2.24- Nothing Wrong

But just as he was about to give in and give them both what they wanted, reality broke into his head and old habits gave him pause.

"I don't have any protection," he hissed, cursing himself for not bringing his wallet.

Her cheeks became redder. "It's okay," she muttered, and his heart pounded against his ribs, and he had to stay still so he wouldn't immediately lean over her, grab her, and possess her like he'd been since she walked into his office he wanted to do this.

"Remember, I'm on the pill," she said. "And I'm clean. I've been tested."

"So am I." Relieved, he knelt between her legs and stared at her as if she were some kind of magical sea creature as if it was a dream. Maybe it was. Feeling the possibility of her changing her mind or disappearing into the ocean sex was more likely than their actual making love, yet she made no move to leave.

She reached for him, and this time he lowered himself, so her hands wrapped around his arms, pulling her toward him, and he kissed her