Page 52 of Nothing to Deny

“No,” he said. “But I still want to give you what you want.”

“Professional pride?”

“Personal satisfaction,” he said. “I want to please you, Lil’.”

“Kiss me, Hound,” she whispered. “Just keep kissing me.”

Despite her surprise about what he was packing, her kiss was insistent. It seemed sort of unfair to other men that one man could be as good-looking and charming as Baer and be so well-hung too.

With all he endured in his life, with his parents’ medical issues and his responsibility for supporting the boys, his blessing put food on the Claymore table, literally.

Conrad had said more than once that Baer was in demand. His manner and appearance guaranteed that, and this newinformation revealed another category of client would be sliding into his DMs too.

Wriggling, she tried to explore more, to increase the friction between them, except his weight and insistence didn’t let her be more urgent or forceful. How could the man be so patient? Probably because he got off regularly, there was no rush for him, he wasn’t breaking a drought.

She was.

It had been so long and she wanted to know this man. “Baer,” she breathed when he broke the kiss.

“Wait here,” he said and kissed her fast before retreating.

She grabbed for his shoulders to bring him back. “Where are you going?” she asked, trying to tempt his mouth. “Stay with me.”

His smile grew as he traced it across hers. “I’ll be right back. Just getting a condom.”

“Oh,” she said, her gaze dropping.

“What?” He dipped down to catch her eye, one narrowed. “Why do you sound disappointed? You don’t want to use protection?”

“No, I…” The forced smile didn’t convince him. “No… go get one.”

Giving in, her body went limp, her hands dropped.

He didn’t move. “Do you know how insane you would be to sleep with a hooker without protection?”

A reference to the day they met? She didn’t feel like teasing.

“You’re not a streetwalker.”

“Still, I haven’t had sex without a rubber since…” He thought about it but came up short. “Huh, I can’t even remember.”

Stroking his upper arms, she tried to connect but couldn’t help being a little selfish about enjoying his muscles. “Claire?”

He shook his head. “We used ‘em. She was paranoid about pregnancy, her mom and sister both got pregnant young… She didn’t want kids until after she was married.” He met her eye. “You didn’t with Chapman?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes… I was always more particular about it than he was, which is nuts now, if you think about it. If he’d got me pregnant, his wife would’ve found out about us for sure.”

He kissed her. “I don’t want to put you at risk,” he said. “That’s all. I’m still waiting on the results of my latest physical, should clear us before the vacation.”

Wasn’t that just hilarious? “When we won’t be having sex?”

Growling, he bowed to rest his head on hers. “Please don’t remind me of that, baby,” he said. “Might kill my buzz.”

“Come on,” she goaded, coaxing him. “It will be a vacation for you too. Your cock will get a rest.”

“Right when it won’t want one. You think it’ll be easy to share a bed and not…?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “We’re both adults, I’m sure we’ll contain ourselves.”

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