Page 144 of Callan

“I have zero experience with condoms,” I say abruptly, and his lips part into a charming smile.

“You won’t say,” he replies, amused. “You’d rather opt against them?” he probes.

“Are you okay with that?”

“If you are… Yes.”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Of what?”

“I might get pregnant.”

He looks at me, mystified, before a lazy chuckle climbs up his chest.

“That wouldn’t be a problem. I’d welcome an heir any time if you were okay with it.”

My eyebrows are about to fall off my face.

“Anything else?” he asks, brushing his thumb across my jawline and warming my skin. “What other worries do you have?”

“You’ve been quite the player lately.”

He shakes his head in amusement.

“Appearances can be misleading. What about you?”

“You’d be my third man.”

Incredulity slides over his face.

“No fucking way. How come?”

“I’m picky.”

He laughs, his face lighting up every time he finds something amusing.

“So I’ve made the cut, you say?”

“I think we’re past that point,” I retort.

“Why?” he asks, tipping his eyes down and sliding his fingers inside my neckline before slowly opening my bathrobe.

“You’ve become unavoidable.”

“Hmm…” he says, distracted, running his hand down.

The belt falls to the floor while my bathrobe slides open, and he has a full view of my naked body.

Smooth, clean shaven pussy, and sleepy breasts.

His smile withers away.

“This is what we’ll do…” he murmurs, dragging his hand from below my navel to my chest.

He cups a breast, and my legs shake.

“We’ll do this…” he says. “I won’t use a condom tonight. And just so you know, I haven’t been the player that you made me to be. I’m a grown up man who knows how to protect himself. You don’t have to worry about that. If you’re afraid of getting pregnant, we can discuss that.”

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