Page 131 of Love Complicated

Ridge holds me so close I cry out against his shoulder. His nose brushes against mine. “Never,” he promises, shaking his head slightly. “Never, Aly.”

“Ridge,” I pant into his mouth, my legs burning, my body on fire with need.

I don’t realize he’s stopped his moving until I felt him gasp again, his breathing beginning to even out but not making any movements. He touches his nose and forehead to mine. Kissing my top lip, my bottom one, his breathing slowing.

He blinks, his eyes on mine, wanting, loving, needing me in more ways that he’ll ever admit. “You were mine before you were his,” he says against my lips. “Mine.”

“I know,” I whisper, kissing his top lip, his bottom one, just like he did mine. There’s so much truth to his words. I was Ridge’s long before Austin’s. “Keep kissing me. Don’t stop—”

His lips are on mine before I get the rest of the words out. He kisses me with his tongue and his lips, loves me with his body, not his words, and I can feel his heart beating in his chest, thumping hard and fast against my own.

I bet you’re wondering about the painful urination part of the experiment, aren’t you?

I was too, and I watch him like a hawk later that night. It’s around midnight, and I’m curled up with his velvet sheets when I notice the door to the bathroom close behind him.

I wait thinking I’m going to hear him screaming in pain and while I’m waiting for it to happen, I hear him laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” I ask, smiling to myself.

“My dick is sticky,” he mumbles.

Well, apparently it doesn’t burn, but it’s sticky. I think I’ll stick to “regular” sex in the future. Or maybe at least try the exploding whip cream blow job.

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