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“Oh,” Cassandra responds with a heavy sigh, her eyes glancing down to my cock bulging in my jeans. The sex eyes she’s giving me are not helpful.
I sigh and run my hands through my hair, aching to be inside her and cursing myself for being such a fucking moron. I look down at her with a pleading look. “If you stay here for the girls, I’ll go run to the store.” I adjust myself, willing my erection to go down so I can be seen in public.
Cassandra’s voice interrupts my efforts as she softly says, “I’m on the pill.”
My cock roars back to life as my gaze snaps to her. “You’d be okay going without?”
“When’s the last time you were tested?” She eyes me thoughtfully.
I have to shake the thought of going bare out of my head to think seriously. “Probably at my physical like six months ago.”
“Have you slept with anyone between now and then?”
“No,” I reply instantly. “But I also have never gone without a condom before.” And it’s true. Everly was conceived from a broken condom, and even after she was born, my ex was insistent on me wearing one while she went on birth control.
Her lips part as she adds, “I haven’t either.”
My mind rumbles with this possibility as I sit down on the bed beside her. We need to be responsible about this. Cover all our bases. “When was your last partner?”
She laughs and flops back to cover her face with her hands.
“Hey,” I tut, leaning down next to her to pull her arms down. “Eyes on me, remember?”
She bites her lip nervously, her emerald eyes vulnerable when they find mine. “Like a year, probably.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah.” She inhales deeply. “There was this guy from my job in Denver, but it was a long time ago now.”
“Denver?” I can’t help but ask, bracing myself for her to shut me down like she always does when I ask about her past.
She smiles and strokes my eyebrow. “My old corporate job.”
My head jerks. “You had a job in corporate?”
“Yes.” She frowns, and her eyes turn pensive. “But I really don’t like to talk about it.”
“Why not?” I inquire, splaying my hand over her waist, patiently waiting for whatever morsel of her past she’s willing to offer me.
She gets a sad look in her eyes and turns to stare up at the ceiling. “Because I didn’t leave on good terms, and it’s why I moved back home to Boulder.”
My mind whirls with these new puzzle pieces clicking into place. She had a job in corporate that she left on bad terms. What the hell happened? I can’t imagine Cassandra quitting any job unprofessionally. The few times we’ve discussed her performance here, she always seems oddly professional, despite her willy-nilly outlook on life.
A lot of things are making so much more sense now.
“I needed a big change,” she adds, turning back to face me. “A re-set.”
“Like a nannying job,” I offer, staring down at her thoughtfully. Her life philosophy, her casual laissez-faire attitude. Her intense commitment to making no plans. Her resistance to committing to the charcuterie business with Kate.
She’s not lazy…she’s recovering. From what exactly, I don’t know. I open my mouth to ask her more questions, but she rolls toward me and places her hand on the ridge of my cock.
Her lips press against my chest as she murmurs, “Anyway…I’m clean. You’re clean. Let’s get back to banging it out.”
She pushes me onto my back and crawls on top, giving me a perfect view of her as she peels off her hoodie and sports bra. Her breasts fall toward me, and I can’t help but reach up and grope them, all thoughts of Cassandra and her past life vanishing in the presence of these sexy things in front of me.
I sit up and wrap my arms around her, sucking her nipple into my mouth as she combs her fingers through my hair.
Fuck, I love when she does that.
