Page 45 of Wrapped in Perfection

"Do you have those things here?"

He tilts his head. "I do. But if I didn't, it wouldn't matter. I would get them for you."

I'm not used to being supported in my work. It chokes me up a bit. After I calm my breathing, I reach up and pull his face to mine. "Thank you." I kiss him.

He palms my ass, and my lower body throbs. I'm getting used to his hand there. He holds my cheek often, and I like it. I'm not sure why he likes my ass so much, but it's nice not to feel self-conscious about it the way I did with Mitch. And nothing about Dmitri feels false, so I don't think he's pretending to like it.

Our kiss turns into a make-out session, and his erection digs into my stomach. He steps backward to the couch, sits, then straddles me on top of him.

"I thought we were under a tight deadline," I whisper as his lips move down my neck.

"We are," he mumbles and moves one hand up my shirt, shooting tingles down my spine. The other hand, he sticks down my pants so he's cupping my bare ass cheek.

Oh no! I didn't tell him.

Why does my life have to be one embarrassment after another?

I freeze.

His eyes fill with confusion. "Did I do something wrong, kotik?"

"No. Ummm... I ummm..." I sit back on his warm palm. He makes tiny circles on my cheek with his thumb.

"What is it?"

"I'm allergic to latex. I can't use normal condoms. I have to use lambskin."

He nods. "Okay. I can get some."

"But I'm clean and get the shot," I blurt out, and my cheeks go from hot to burning.

More heat flies into his eyes. "I'm clean and get a test every year. I had one last month. Do you want to see it?"

"No. I believe you. But what about the girls you've been with in the last month, since your test?"

"I haven't been with anyone in a while."

I gape at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just thought...well...you've really not been with anyone in a while?"

He drags his finger down my spine. "My forties made me picky in who I'm interested in. And I met this girl in a bar a couple months ago. It was only briefly, and she was with her dickhead boyfriend. I sort of kept comparing other women I met to her. It made it a little tricky to ask anyone else out."

My flutters take off. I try not to smile but fail. I probably look like a giddy schoolgirl. "Really?"

"Mm-hmm."

I brush my lips on his and say, "Do you want to skip the condoms, then?"

He arches an eyebrow. "Is this a trick question?"

I don't answer him. Instead, I slide my tongue back in his mouth and grind on his cock.

He unhooks my bra, and the doorbell rings. His hands freeze, and he groans. "That's one of my brothers."

"How do you know?"

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