Page 109 of Too Safe

“Wait—” I rise up to sit and put one hand on his chest. “I want you to use a condom.”

“Absolutely,” he promises, reaching toward the nightstand.

“And one more thing…” I breathe out, second-guessing myself. It’s stupid. But my anxiety won’t allow me to focus unless I’m sure.

“Anything,” Locke replies as he tears open the condom wrapper.

“This might sound weird…”

“Joey.” He captures my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my face until I’m forced to look him in the eye. “Anything.”

I know him. I trust him. And if I’m lucky, he won’t push for details.

Pulling in a shaky breath, I search his face. “Are there any cameras in here?”

He narrows his eyes and frowns.

“Like, surveillance or security cameras?” I push.

He shakes his head resolutely. “No. There’s a security camera in the hall, and more throughout the house, but none in the bedrooms.”

“And where’s your phone?”

His eyes widen in surprise at that question, but he responds quickly and earnestly. “Plugged in by my computer.” He tips his chin toward his desk.

I follow his line of sight and confirm he’s telling the truth.

Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh of relief. Then I kiss him. Just a soft, grateful kiss to ease the tension I created.

He reads my body language perfectly, deepening the kiss and weaving a hand through my hair. “Any other requests, Hot Girl?” he teases, biting down on my bottom lip.

“Yeah, actually.” I tilt my hips up just enough to connect our lower halves. “Can I be on top so I can feel your pubic piercing?”

He gives me the most swoon-worthy grin. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Locke flips over and scoots back. As he settles in against the headboard, I climb onto his lap.

I spread my knees wide enough that when I straddle him, we both groan on contact. The heat of his erection instantly seeps through my thong.

I’m practically clawing at my dress as we kiss, but I can’t find the hidden zipper along the side. Dammit. This thing’s impossible to get off.

We’re both frantic, almost clumsy, all hands and groans, kisses and thrusts.

We’ve worked ourselves into a tizzy, and neither one of us will be able to focus until I can sink down on his dick.

“Fuck,” I pant against Locke’s mouth. “It’ll take ten minutes to get me out of this thing. I’ll just pull it down under my tits and take my panties off.”

Locke claws at my panties, and fabric pulls taut around my torso as I wiggle out of the top of this dress.

“Not good enough,” he grits out against my chest. “I want you naked in my bed.”

A second later, seams are popping. Then suddenly, I hear a telling rip, and the bandage dress falls in a heap behind me.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs, hoisting me up so he can bury his face in my tits. He catches a nipple between his teeth, and I mewl at the tugging sensation. Kissing and sucking and licking, he worships. Our naked bodies grind together as I ache to feel him everywhere.

I kiss the ink along his throat, biting him hard as he sucks my other nipple into his mouth. “You owe me a dress, Emo Boy.”

He shifts back on the bed, pulls me onto his lap, and gives me that bright, wide, enigmatic smile I love.

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