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"Yes," he says, "I get tested every thirty days. You?"

"Yeah, I get tested every time I go to the gynecologist, and I haven’t had sex in a while, so I’m good."

"Good," he says, "I kind of liked coming inside of you."

I blush at his frank comment. My entire body is heated. Am I crazy for loving how honest and open he is about everything? "I know you did. But what would you have done if I said I wasn’t on birth control?"

"I feel like you would’ve asked me to pull out or something, right?" He waits for me to answer, then says, "Unless you were trying to trap me with a baby or something. I mean, to be honest, I wasn’t even thinking about it. I was caught up in the moment. Fuck, I feel like an eighteen-year-old boy again."

"It’s okay," I say. "I make you feel young because I’m so cool and fun—ha-ha."

"You sure are," he says with a nod. "You make me feel fucking hot and horny, too."

"Is that your way of telling me you want to bang again?"

"I don’t know if I want to bang, but I sure want to fuck." His palm moves up my thigh and he leans down to kiss me again.

"But that will be the third time, and you have a five-time limit," I remind him, swallowing hard. Why do I feel so comfortable with this man? Why do I feel like I’ve known him for years?

"I’m not worried about it." His lips are on mine again, and I run my fingers down his back. If he’s not worried about it, then neither am I. Because, frankly, I feel like I’m in the best daydream of my life and I never want it to end.

18

Ethan

"Ethan, I am going to go into the shower now." Sarah gives me a sweet little smile as she stands there naked and unashamed. I try not to devour her body with my eyes, but all I want to do is step forward, grab a hold of her and carry her into the shower so that we can make mad passionate love in the shower. I can’t seem to get enough of her and I’m pretty certain that she’s been mesmerized by my body as well.

"Okay," I say, with a knowing look. My eyes are on her still and I can’t seem to look away. "Are you sure you don't want me to join?"

"I'm good. Thank you very much." She giggles and the sound delights me.

"But I can do your back for you." I pause. “I can go hard and deep.” I’m growing as I listen to my own words. I really hope she takes me up on my offer.

"It's okay. I have a long scrubber at home, so I'm able to reach my back." She shakes her head and disappointment fills me. Darn. "Didn't you say you were going to order some Chinese food or something?"

"Yeah. You're hungry, huh?" I want to add “for some of my big cock,” to my sentence but I outgrew teenage humor in my early twenties.

"I'm starved. Hello." She nods enthusiastically. "I could eat a horse right now or two or two horses and a cow."

"So I'm taking it that you're just a little bit hungry then."

"Very funny." She smiles.

"So what would you like?" I ask her as I pull out my phone. "There's a Chinese restaurant that I always order takeout from and the food is always delicious, but I don't know if we have the same taste."

"I'm kind of basic." She says wrinkling her nose.

"I find it hard to believe that you're basic about anything, Sarah." I look over at her breasts and lick my lips. "Very hard to believe that."

"Very funny." She shrugs. "I would like sweet and sour pork."

"Okay." I add that to the cart.

"Crab Rangoon."

"Crab Rangoon, eh?" I grin at her.

"What? You don't like Crab Rangoon?"

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