Page 82 of An Unexpected Home

But it did.

“Hmmm,” she said, biting her bottom lip.

“Can you maybe not stare at me while I do this?”

“I’ve never watched a man use the bathroom before.”

He finished and quickly tucked himself back into his boxers. “There’s a reason for that.” He washed his hands.

“It’s...different.”

“It’s a little weird that you are thinking about this.”

“Would it bother you if you saw me pee?” she asked, yawning.

“No, but your parts are all hidden.”

“I like looking at your parts,” she said the last word with a small laugh.

“I don’t want you thinking about what those parts were just doing for fear that you will put two and two together and never let me put that part in your mouth again.”

She laughed, this time loudly. “You do know that I’m not an idiot and I know what you use that thing for right?”

“Consciously, yes. But in my head, I want to think that you don’t ever associate the two things.”

“You’re insane.”

He dried his hands and walked the few steps to her. “What are you doing awake? I thought you would sleep for hours yet?”

“I rolled over and you weren’t there.” She wrapped her arms around him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said when she started to rub up and down his back.

She pulled back and looked up at him, a gleam in her eye. “Are you insinuating that I wore you out?”

“I’m not insinuating it, I’m flat-out saying it. My body can’t take anymore.”

“Is that right?” She moved her hand between their bodies and began to rub his dick through his boxers.

His cock stirred, something that ten minutes ago he would have thought impossible.

“You are evil,” he said and backed her up into his bedroom until the back of her legs hit the bed.

“A little evil never hurt anyone,” she said and pulled him down with her onto the bed.

He groaned when she lifted her hips and ground into him. He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss that seemed to set her on fire if her moans and movements were any indication.

She was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear, so he had no problem slipping his hand in the waistband of the underwear and sliding them down her legs while never breaking the kiss. He was able to lower his boxers just enough to release his erection when he remembered that he was out of condoms.

“Fuck me,” he swore and rolled to his back next to her.

“Umm, hello that's what I’m trying to do.” She sat up on an elbow looking down at him.

“We don’t have any condoms,” he said.

“Oh.” She frowned. “Well,” she rubbed her lips together, “did I forget to mention that I’m on the pill?”

“You are?” he asked, perking up a little. He had never, in thirty-three years had condomless sex.

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