Page 53 of King of Temptation

I’m limp underneath him, completely spent. And as amazing as that was, I don’t think I can handle a third round.

My eyes close and I swear, I’m falling asleep seconds after.

“And they say guys conk out after sex.” He’s laughing in my ear as he lifts me up and pulls the covers back, sliding me into place in the bed.

I smile even as he gets up and goes back to the bathroom, bringing out a wet cloth and wiping me down.

I have to giggle a little because I just got out of the bath and I’m already a mess again. But it’s the best kind of mess. Done, he cleans himself up too and then climbs into the bed next to me.

“Tomorrow, we’ve got to discuss birth control if we’re going to be doing this on the regular.”

Birth control! The word rockets through me and my eyes fly open. Why has this not occurred to me before right this second?

We haven’t used birth control. I was militant with my last relationship, so I have no idea why protection has slipped my mind. I’ve let Leo cum in me multiple times without a thought to the potential consequences.

At least not this type. It’s just that things with Leo got so hot and I got so caught up…

Mentally, I start counting back. When was the last time I had my period? As a dancer, I’m less regular than a lot of girls but…

I sit up, clutching the covers to my chest.

“What’s wrong?” Leo asks, his brow scrunched as I stare at him.

“We…we didn’t use anything that first time at Mason and Charlotte’s wedding.” I can hear the tremble in my voice. I’ve been off the past few weeks. Hungry, tired, nauseous with vertigo. I start to sweat, my head swimming.

He cocks a brow with a half smile. “It was a little last minute and pretty fucking fast,” but then his smile dies as his gaze sweeps over me. “Kim. Are you okay?”

I shake my head. “Leo. We didn’t use anything six weeks ago. I…”

Some understanding dawns in his eyes as his brow turns down into an angry slash. “You can’t be serious.”

I’m shaking as I clutch the covers. “I don’t know. I mean I don’t always get my period but…”

“Fuck,” he yells out and he’s out of the bed, standing naked in front of me with his hands on his hips. “Do not do that girl thing where you decide it would be fun to fuck with me?—”

My mouth opens and closes, words failing me, because when have I ever done that? And where is this coming from? It hurts that he’d even accuse me of girl drama.

He’s pacing now, his movements jerky and agitated as he runs his hands through his hair. His features are taut and there is this storm in his eyes that makes me curl into myself. For the first time since I met Leo, I’m scared.

Maybe not of him, but of how this is going to go down. “Leo.” I sound weak. I’m not the same woman who told him he couldn’t boss me around this morning. I feel it…this could be the end of everything. With him. But with my life too. I’m wilting.

“I should know better than to let some random chick convince me to fuck her at a wedding of all places.”

Those words trigger something inside me. I seduced him? I know where this is going.… I’m just that girl who is promiscuous enough to lead some good boy astray. That puts some fight back in me and I cling to it. “You convinced me!” I cry out. I surge up on my knees, letting the blanket fall away.

“This is so typical.” He says it loud. Not yelling but close. “How the hell could you let this happen? I can’t fucking believe I trusted?—”

“What?” I cut him off because those words are like a punch to the gut. “Don’t you dare accuse me of being some money-grubbing whore or some trashy—” But I can’t go on. Because I just realized...

It’s happening. The very thing that happened to my mother.

The thing I’ve been fighting to avoid. I wasn’t going to be some single mom. She gave up her dreams for me, but I was going to live those dreams for both of us.

My knees give out as I collapse back onto the bed. I cover my face with my hands, burying my head in the pillow because I am, in fact, the trashy slut who let some guy knock her up on a one-night stand. I hate myself so much in this moment as I curl into a ball and let out a feral cry.

I’ve done the one thing I’ve promised myself I wouldn’t do. All those dates I didn’t go on in high school and college. My one boyfriend, the guy I thought would be safe.

I’ve thrown it all away, and all because one guy convinced me to really let loose.

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