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Thirty-Eight

JT

I’VE NEVER HADa girlfriend with whom we had in-depth discussion regarding certain matters…because with no intentions of a second night—it didn’t matter. Nor have I ever hung out in a lady’s bathroom, not even my sisters’, ‘cause I knew there’d be at least ten “female type” things I didnotwant to see. And I’ve damn sure never been at a point with someone to even consider having sex without a condom. Never. Also…I’m not a doctor.

But I know when I’m holding birth control pills.

That would be now.

My baby’s cheeks are scarlet and she’s fidgeting from foot to foot, chewing on that plump bottom lip. I’d say it was adorable, because it is, but now that I know she’s on birth control? “Adorable” has a couple new sub-meanings; including, but not limited to: sexy andfuckable. A whole different stratosphere of fuckable.

Crude, I know; I try not to be so vulgar when thinking of my Sweet Bellamy—butdamn. I’m a man…and she’s protected. That staggering nugget of knowledge does primal, primitive things to the male brain. Both of them.

“Is there any chance you’d believe me if I said they were vitamins?” she mumbles, staring past me.

“No,” I chuckle. “Hey, look at me.” When I gain her beautiful, jade gaze, I reassure her with a warm smile. “No need to be embarrassed, baby. I donotconsider this a bad thing. I just have a couple questions.”

Per usual, she waits in silence for me to ask them. “When did you get these?”

I have to strain to hear her reply. “Not long after I met you.”

“So notbeforeyou knew me?” I reiterate, because…because I’m ate up with the alpha, I confess, and I get-off on the redundancy of anything establishing her as “mine.” And yeah, smugness is unashamedly painted all over my face and my cock stirs to proud life.

“No,” her eyes fly open wide with her gasp. “Why would I have needed them?Oh, ego,” she shakes her head, a tiny grin unhidden. “I got themafter,and because ofyou, Jefferson. Try to hold back on the happy dance, macho man. That wouldn’t be attractive, and would kill the whole virility thing you got going on.”

I laugh. “I’ll refrain, for you. Next question. How long before they, um,work?”

“Seven days.” She had that one ready, firing it off pragmatically.

I flip the lid on the disc of my dreams open so fast she giggles and do a quick count. “You’re almost out,” I sulk.

“Yes babe, I’m aware. That’s why they make refills. You just shimmy down to the drugstore and they hand you a whole new month's worth. It’s a groundbreaking system really.”

“Thank God,” I sigh in relief, earning another laugh from her. “You’re alsowellpast seven,” I wink.

“Again, aware.” She turns to shut off the bath water, then back to me. “We all done here, Dr. Seuss? Our bath’s ready.”

“Almost. How foolproof are these magic little pills?”

She tilts her head and sets both her expression and voice to saucy. “The doctor said they’re up to ninety-nine percent effective,iftaken correctly. I’ve been putting the pill in my mouth, then swallowing, so I think I’m doing it right.”

Smart-ass.“It can’t be that simple or they wouldn’t even say it. Gotta be a catch.”

“There is, I was just being funny. You can’t skip or miss a dose, especially the first active pill; gotta take one every day. Which I have. And if I get sick and have to take meds or antibiotics, that messes up their potency. Haven’t taken any meds. So…” she hitches both shoulders, “pretty sure I’m good.Why?” Her eyes narrow suspiciously, but it’s an act—there’s a sparkle of aware anticipation in them she can’t conceal.

“Just want to be educated, informed.” I put up my hands in faux innocence. “No hidden agenda.”

“You lying straight to my face, Kendrick?” she asks.

“Never. Come ‘ere, baby,” I crook my finger and add a lopsided grin; what I happen to know is an irresistible combination for her.

She shivers, muted puffs of air feathering past her parted lips as she comes to stand before me. The light from the bedroom more than enough, I flip off the one in the bathroom; a small attempt at romance.

“Forgot one condition earlier,” my aroused whisper fills the dimly lit room as I start to remove her top. “I get to undress you.”

“Veto,” the silky softness in her voice does nothing to cushion the punch to my gut. But she’s too damn sweet to prolong my suffering, quick to rescue me with a sensuous taunt curling her lips. “Only if I get to undress you too.”

She’s full of surprises, each one more thrilling than the last, keeping me forever looking forward to the next moment with her. There’s no doubt—Bellamy Morganwillbe the slow, sexy, delectable death of me.

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