Page 81 of High Frequency

While I roll it on, I watch Sloane struggle, getting tangled up with her walking boot as she tries to get her yoga pants down. She gets them twisted up around her legs.

“Babe, leave it. On your knees on the edge and grab hold of the backrest.”

She doesn’t even question me, simply gets on her knees and bends forward, her ass in the air, and I almost swallow my goddamn tongue when I see she’s already slick. I only trust myself to lean down for a quick taste, using the flat of my tongue.

I can’t resist putting my teeth into the soft flesh of her butt cheek, hearing her hissed, “Yesss.”

Then I firmly grab her hips, line up my cock, and drive home.

Sheer fucking perfection.

Sloane

“Oh God,” I huff breathlessly.

My face is pressed into the back of the couch, and my body is still vibrating with aftershocks, as Dan’s heart hammers against my back.

“Are you on the pill?” he mumbles against my skin.

“Mmm. Yes.”

“Good.”

My back is instantly cold when he straightens up and slowly pulls out. I’m empty and a bit exposed, but I feel him kiss the butt cheek he bit earlier. Then he sweetly pulls up my underwear and yoga pants, making sure I’m covered before he heads, with his business still hanging out of his sweatpants, to the bathroom.

“I’ve always used a condom,” he announces as he walks back out, his pants in place. “But I’m paying my doctor a visit this week, getting a clean bill of health.”

My mind is still a bit sluggish as I flop around on my back, but when I see the way he looks at me, the penny drops.

“I, uh…there has been no one since Aspen was born. Until you, of course,” I add.

He bends down and brackets me with his arms on either side of me as he drops his forehead to mine.

“Gonna be good, sliding into you bare. Nothing between us.”

A shiver rolls down my back at his low rumble. I slide my arms around his neck and offer my mouth for a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate. The man knows how to use his mouth.

Sadly, the kiss is interrupted when a phone starts ringing.

“Yours?” Dan asks, grabbing my phone off the coffee table and handing it to me.

He grins when I flip it around to show him it’s my mother calling.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Should I lock the door? I’m gonna head to bed soon.”

“No, leave it open. I’m on my way.”

Tempting as it is to stay here, I want to wake up to my daughter’s sweet face.

“I’ll walk you home,” Dan announces as he helps me up off the couch.

“You don’t have to do that,” I automatically say, like some kind of verbal muscle memory.

He shoots me a look. “Humor me.”

I shove my laptop and my phone in the tote I brought over and hobble to the front door. Dan follows close behind, his hand on the small of my back. I sit down on the bench by the door and slip my good foot in the Birkenstock slide I wore here, when I notice Dan shoving his bare feet into a pair of Crocs.

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