Page 78 of Both Sides Now

Fuck, but I love that so much.

Before I toss her onto the bed and have my way with her her—again—my brain bursts into the party, reminding me that Calli and I need to have a serious conversation.

Might as well get it out of the way now.

I gesture to one of the wingback chairs in the suite. “Have a seat. Just for a minute."

The flirty smile slides from her face. “Uh-oh. Are we having the talk?"

"Kind of, yeah."

She runs a hand over her brow, her exhalation audible. "Can't wait."

"I need you to know something.”

“Hang on. Let me put on clothes. This is not a conversation you have naked.” Calli licks her lip, a nervous laugh escaping her mouth and she hurries to slip on a cotton robe. "Let me guess. You're secretly married … to three women."

I chuckle at her absurd answer. “What? No.” Running my hand through my hair, I grin. "Definitely not married, nor do I have a harem that I'm aware of."

Calli perches on the edge of the bed and quirks her brow in my direction. “So, what's this talk then?"

I hate seeing anything but excitement and passion in Calli’s face, and now, it's creased with worry.

Time to remedy that situation.

Sinking next to her on the bed, I clasp her hands. "I want you to know I'm clean."

Her brow furrows before a look of realization passes over her face. "I figured you were, but damn … we didn't use anything."

"None of the times."

A flush climbs her cheeks as she chews her lower lip. "God, I look terrible, don't I? I don't do that, Keegan. Hell, I haven't had sex in years."

Pride swells in my chest, knowing that besides her husband, no other man has touched her in a decade. I'm the first. "Actually, you had sex about eight hours ago."

Calli smacks my chest, pulling me to her for another kiss. “Not true. We did not just have sex. We hadincrediblesex.”

No arguments there. She’s the best I’ve ever had. Times a million.

I tuck her head under my chin and press my lips to her hair, falling more deeply for her with every passing moment.

Linking our fingers together, I trace gentle patterns on her palm. "I don't do that either, Calli. I've never done that before."

My blunt admission is unexpected, to say the least, as her head flies up, those round eyes focused on me. "You're joking.”

"I'm not. I've always been careful."

A soft smile plays on her lips as she strokes her hand along my bearded cheek. "Are you okay with what we did?"

"Absolutely."

I’m not lying. With any other woman, we’d be driving to the store for a morning-after pill. But with Callista, it’s not even a thought.

"Besides, the added perk of being your doctor is I know we're safe. Well, a one percent chance or some such number."

Her fingers pause in their exploration, and her smile falters. "Right. Definite perk. We'll just have to be careful in the future."

Doesn't that sound fucking terrible? Sorry, but it's true. After taking her raw, the idea of wrapping a piece of latex around my cock is torturous. Apparently, it shows on my face. Either that or my bitter scoff gives it away.

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