Page 155 of Smooth Sailing

His response to that was tugging his shirt up at her back and clamping a hand on her ass.

Then he got serious.

“How you feelin’?”

“Exceptional. Awesome. Amazing. Fantastic. Do you need more adjectives?”

He couldn’t stop himself smiling at her, but he had to say, “I mean about the other shit.”

Another big breath where her tits dug into him, something that felt really fucking nice, and she let it out, saying, “It’ll be interesting to hear what Mom has to say about lying to me my entire life. But I think tonight actually went well, especially after Dad stopped acting like the Princess of Wales was over for a martini, and it became a family night.”

So he called that right.

Good.

“And it might have been a bumpy ride, but the ride I got after dinner totally made up for it,” she added.

He couldn’t stop his chuckle, either.

And he felt relief, because it seemed he’d played it right.

“How many condoms do you have?” she asked.

“Only that one.”

Her lips turned down. “This is not good hot-biker-guy planning, Hugger McCain.”

“I’ll swing by a CVS tomorrow.”

“What are we gonna do until then?”

At that, he burst out laughing.

Then he rolled her to her back and murmured, “We’ll figure it out.”

“I’m one hundred percent certain we will,” she whispered, slipping her arms around his neck.

He kissed her.

Di, being Di, gave it right back.

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BORN THAT WAY

Hugger

“Babe,” he warned, his voice guttural.

Diana, kneeling between his spread thighs, his legs bent at the knees, his head and shoulders against her headboard so he could watch, kept blowing him.

If forced to make a choice, say, with a gun to his head, that he’d only have her mouth or her pussy for the rest of his life, he’d pick her pussy.

But it’d be a tough decision.

“Di,” he grunted when he felt his balls draw up.

He was about to blow.

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