Page 64 of Please, Sir

I roll my eyes. “Stop.”

She laughs a little harder, her cheeks growing pink. She’s gorgeous when she’s stuffed full of me, but when she’s laughing at me, too? There isn’t a single way Riley Rivers isn’t gorgeous. “No, I’m serious. It’s a thing. And I didn’t make it up. Sadly.”

My eyes drop to her lips, tracing the arch of her cupid’s bow as I remember how those lips looked wrapped around my dick. “Kinda wish you did. Then I’d know how you felt about me for sure.”

She smiles and my cock grows heavy and happy beneath the sheet. “I’m naked in your bed on our first date, and I already told you all about my ex boyfriend. I think it’s pretty clear,” she says, drawing it out, “I hate your guts.”

I nod. “Clearly.”

She sits up, letting the sheet fall away, casually exposing her naked breasts. She doesn’t seem to register or care that she’s nude as she claps her hands together, eyes growing wide. “Oh my gosh, you know what sounds so good? Ice cream.”

I yank the sheet back hastily, exposing us both from the waist down. She shakes her head, letting out a heavy sigh. “God your dick is big.”

I toss her my robe. “I have chocolate brownie and raspberry cheesecake ice cream.” I take a spare robe from my closet and slip into it, and she follows me down the hall. I likethe soft patter of our bare feet, sluggish along the hardwood after intense love-making.

I mean,fucking.

“Do you know it’s big? Like, I don’t know how guys are growing up or how men are in general, because why would I, but like, you do know it’sreallybig, right?” she says, sliding onto a barstool in my kitchen as I flip on another set of lights.

I scratch the back of my head after yanking open the fridge. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

She slaps her palms against the marble, a strand of her flaxen hair breaking loose from behind her ear. Her blue eyes are wide. “You’re fine talking about sex toys and submission but your big dick is off limits?”

I close the freezer door, bringing both gallon cartons with me. “It just feels strange to talk about. I don’t know. Do you go around talking about how perfect your breasts are?” I glance at them then back up at her. She smirks.

“I mean, haven’t other dudes seen you changing and been like, whoa, Jake has a third leg.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, but you get it.”

I level a serious glance her way. “I’m only ever saying this to you, and only this once.” Her smile grows. “And only because you—damn, I wanna give you whatever you ask for, you know that?”

She blushes. “Tell me.”

“I am aware that I am well-endowed. Janie was never with anyone but me, but in high school when I played football, well, the locker room made me aware.” Heat creeps up my spine.

Riley just shakes her head. “So well-endowed.”

I tip my head to the side, more than ready to move on. “Which ice cream?”

She eyes the labels. “Chocolate brownie.”

I nod. “Good choice. That one’s mine. The other is Jo Jo’s.”

After filling two bowls, I take a seat next to her at the island, despite the fact that I never sit here otherwise. Jo Jo does, to do her homework or eat a bowl of cereal, but I never do. “Don’t freak out,” she starts, spooning a bite of chocolate brownie ice cream carefully.

“What?” I don’t take as much care, and have two spoonfuls down before she takes her first.

Around an open mouth she says, “We just had unprotected sex.”

Unprotected sex.

Jesus Christ. That’s the thing she teaches her students not to do. That’s the thing you’re trained your entire life not to do until you’re married. I shake my head, getting to my feet to collect her face in my hands. “Fuck, I cannot believe I… It’s just… it’s been so long,” I stammer, realizing I was so focused on the way she so naturally endured the toys, how she wanted to be with me in the intense way I wanted to be with her— “I forgot all about that. I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous–” I drop my forehead to my hand, but she peels it away.

“It’s okay. I was tested six months ago when Michael and I broke up, and I’m on birth control.” She smiles. “The shot.”

I still can’t believe I did that. She’s– hell, I don't know how old she is but she’s young. Too young to deal with an accidental pregnancy at the hands of a lonely, sex-starved saddler. “I’m so sorry, Riley,” I admit, hoping she knows it’s true.

She pats my chair, and I sit back down next to her. “I didn’t remember either,” she admits. “It’s like, I’ve never had sex before where I didn’t think about it. Ever. But tonight, it didn’t cross my mind. Not until I sat down at the bar here and I felt you leak out, down my thigh.”

I grip the edge of the counter and squeeze my eyes shut. “That is…” I let out a breath. “Wow.”

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