Page 43 of The Dallas Dilemma

“I swear, I wasn’t expecting anything tonight, but Ibought these just in case we ended up here at some point,” he says, waggling the packet in the air.

My chest hollows out at the admission. He bought those forme. Just in caseweended up here. No one else.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I refocus my eyes on him. “We can stop here if you don’t want this.”

“No,” I almost shout, then calm myself. “I don’t want to stop. I…want you.”

It’s not a lie. I want him so badly, I can taste it. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I know I won’t be able to finish again––I’ve never been able to have more than one orgasm, even when I’m alone––but I still want to feel him inside me. To see his face when he comes. To know I made that happen for him.

He smiles at my admission and moves back to the end of the bed. I start to scoot up so he can move on top of me, but his hand snaps out to grip my hip, stopping the movement.

“Stay just like this,” he says, pushing his underwear down to free his erection.

Fuck, it’s perfect. Big, but nottoobig, with thick veins running beneath silky skin. The tip is swollen and leaking, and I want to rub my thumb over it. When I reach toward it, Dallas grips my wrist with a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Not right now. I won’t last if you touch it, and I really want to make you come again before I do.”

I swallow thickly and nod. I don’t have the heart to tell him he’s bound to fail. Maybe I can fake it? I don’twant him to feel like a failure when the problem is mine, not his.

“What’s wrong?”

I dig through the fog of my thoughts and see him standing there, his body stiff as he stands there naked with the still-wrapped condom clutched in his fist. I shake my head.

“Nothing.”

“Josette.”

“Really. It’s nothing.”

Fuck, I’ve ruined the mood. I should get dressed and go home.

“You promised to tell me if I did anything that made you uncomfortable. Please don’t shut me out now.”

I inhale a shaky breath and nod. “It’s what you said about me…having another orgasm. I can’t do that. I mean, I’m not able to––”

My words cut off when he shoots me a grin and tilts his head. “So, is that a challenge?”

“I’m being serious,” I say, fighting the way my lips try to tilt up.

“So, am I,” he says, his smile dropping. “Just because it hasn’t happened yet doesn’t mean itcan’thappen. It just means it hasn’t happenedyet.”

“I just don’t want you to be upset if I can’t…you know.”

“I won’t be,” he says, his tone solemn. “I promise. If you can’t have multiple orgasms, you can’t. That doesn’t mean I won’t try, though.”

I nod again, and he drops the condom on the bedbeside me. Bending at the waist, he tries to push his face between my thighs, but I panic and stop him with a palm to his forehead.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving myself better odds,” he says, grinning again. “That conversation has you all in your head now, and I need you thinking about nothing but me and how good I make you feel.”

The thought of his mouth on me again makes my skin tingle, so I dip my chin and pull my hand away. He growls as he dives in, licking me before gently sucking my clit between his lips. I shout at the contact, still sensitive from the epic orgasm he just gave me. The intrusive thoughts slip right out of my head as I surrender to his ministrations. A breath later, I’m writhing with renewed need.

“Dallas,” I moan, and he gives me a long, tender lick before straightening to look down at me.

I hear a crinkling sound, and my gaze drops to watch him sheathing his beautiful cock. I dig my elbows into the mattress to scoot back up the bed so he can stretch over me, but his hands lock under my knees to hold me where I am.

“Don’t move,” he breathes.

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