Page 37 of Play It Off

“Good morning,” I singsong, keeping my voice soft.

“Mornin’.” He bends down and kisses me, still completely unaffected by the possibility of morning breath.

“That was ... nice.” Oh, and that was awkward, how I phrased what we just did. It wasn’tnice—it was absolutely earth shattering. The man can rock my world like no other.

“Nice?” He tilts his head and drifts his mouth along the length of my neck. “I’d use stronger words for what we just experienced, but if you wanna say nice, I can go with that too.”

“What words would you use to describe it?” My stomach jumps with nerves, and I have no idea why. Maybe because we just had unprotected sex? Yeah, that would do it.

“Mind blowing.” He brushes the hair away from my face. “Spectacular. Fucking phenomenal.”

I blink at him, surprised by the high praise, though I feel the same exact way. Still a little freaked out, though. “Those are pretty strong words.”

“Well, I have pretty strong opinions about last night and this morning so ...” He delivers another kiss, this time on the tip of my nose, before he lets go of me and rolls over on his side, facing me. “Want some breakfast?”

I slowly shake my head, turning to look at him. “I don’t like to eat much in the morning.”

“I do.” He reaches for me, cupping my pussy. “I’ll take some of this.”

My sensitive skin practically quivers when his fingers slide along my folds. “With bacon?” I am teasing. Bacon? I sound ridiculous.

But Gavin goes right along with it, a grin spreading across his face as he removes his hand from between my thighs.

“Nah, baby. With sausage.” He grabs hold of his cock, his fingers circling the base, and I burst out laughing all over again. “That was cheesy as fuck.”

“I’ll say.”

Once our laughter dies, he’s reaching for me again, pulling me into his arms, his gaze steady on mine. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I whisper, my fingers crawling up his firm chest. He is somehow so hard yet soft at the same time, and I wonder if he’ll let me explore my fill of him someday. I’d love to kiss him everywhere. Stroke him everywhere. Do whatever I want to him while he has to lie there and just take it. Hopefully he’d return the favor and do the same to me.

Mmm. Sounds like my every dream come true.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is solemn, as is his expression.

I frown. “What are you apologizing for?”

“That I fucked you without a condom.”

Oh. Right. He definitely did do that.

“I kinda lost control of myself,” he continues. “I wasn’t thinking. And I’m always thinking. Always careful. I don’t have sex with a woman without protection, meaning condoms. Ever.”

I stare at him, not surprised at his admission, but then again, Iamsurprised because what he’s implying is that I’m the only one who makes him lose all control.

Me.

“And I’m not saying all that just to reassure you, Sienna. I’m telling you the truth. You can trust me,” Gavin says when I still haven’t spoken. “I got tested over the summer, and I’m all clear. I’ve never fucked around without a rubber. I’m not about to put myself in a stupid position.”

Like getting someone pregnant. Ugh.

This conversation, while necessary, is making me uncomfortable. First, I’m not one to talk so freely about sex with the guy I’m having sex with. And second, I do not like talking about him having sex with other women. I’m being a complete hypocrite because I’ve had sex with other guys after our little interaction two years ago. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Wait for this man to get his head out of his ass while he’s off having sex with other people?

Not that the sex I had with only a handful of guys—okay, two—was as good as it is with Gavin. The man knows what he’s doing, which tells me he’s done it a lot. But I don’t need my face rubbed in it.

“Okay.” I nod. “I trust you.”

I trust that you’ll stop talking about all of this,I think to myself. The last thing I want to deal with is listening to him ramble on about his active sex life.

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