Page 81 of Plus Size Player

When he finally rolled off me, I brought my hands to my racing heart. “Good morning,” I murmured.

He reached for one of my hands and brought it to his lips. “Any morning I get to wake up to you is a good morning.”

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. “You’re getting soft on me?”

With a smirk, he looked down at his semihard dick, slick with my juices, and then back at me. “We both know you keep me hard.”

I giggled.

And almost simultaneously, we both jerked our heads back to his dick.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed, sitting up.

My eyes bulged. “Where the hell is the condom?” I asked frantically.

I attempted to sit up, but he put his hand on my belly to keep me in place. With his brows furrowed in worry, he commanded, “Let me see if it’s in you.”

I parted my legs, and I could tell something was up by the way his eyes widened.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“What?”

The pressure of his fingers against my still-tender flesh caused me to suck in air sharply. He pulled out a beaten and battered condom. When he held it up, the hole in it was painfully obvious.

I squeezed my eyes shut.No, no, no, no, no, no.

“Are you, uh…” Russ tossed the tattered condom toward the trash can with his right hand. “Are you on any type of birth control?”

I pushed myself up into a sitting position and took a deep breath. “Yeah, but we should also pick up an emergency contraceptive on the way home.”

He nodded. “We can do that. Are you okay?”

“I mean, it’s not ideal, but I’m okay.” I paused for a moment. “Obviously, this means testing needs to take place.”

He nodded. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “I can get it done today. I’ll get my assistant to set something up.”

Staring straight ahead, my mind was going a mile a minute. “Yeah. I’m going to call my gynecologist to make an appointment.”

“I leave town tonight for a meeting tomorrow morning back in New York. I’m back here on Thursday for some stuff with the house. The results should be in by then. My last test came back negative. I expect it to be the same.”

“Same.”

We were both quiet.

Sunlight filled the room as the stark silence surrounded us. When I looked over at him, he was staring at me.

“I should’ve fucking known.” I shook my head. “It always feels good, but it was feeling extra good and…” My sentence trailed off.

He reached over and put his hand on my thigh. “I was lost in it… in you.”

“I would’ve never locked my legs around you if I was thinking clearly.”

He licked his lips. “When you locked in, I lost it.”

The conversation shouldn’t have made me tingle, but it did. Shifting uncomfortably, I said, “As good as the dick is—and believe me, it’s good—I’m trying to avoid pregnancy at all costs.”

“Hell yeah. I’m right there with you.” His phone rang but he continued holding my gaze. “We’ll get the emergency contraceptive on the way, and then I’ll get you home on time, as promised. You’ll get to your meeting. I’ll get to my meetings. Everything will be fine. I’ll handle it.”

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