Page 54 of Love Bank
Keva finally relented. Once she had her mind wrapped around leaving, she was out of there surprisingly fast. I whipped out my phone and texted Bain back.
Lucille:So glad to hear that! Pick me up anytime…
I got busy shutting down the clinic and securing all the windows and exits. Nothing to do but sit around and twiddle my thumbs. I found myself in the sample room, oddly drawn to one particular sample, though I refrained from getting it out of the refrigerator. Now that I’d had sex with him, I was loath to think of some woman using his sperm to have his baby. Not that I had any ownership of his past ejaculate, even as the actual owner of this specific ejaculate, but I felt protective of any future ejaculate. And if I thought about ejaculate any more time that night, I might chicken out of heading to Bain’s house altogether.
Bain wasn’t an ongoing client of the clinic, so it wasn’t a conflict of interest to be sleeping with him, right?
“Lucy?”
Bain’s concerned voice echoed down the empty hall.
I hustled out of the room, feeling guilty for being in there even though I had every reason as the clinic’s owner to be in the sample room. Bain walked toward me, those muscled thighs in tan uniform pants eating up the distance. His lips hinted at a smile, but the heat in his eyes held my entire focus. He was a man on a mission.
Bain didn’t slow down as he reached me, just crashed into me and gripped me hard with those rough hands. One slid into my hair and held my head in place as he took my mouth. The other held my hips as he rocked his desire against me. So much pleasure hit me all at once, my head went dizzy, and I was double grateful for Bain holding me up.
“Hey, beautiful,” Bain whispered against my lips several long minutes later.
That was probably in my top three best greetings in my whole life.
“Hey,” I said lamely, too overcome with hormones to concoct a better reply.
He smiled like I imagined a lion did right before it feasted on its prey. “Let’s get out of here.”
He stepped back and laced our fingers together, tugging me toward the front door. The sex gods were with us, shielding us from the prying eyes of nosy neighbors, allowing us to make it back to his place without fear of spreading the wildfire rumor of our affair. I parked behind his truck in the secluded driveway and hoped no one would happen to come by and spy my car. She was far from nondescript.
We didn’t even make it through Bain’s front door, before he tugged my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt.
“Hey, easy, Tiger.” I slapped his shoulder playfully.
“I prefer Cum Warden or the previously mentioned Sexy Devil or Hammer,” he teased me.
I nearly choked on my own tongue as he threw the door open and shoved me inside. “Cum Warden?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Has kind of a ring to it, huh?” He slammed the door shut and we were finally alone.
I burst out laughing, already deciding that’s exactly what I’d call him in my head. And God forbid I ever mess up and say it out loud. My laughter cut off as Bain grabbed me again and slanted his lips over mine. A frenzy of clothing being ripped from our bodies and hitting the ground happened all the while our mouths stayed fused together. I couldn’t get enough of him.
When we were both naked, he lifted me up and started carrying me to his bedroom.
“Wait!” I shouted, tearing my mouth away long enough to get out my protest.
Bain set me down on my feet and sighed. “Of course you want to argue with me first. I should have guessed.”
I frowned and put my hands on my hips, only half annoyed by his suggestion that I was argumentative. He was naked, I remind you, so I couldn’t be fully annoyed. A naked Bain was a sight to behold. Annoyance was not the emotion he conjured with his rippling abs and broad chest.
“No, I wasn’t going to argue. I was just going to kindly make a suggestion.”
He nodded regally and swiped his open palm through the air. “Be my guest.”
I sniffed. “I think we should explore all the possible positions.”
He stared at me, not moving a muscle. I began to think my suggestion must have really stunk when he sucked in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, what? You mean like run through the Kama Sutra?”
I nodded, glad he got it. “Yes, exactly. Like a Kama Sutra experiment. You relieved me of my virginity. Now you can show me all the possible positions to which I can experience future orgasms.”
He frowned. “Future orgasms?”
