Page 33 of Bad Boy for Hire
Inside of her.
Wait.
Fuck.
He’d come inside of her.
Without protection.
Fuck.
His eyes flew open. She was still looking up at him as if he’d hung tonight’s full moon. Maybe she was on the pill. Surely she would have said something. Then again, he hadn’t fucking said anything. What if she’d been as rapt as he’d been and had flat-out forgotten?
Something he never did. Ever.
But bringing it up now would erase that smile from her face, and he didn’t want to lose that. Not yet.
He slipped free from her heat, a groan of pleasure escaping his mouth. “Goddamn.”
“Agree,” she said, ruffling his hair off his forehead.
Such trust in her eyes. The sex had been an almost out-of-body experience for him. Maybe that’s why he’d forgotten to put on a condom.
Fuck.
“Be right back.” He laid a kiss on her mouth. He’d intended for it to be brief, but she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid one on him. He stroked her tongue with his and settled into the kiss for a beat, only surfacing when she let him go.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he croaked.
His head halfway between the earth’s atmosphere and his bedroom, he stumbled to the bathroom on unsteady legs.
Chapter Eleven
Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.
May repeated the mantra to her hammering heart as she tried to breathe steadily. Xavier had absolutely rocked her world. She’d seen stars. And neither of them had thought about birth control.
Shit!
When she’d grabbed him up and kissed him, she’d noticed tension on his face that shouldn’t be there—not after they’d both had such strong releases. That’s when it hit her. They hadn’t used protection.
As she watched his fantastic ass leave the bedroom, the panic she’d been trying to avoid hit her full force. When he shut the bathroom door with a soft snick, her panic was twofold.
She squeezed her eyes closed and took a deep breath. Then another. One more for good measure.
It was okay. Everything would be okay.
Shit! She wasn’t sure she’d effectively convinced herself.
By the time he pulled open the bathroom door, she was on her feet and promising to be “back in a sec!”
She used the facilities, washed her hands, and gave herself a silent pep talk in the mirror. Then she counted to three, but she couldn’t quite make herself leave the sanctuary of the bathroom. Out there, she’d have to face reality.
Which she’d have to face eventually. So, she took another deep breath, gave herself another count of three, and yanked open the door.
“Eep!” She nearly jumped out of her skin when she found Xavier standing in the hallway. Her poor heart.
