“I’m accident prone.”
 
 He nodded.“That so?Castle, maybe you’d like to put my wallet down.”
 
 “Wallet?I haven’t got your—” There it was in her hands.“Sorry.”
 
 “Unless you want to take the condom that’s in there out and come here with it.In case you accidentally sit on my cock.”
 
 Evidently, the gloves were off.The muzzle loosened.
 
 She dropped the wallet like it was a grenade, or rather like the condom would magically tear free of the foil and unfurl over his joystick ready for her to slide her gloriously wet, plump pussy down over the top of it.
 
 He got up and closed the gap between them, scooping the wallet up en route, saving her the effort of picking it up and putting it back down a dozen times or so.The more nervous or riled she got, the stickier her fingers became.She had his sunglasses in her hands now instead.He took them off her, too.
 
 Her eyes widened.The blue of them brimful of fear, while abject longing teased her mouth into an adorable pout.Damn, he wanted to kiss her.He really wanted to kiss her.To relieve the tension crackling between them.Just kiss her and push all the moralistic shit about this maybe being cheating to one side.It was only that if you looked at this from one particular viewpoint.A viewpoint he didn’t share.She was his.He was hers.As the universe had witnessed it.Honestly, Curtis Nash was history, he just hadn’t got the message yet.
 
 “Breathe, Castle.It’s okay.There’s no scenario here where I do anything that you don’t want, and explicitly say you want.”
 
 “Then why…”
 
 He’d taken a couple of condoms out of the wallet.
 
 “…torturing me.”
 
 It was a toss-up over who was torturing who here.
 
 “Stop looking at me like that.”Her voice was small and croaky, gave the impression of vulnerability.
 
 “Like what?”
 
 “Like you’re going to eat me.”
 
 Their eyes met.Hers so blue.Afraid.Eager.They stayed locked into that stare.Each breath that wasn’t made right into each other’s mouths, abject agony.
 
 “But, Castle,” he whispered.“I would like to eat you.I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t say it, but it’s the truth.I want to lick every inch of you.Taste you.Worship you.”
 
 “Paul.Stop.Stop...We can’t…”
 
 They were inches apart.
 
 “Even if we want to.I’m not going to cheat and make it worse.I’ve already screwed everything up so badly.”
 
 “Shh.You haven’t screwed up anything.”He touched her cheek, and she leaned into the touch with such desperation and torture lining her face.
 
 “I don’t know what to do.I love him.I do.”
 
 She made a sob, and he understood it completely.Funny how one tiny sound could convey so much nuance that it told him the agony gnawing on her soul was the twin of his own.Because, it was wrong, so wrong that they had to endure this.Wrong that he couldn’t lean in, press his mouth to hers, breathe life into them both.Carry her to the bed, embed himself in the soft plumped folds of her opening.Get lost together, find bliss twined as they were fated to be.
 
 “It’s okay.It’ll be okay.”He brushed her hair back from her face.
 
 “It hurts.”
 
 “Yeah.”
 
 “I’m so confused.”
 
 The glitter of tears clung to her eyelashes.He bent his head to kiss them away.
 
 The knock came right as he leaned in.Jodi jumped.Her nose hit his chin at the same time that her knuckles grazed his hip.Paul caught her hand before she could drag it into her body and held it fast against his.“Do you want me to let him in?”