Page 89 of Mr. Not Quite Perfect

“I mean, it’s a very small possibility. You were standing up, and I didn’t feel like—”

“What does me standing up have to do with it?” he asked, shaking his head.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe it doesn’t go as deep when you’re standing up as when you’re lying down?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Molly, you’re a smart girl. But—”

“But what?” I glared at him.

“But that makes absolutely no sense. Did it feel like my cock wasn’t deep inside you when I was pounding you this morning?”

I bit down on my lower lip and was embarrassed at the fact that my body was reacting to his crude comment. I shifted slightly away from him. “There’s no need to—”

He sighed. “So I guess no unprotected sex for the next seven days then, huh?”

I nodded.

“And I guess you wait to see if you are already pregnant?”

“It’s very unlikely that I’m pregnant. We barely had sex.”

“We barely had sex?” He rolled his eyes again and chuckled. “Honey, I fucked the hell out of you this morning. Everyone on the floor probably heard you screaming my name.”

“Travis!” I said.

“What? I’m just saying, if my sperm are good swimmers, which I don’t know if they are because I’ve never tried to get anyone pregnant, then you are definitely…” He paused, and I glared at him, and he shrugged. “I mean, I guess we’ll see what happens.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “And perhaps we shouldn’t have sex at all while we wait.” I stared at him, and he frowned.

“Well, what does us not having sex have to do with the fact that we already had unprotected sex?”

“I just mean that… You know.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I want you, Molly. Yes, I’ve had you, and it’s been amazing, but I haven’t even begun to have my fill of you. And when we get to LA, well, there’s some place very special I want to take you.”

“See, this is becoming a sex thing,” I said, annoyed. “I told you I didn’t want it to.”

“It’s not becoming a sex thing,” he said, shaking his head. “Anyway, we should continue this discussion later. We’ve beentalking for a long time, and Pascal and her friend are looking at us suspiciously.”

“Oh, so now you’re concerned?”

“I’m concerned for you. You don’t want anyone to know.”

“Okay, but you were okay taking me to the back into one of the bathrooms to fuck me senseless and hope that no one figured that out?”

He grinned at me, his eyes laughing. “Well, yeah. I mean, who doesn’t want to join the mile-high club?”

“You’re telling me you’ve never joined the mile-high club before?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t say that. I’ve just never joined it with you.”

I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. Heading back to my seat, I sat back next to Poppy.

“So what was that about? Do you have to work now or something?”

“No,” I said. “He wanted us to join the mile-high club.”

“Oh, sexy,” she said with a devious grin.

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