Page 30 of Greed

“Two of ten?” I huff out a laugh as my dick hardens again. “Name the other eight.”

“You name them,” she challenges as her hands fall to her waist.

“There are more than ten,” I say honestly. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m not,” she counters. “But I like me.”

“I like you too.”

That earns me a smile. “I also like these.”

I watch as she raises a hand to show me the foil package from the condom I slid on less than thirty minutes ago.

After she sucked me off, we both drifted off, but as soon as I was awake, I had her nipple in my mouth. Ten minutes later, I was sheathed and balls deep inside her snug little pussy.

“You like the condoms?” I question.

“They feel nice.” She flips the package over to read the front. “Llura. I’ve never heard of this brand.”

I can’t say I’m surprised. The company is less than two years old, and it’s regional. I stumbled on one of their online ads. The comment section persuaded me to buy a box. I haven’t used another brand since. In fact, my interest in the company reaches beyond the product.

She lets out a sigh. “I might have to order a box.”

I’ve never felt jealousy before, but a spark of something is lit within me at the thought of Abby rolling a condom on another guy’s dick before he fucks her.

I motion for her to join me on the bed. “Come here.”

She walks over and sets her ass down. “I should head home soon.”

“You should stay.” I trace my fingers over the inside of her thigh. “One last fuck before you go.”

“My pussy needs to take a rain check.”

I let out a bark of laughter. “Your pussy doesn’t need that.”

“I have to prepare a few things for work tomorrow.” She raises a shoulder. “Mr. Thorsen expects certain things from me.”

“Mr. Thorsen can fuck right off.”

Her hand leaps to her mouth. “You’re his friend, so you can say that. He pays me, so I can’t.”

“You want to, though, right?”

She shakes her head. “He’s a good boss, Declan.”

I push her hair back over her shoulder to give me a spot to plant a soft kiss on her skin. “We’re doing this again soon, Abigail.”

“Are we?” She places the empty condom package on my nightstand. “This is now a two-night stand.”

I nod. “Damn right it is, and we’ll make it a three-night stand tomorrow.”

“I can’t tomorrow.” She crosses her bare legs. “I have plans.”

That hits me harder than I expect, but we barely know each other, and although the fucks have been fun, I don’t know what the future holds for us other than another round or two when our schedules sync.

“What night are you free?” I question.

She rubs the palm of her left hand with her right thumb. “Let’s play it by ear and see where the week takes us.”

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