Page 75 of Irresistibly Risky

And then I do something reckless. I release her neck, listening as she rakes in a sharp gust of air. I pull out of her and flip her over onto the chaise until she’s lying on her stomach, her face resting on its side. Keeping her legs pressed firmly together, I climb back over her and rip the condom off.

Her eyes burst open wide, and she starts to move, but I press her back down with my hand in the center of her back. And then I start fucking her bare. Shoving myself into her, watching as my wet, glistening cock slides past her ass cheeks and into her tight, sweet heaven.

“Asher!”

“I know,” I manage. “I’ll pull out.”

I know she’s not on the pill. I know if I come inside her, I could get her pregnant again.

That thought makes me want to give her every ounce of cum I have, but I won’t do that. Her eyes widen further but then roll back in her head as I start to screw her like a man possessed, my hand back on her throat, using it for leverage and breath play. I pound into her, angling forward and driving my fucks in deep and hard, penetrating her while targeting her front wall.

“You feel so good like this. So fucking good, and you’re so goddamn tight and warm. I’m giving it to you rough, Wynter. That’s the game we’re playing now, but tonight, when you crawl into my bed, I’m going to fuck you so sweet, baby. So sweet your head will spin, and you’ll come just as hard for me then as you’re going to now.”

Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning, but it’s quiet and low, and I have to bend closer to hear it. Her pussy starts quivering around me, clenching and unclenching, driving me to the point where I almost can’t take it another second. I give her neck a solid squeeze, and then she’s coming and coming, her body thrashing beneath me, her eyes closed and locked tight.

The moment she starts to come down, I remove my hand from her neck and pull out of her, using that hand to jerk myself until I’m coming all over her back with a savage roar. Stars burst behind my eyes, and then I collapse onto my good side, sighing and panting for air.

“I think that might be the hardest I’ve ever come in my life.”

“Mmmm,” is the only sound she makes.

Blinking open my eyes, I stare over at her, moving her to her side on the narrow chaise and running my fingers along her neck, shifting her head as I look for marks.

“Will I need makeup?” she asks softly, a little shaky, and I slide beside her as worry and guilt slam into me. I pull her body against mine and rest on my side so I can put my bad hand on her back. My cum is beneath my fingers, cold and wet, but I don’t care.

I kiss her neck where my fingers held her and then pop up to meet her eyes. “No. It’s just a little red, but it doesn’t look like it’ll bruise or anything. Are you okay? Was it too much? Did I go too far?”

“It was… unexpected.” She giggles lightly, her lips spreading into a smile. “It’s certainly not something I ever thought I’d try.”

“Me neither, truth be told. You bring out a very possessive, feral beast in me. I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head as she stares directly into my eyes. “Don’t be. You didn’t go too far. I never felt unsafe. And well”—she blushes—“I liked it.”

I gaze down at her in wonder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s not something I want to do all the time, but it was hot.” She lets out another giggle. “You didn’t wear a condom. Again.”

I smirk, nuzzling against her. “I pulled out. Your back is covered in my cum. Now that’s hot. Like seriously hot.” I swirl it around with my fingers, painting her skin with it.

“You’re a real caveman. But seriously, we’re going to have to figure this out. I can’t go on the pill, and it seems you have a problem with condoms.”

“Only with you.” No joke. I lose my mind and common sense with her. “But I agree. We need to figure something out, and I know you can’t go on the pill. You told me last night it messes with your hormones, and I’d never want that for you. You’re already cruel and bitchy to me.”

She pokes my side and I laugh. “Only when you have it coming.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “You know I’m totally falling for you, right?”

She smiles and rolls her eyes dismissively. “I think that’s all the dopamine your body is releasing talking.”

It’s not, but I don’t argue it because she’s the tortoise and I’m the hare. I’m always racing ahead, trying to outrun everyone, determined to win. Slowing down is not in my DNA, but if I don’t wise up, I’ll come on too strong, too fast and I’ll lose her, which is not an option.

“Come on.” I slowly maneuver myself up and off the chaise and then extend my good hand to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for your day, Doctor.”

She takes my hand, and we walk like that back inside. I close and relock the door, and then I walk us into the shower after checking the app and making sure Mason is still asleep. We shower together, talking about the day we both have ahead—me with calls to a few local sports talk radio shows and then in-home PT, and her with patients in the office. She told her boss she’s not needed at the field now that she’s fixed my shoulder, but I have a feeling that won’t fly for long.

There’s a reason Joe wanted her as the team doctor. I don’t know him well, but from what I can tell, he’s a methodical man. A planner. A deep thinker. He doesn’t do anything on the fly. Which has me growing quiet as we exit the shower and head back into my room. She’s about to leave. All of her stuff is in her room because this all happened last night, and I don’t even know if I can ask her to move into my room or not.

What a fucking mess this all is.

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