“This is much better than the pictures Kayla taped up in the hallway,” I said, and he shot me an inquisitive look.

“There were pictures?” he asked as he started working on his slacks, slow and torturous, as if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Lots of pictures. But like I said, this is better.” I waved an arm up and down the length of his gorgeous, sculpted body.

His hardness stood out from his boxers, and I couldn’t stop staring at it.

“Are you looking at my junk?” he said, and the term made me giggle.

“Just remembering how you almost burned it off, is all,” I said, and he grinned before hopping back on the bed, straddling my body.

“I’m going to make you very happy that I didn’t.” He pulled down my panties with his teeth before pulling his boxers off as well.

“I can see that,” I commented as I reached down with my hand and held it, slowly stroking up and down.

“Sutton, you have to stop.” His voice sounded strained.

“Only if you put that perfect penis inside me,” I demanded as I continued stroking. “That’s the only way to stop me.”

“Sutton,” he groaned, “I didn’t bring a condom. I came from the office. I didn’t plan on this.”

“I have one.” I maneuvered underneath the weight of his body, reached for the nightstand, and slid it open, fiddling around inside. “Ha! Here!”

“I don’t want to know why you have a nightstand full of condoms, do I?” He took the square package out of my hand and ripped the corner open with his teeth.

“I’m a doctor,” I said. “Safety first.”

“Uh-huh.” He pulled it from the wrapper and positioned it at the tip before rolling it down the length.

“I’m ready. I want this. I want you.”

He cut my words off with a kiss, his mouth claiming mine, his tongue sweeping in and sharing my air as he pushed his dick toward my entrance and inside. I sucked in a harsh breath, my hands wrapping around his neck.

I couldn’t get enough of the feel of his skin against mine. The sharpness of his freshly shaven scruff, rough against my cheek. His hard muscles pressing into my body. His fingertips gripping me so hard that I knew they’d leave bruises later.

He worked in and out of my body, his penis filling me in the best possible way.

“I’m so glad,” I said between labored breaths, “that you didn’t light your pants on fire that night.”

“You and me both,” he said before fucking me harder and holding me tighter until we both came.

HANDLING MY BUSINESS

JOSEPH

The high of an orgasm was almost unexplainable. There were no words that gave it justice, that properly conveyed the way coming inside a woman truly felt. But coming down from that high was a different story altogether. Everything sank in all at once—the reality of what you’d just done, who you’d done it with, what it meant, and how it might change things.