She tensed.

“But you got me so hot I couldn’t think,” he admitted. “We should probably talk fast before I forget myself and get inside you again. Justine, I know you just wanted to be friends. I’m trying, but...”

“Oh man. This is not how I wanted to talk about this. I’m still sorry for using your name with my mom.” She cringed. “I’m naked and mentioned my mother. This is not going well.”

He laughed. “See why talking can sometimes be overrated?”

She gave a slow smile. “Yeah.”

“Quick chat—I’m clean.”

“Me too. We always used condoms. Always.”

“Yep. I didn’t always with Christine, but totally did at the end. And I’ve had a checkup since then. All good from the doctor. I take my health seriously.”

“I do too.”

Justine’s face had turned beet-red. She lay still, naked, while they talked. He knew it had to be killing her.

So after joining her in bed, he pulled the sheets over them. He lay on his side, watching her, and pushed her hair behind her ear. “Justine, I consider you a friend. I really don’t want to mess up our relationship. You make me laugh, and I like just being with you.”

She sighed. “You too. I feel the same.”

“I can’t help feeling attracted to you. I tried not to be, because sex can complicate things. But, well, I think it just made everything better between us.”

She blinked. “You do?”

“Hmm. I must not have been doing it right.” He leaned forward to kiss her and got lost in her taste, her touch. So that when he pulled back, he had her under him, rocking his half-hard cock against her belly and getting harder. “You are so sweet.” He kissed her lips, her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “I want to lick you all over again. Swallow that cream and then fuck you so hard. You get me all worked up without even trying.” He moaned when her fingers curled around him and squeezed. “Keep it up and I’ll come all over your pretty sheets.”

She kissed him back and teethed his ear, causing him to jolt. “You’re pretty good at the dirty talk.”

“I’m good at everything involving your body. Let me show you.”

“I guess you really aren’t mad at me for inviting you to the wedding.”

“Not at all.” He pushed deeper into her fist. “But if you don’t want a mess, find me a new condom.”

“Oh, quick on the trigger, hmm?”

He laughed, surprised at her humor since she seemed so shy with him. “With you, yeah.” He sighed. “You taste good.”’

“So do you.”

“Hmm. I have an idea.” He pushed the covers aside and kissed her. “Want to race?”

“Huh?”

He pulled her to get on top of him then urged her to her hands and knees. “Turn around.”

She faced his erection while he stared up at her pussy, her legs spread wide.

“Oh, a race,” she said before taking him to the back of her throat.