Page 68 of Virtue

“My bed is a little too small for you.”

I wiggle my toes as my feet hang off the end of the bed. “You’re tiny. The bed fits you.”

“It’s a queen.”

“You’re a queen,” I counter.

She leans back to look in my eyes. “Will you serve me?”

That’s been my plan since I woke up. I move quickly to slide her panties off, kissing a path down her legs as I do.

She settles on her back, but before I crawl between her legs, I flip her over.

“On your knees, lamb.”

She does it with a small whimper. “Oh, God.”

I get behind her and stare at the sight before me. “Your pussy is so beautiful.”

She squirms a bit, her ass wiggling. “Please.”

I taste her slowly. One long lick along the seam, and then I stop.

“I’m so ready to come,” she whines. “Lick it again.”

I do one better. I slap her pretty ass cheek.

That lures a moan from her. “You make me come so good.”

I trace a path over her cleft with my finger before I do the same again with my tongue. She inches back, wanting more so I give my sweet Eloise that and settle in to eat her to at least one orgasm, or more.

“In the nightstand.”She points a finger toward the black cabinet next to the bed. “You’ll find them in the top drawer.”

If I had my way, I wouldn’t sheath my dick.

I want in that pussy in the purest way possible, without any barriers. I want to fill her with my release and watch her face while I do, but I can’t fucking do that.

We haven’t talked about whether we’ve been tested.

I am regularly and have never once had sex without a condom.

I sense Eloise tests too and has a backup plan for birth control, but I can’t have that discussion with her. It’s too soon. It’s too much.

“The top drawer?” I ask again.

It’s hard to fucking concentrate when the most beautiful woman on the planet is sprawled out naked less a foot from where you are.

I tug open the drawer and regret hits me immediately.

I close my eyes to ward off the anger coursing through me.

“The package should be right on top,” she purrs. “I bought it a month or two ago.”

Before I stormed back into her life.

I stare down at the box of condoms. It’s been opened, but that’s not what is making my blood boil.

It’s what’s sitting next to the box.