discarded the condom in a nearby trashcan, and yanked his expensive pants back up like he didn’t even care that my arousal was still all over him. Or maybe he was the kind of kinky bastard who liked the idea of walking around all day with me on his cock. I swallowed, wishing that idea didn’t turn me on.
I tugged my skirt down, doing an undignified little shimmy before kneeling and pulling my panties up. There was no sexy or classy way to try to put myself back together in front of him. Not after that. Especially not after he’d won our stupid, ridiculous little game.
“Aren’t you going to gloat?” I asked.
“No.” He straightened his tie, and from the look on his face, you would never know he just blew his load inside me. “I got what I came for.”
Stupid, cocky bastard. “Yeah?” I said, sounding a little too desperate to get something from him before he walked straight out of my life. “You’re just going to leave?”
He moved past me, pulling the door open and stopping just before he left. “Relationships are for people with time.”
“Yeah,” I called after him. “And functioning hearts.” I didn’t know why I was trying to argue with him. There was zero percent of me that thought he and I had even the most remote chance of being compatible in a relationship.
Except… That hadn’t just been sex. It was an experience. It had felt life changing, as overly dramatic as that was. He’d swept into my life and in a few glorious thrusts, he’d unraveled one of my most central theories of the universe. My spell of orgasmless relationships hadn’t been because the right guy was still out there. It was just—ugh. I didn’t even know what it was, but now I could never change the fact that he had been the one to make it happen. I wished that didn’t feel significant somehow.
The door shut, and all I could do was sit down on the cold floor and pull my knees up to my chest. I thought I could feel my life threatening to crack at the seams. And then I felt a strange, warm, and wet sensation between my legs. I shifted a little. I definitely wasn’t still turned on, so it wasn’t like the old girl was still prepping the tunnel for a train.
I put my hand to the source and flinched. Was that… I pulled it back and saw a little fragment of a condom on my fingertip, along with a generous helping of Mr. Suit’s DNA. Before the true shock and horror really settled in, I wondered what kind of supermodel kids were swimming around on my fingertip, just waiting to catwalk into the world and start ripping people new assholes.
I flicked my finger and scooted back, shuddering all over.
The condom broke.
“It broke,” I said it aloud, just because that’s what my shocked brain seemed to think it needed to do. “The fucking condom broke. He came inside me.”
I jumped up and put both my hands on my head. I did some frantic calendar counting and determined that I shouldn’t be ovulating. And thank God for that, because I read this terrifying article about what Plan B does to your body once. I swore I’d never touch the stuff after that, except this might’ve justified an exception.
I briefly thought about running after him and telling him the truth—of slapping his shitty quality jacket pocket condom remains in his face. But no. I just needed to calm down. Biology was on my side. It was okay. I’d get tested to make sure I was still clean, and that would be that.
Note from my future self: you see where this is going, right?
3
Damon
I wasn’t particularly proud of it, but I was the king of the one and done routine. If I had my way, I’d eradicate the biological urge to stick my dick in warm, wet holes entirely. As it was, I couldn’t do that, which meant I occasionally took detours. The more temporary, the better.
Except my little session of bumping uglies with tennis Tinkerbell felt like the kind of detour I could get used to taking. I liked that she had stood up to me. Of course, she’d ultimately folded like all of them did, but the resistance had been a welcome change. It was also entirely possible I’d just enjoyed fucking her and the rest were excuses to pursue a second-round performance.
I straightened my tie and double checked that