“Obviously,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Are you clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Condoms are a nuisance,” she murmured.
Jesus.
This woman.
“You clean?” he asked.
Now she sounded offended.
“Of course.”
That was when he smiled as he muttered, “Right.”
Even more offended, she snapped, “I am.”
“I believe you.”
“You said ‘right,’ like you didn’t.”
“I said ‘right,’ like, okay. Right. You’re clean. You’re on the Pill. Topic done. I can fuck you and come inside you and all’s good.”
“Right.” Now she sounded like she didn’t believe him.
His body was shaking as was the bed when he wrapped her tight in his arms and heard his humor when he noted, “Now you’re full of shit.”
“Whatever,” she muttered.
“You gonna go clean me from you or are we gonna argue about who’s bein’ sarcastic and who isn’t?” he asked.
“I’m going home,” she told him.
Shit, he had to get her past this. If he didn’t get in there, and not just in her cunt, he’d never earn her trust and get what he needed from her.
His arms tightened further. “Are we gonna fuck tomorrow night?”
“Yes. At the club, if we can reserve a salon. If not, it’s back here.”
“Can you explain why we can’t pass out here and fuck in the morning and again at the club tomorrow night while we hopefully watch a bottom submit knowin’ you want to try that with me but talkin’ shit because you wanna convince me you like top?”
“I—” she began to make some lame excuse.
Fuck, he was wiped.
Which meant he was done.
“Clean up and come back to bed, Olivia,” he said on a sigh, loosening his arms.
“Not good with orders, Sebring.”
“Don’t give a fuck, Olivia.”
She didn’t move.
He did, this being a hand to her ass, giving it a smack.