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strip club? Do that zip glide thing downtown?”

What a variety of interesting suggestions. Sadly, none of them sound good. I think I’m too tired. Sex will do that to a person. “Maybe we should just stay in.”

“Netflix and chill?” Now his brows are shooting up. His expression is hopeful. He has sex on the brain.

No problem, so do I. It’s what we do.

“Let’s do that. And order a pizza later,” I say.

“Hey.” Somehow, he grabs hold of me, those big hands landing on my waist and pulling me to him. His face is in mine, and his eyes seem darker. More serious. “Thank you for making breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever you want to call it. I appreciate you making me a homecooked meal. No one ever does that sort of thing for me.”

Aww. The sincerity ringing in his voice, that look still glowing in his eyes…all the earlier tension between us just melts away and I’m left with a warm, fuzzy sensation filling me.

“You’re welcome.”

“I also want to apologize.”

I’m about to protest and tell him it’s not necessary but he holds up his hand, silencing me.

“I’m sorry, Eleanor. I was a complete dick just now with the video game thing,” he confesses, his voice low, his gaze sincere. “I’m not used to sharing my space with someone else.”

“I get it.” I smile. “If we’re being real right now, I’m not used to it either.”

“We could get used to it.” He brushes a few stray hairs away from my face, his touch gentle. “Together.”

“That sounds nice.” I pat his shoulder. Run my hand down his chest. Silently marvel at his muscular deliciousness.

I do that for a while. Touch him. My fingers exploring. Soon his hand is wrapped around my nape and he’s guiding me backward onto the couch, his mouth landing on mine, devouring me. My dress is shoved up and his shorts are shoved down and then he’s inside me. No condom. Just Mitch’s bare cock, filling me completely.

“Shit.” He drops his forehead to mine, panting heavily as he remains completely still. “I forgot to grab a condom. I’ll go get one.”

He’s about to pull out but I keep him where he’s at, my hands firm against his back. “Just…” My voice drifts and I shift beneath him, resting my hands over my face. I’m on the pill. I don’t usually have sex with men without condoms, so I’m taking a chance here. Or maybe not. “When you’re about to come, pull out.”

He moves my hands away from my face so he can look into my eyes. “Can I come on your chest?”

I start to laugh. He sounds so eager, so hopeful. I nod my answer.

Within a few minutes, I’m coming. And then he is too.

All over my breasts.

Twenty-One

Mitch

It’s Monday afternoon and I’m driving Eleanor to the airport. The air is hot outside. Stifling. The sun is so damn intense, I feel like I’m going to melt, and I have the air conditioner on high, for Christ’s sake. This weather is going to take some getting used to.

We had a few bumpy spots yesterday, but eventually Eleanor and I found our groove and had a good time together. It didn’t help that I silently freaked out over the fan spotting me at the supermarket. Oh, and the giant Welcome, Raiders display in the front of the store, made out of a wall of beer boxes. I know the city is excited to have us there, but I wasn’t prepared. It threw me off guard.

And made me act like kind of a dick toward Eleanor.

She’s not picking up on the clues, and I’m grateful for it. I’m always able to dodge the many bullets shot at me, but this won’t last for long. I need to come clean and tell her the truth.

I should tell her right now.

But it’s like I can’t. The lump in my throat won’t let me. The tightness in my chest definitely won’t let me either. I chicken out.

As usual.

Instead, I think about what we did last night. We watched a couple of movies on Netflix. Ordered a pizza that was pretty decent. At one point, she got on her knees on the floor while I sat on the couch and I watched her suck me off, my hands in her hair, her shiny peach lips working my dick over.

That was hot. No surprise there.

We had lots of sex throughout the night. Again, as usual. I’m exhausted, running on empty, but I still feel good. On top