Page 81 of Puck Me Twice

If this is how I go… yeah, I’m okay with that.

She’s still wearing her dress, though. That’s not okay. That’s not right.

Pulling her hand away, I scoot back. She’s watching me intently. I can’t read the expression on her face.

There’s a zipper on the side of her dress. As I pull down the tab and cleave away the fabric, she sighs and helps me. It’s a pretty dress. I like it on her. But I like it even better on my floor.

When I finally have her bare to me, I reach for her again.

But Vanessa shakes her head. “We need to have a conversation.”

“Now?” I set my hand on her hip. “What do we need to talk about?”

“I’m on birth control,” she says.

“Okay. And?”

“And I know the team tests you regularly. I’ve been tested since—well, I’m good,” she says. “But I’m not ready for kids, I want us to be in a different place if that happens.” Her eyes meet mine. “Not if. When.”

Swallowing thickly, I nod. “Okay.” She’s meeting me halfway. She’s not saying she doesn’t want it. She’s just not ready for it right now.

“I just—I’d feel better if we used condoms, too,” Vanessa whispers. Her shoulders go up around her ears. “Is that okay?”

I blink. “Why wouldn’t that be okay?”

She swallows. “I know some guys don’t like them, and, well…”

“I’m not some guy, I’m yours,” I tell her. “And my first priority is always going to be making you feel safe and comfortable and loved. Always. What you’re asking isn’t unreasonable. So yes—until you’re ready to go without, there’s no reason not to use condoms. Contraception is both of our responsibilities, but you’d have the burden to bear. You’re already taking a medication that has a profound impact on you. Using condoms is hardly asking me for the same sort of commitment.”

Vanessa blinks a few times. “You’re just… you…” She shakes her head. “Who are you?”

Rolling away, I offer her my hand. “Hi, I’m Sven. I’m your boyfriend.”

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Sven

She stares at me for a few minutes. Blinks.

And then she bursts into peals of laughter.

And I smile, because I did that. I made her laugh.

Vanessa shakes my hand, then pulls me into her, until she’s wrapped up in my arms again. Holding on tightly, I breathe in her light floral perfume and close my eyes. This is—I could do this forever.

“I really like you.”

My breath catches. It still doesn’t feel real.

And when her hand slips off my chest to trail down my stomach, I almost stop her. This is perfect as it is.

But when she wraps her hand around my cock and gives me a slow, firm stroke? Yeah, I like this, too.

Her lips meet mine on a sigh, and as she winds her free arm around my neck, I cup my hand over hers and tighten her grip around my throat.

Vanessa’s eyes fly open. “You like this?”