But what could the man really do about it? Not a damn thing.

Back to the sleeping woman in my bed. I tried not to read too much into the fact that she wasn’t sleeping on my couch. For some reason, the fact that she was in my bed seemed so much more personal. So much…just more.

That is such a chick thought. I shrugged it off and stripped out of my clothes. A quick shower, and I was crawling into bed beside her. Two nights with her in my arms was a bad idea. It was the kind of thing I could get used to, and then once I handed over that deed, she’d be gone, and I’d be back to my one night, hit-it-and-quit-it lifestyle.

It sounded so unappetizing when compared to this warm, gorgeous woman in my bed.

But was there really any alternative? Realistically, this was going nowhere. I’d asked her for my shot. And I’d gotten it. I hadn’t thought beyond that. Didn’t have a plan.

I thought of the deed I’d had my lawyer draft the day after the Boys and Girls Club dinner. It was practically burning a hole in the drawer of my desk in the break room.

A better man would…

“Con?” A sleepy voice cut into my thoughts as Vanessa rolled to face me. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

The question was so goddamn domestic, like something a wife would ask her husband when he came home after a late night out and she couldn’t quite stay up until he got in. I squeezed my eyes shut for a beat. Just one more thing I liked too much.

“I think I did just wake you, babe.”

She snuggled in to my chest, still half asleep. “You smell good.”

“That’s what happens when you shower.”

“Mmmmm.” She pressed a kiss between my pecs, and her clever little tongue reached out to flick my nipple.

“Whoa, honey. What’re you doin’?”

Her voice husky with sleep, she said, “What does it look like?” Her sharp little teeth caught my nipple and tugged.

“You need to sleep.”

A small hand connected with my shoulder, shoving me to my back. “Don’t tell me what I need. Too many people tell me what I need. No one ever asks me what I want.”

I laced my hands behind my head and nodded down to my body. “Then take what you want. What you need. Only a stupid man would stop you.”

She didn’t look at me when she asked, “And you’re not a stupid man?”

“Not tonight I’m not. Tomorrow could be a different story.” And it could be. Because tomorrow I was due to make some decisions. Figure out exactly where this thing was going—and when I was going to end it. But for tonight, I’d take pleasure in being what she needed.

“At least you’re honest.”

Not hardly.

Vanessa made quick work of peeling off her dress, and the bra and underwear beneath it. Caught up in her creamy, unmarked skin, my fingers ached to reach up and cover her breasts. But I kept them where they were, eager to see how she’d take the reins.

I didn’t have to wait long. She dragged the boxers I’d planned to sleep in down my legs and tossed them to the floor. Her hands went directly to my cock, and my groan filled the room.

If I’d thought her hands were clever before, they were fucking genius now. One cupped my balls and the other gripped my shaft.

She lowered her head so her lips hovered directly over my cock. Just another inch, sweetheart.

A flick of her tongue across my apadravya dragged a groan from me. “Did this hurt?” The whisper of her breath across the head of my dick stole my thoughts.

“What?”

“The piercing. Did it hurt?”

“Not as bad as you’d think. Why?” I didn’t know why I asked the question. I should just want her to move along to the enthusiastic, dick-sucking portion of the entertainment, but this was about her. Not me.

“Just wondering. Because…” Her tongue flicked out again at the piercing.

Fuck. I fought to follow the conversation. “Because what?”

“Because I’m glad you did it. It feels really, really good.” She lifted and repositioned herself so she was straddling me.

Apparently the enthusiastic, dick-sucking portion of the entertainment was not to be. But when the hot slickness of her pussy grazed my shaft, I didn’t fucking care.

Using my cock and the piercing, she worked herself to the edge of orgasm. My hands, unable to stay still at the sight of this woman using me as her personal sex toy, reached up to cup her tits and tug her nipples.

“You gonna come on my cock, baby?”

A moan and a whimper were the only responses I got.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, taking what you need.”

“Need more.” Her words carried an edge of desperation.

“What, baby?”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

I released her tits and slid my hands down her sides until I reached her hips. Picking her up, I bit out, “Put me inside you if that’s what you want.”

One hand shifted down my torso, where she’d been keeping herself balanced, and grasped my slick cock. Angling it upward, Vanessa fit the head against her entrance.

It took everything I had not to slam her body down and impale her with my dick.

Through gritted teeth I asked, “How do you want it? Hard or easy?”

Her hips shifted, as though trying to take me inside her, but my hold kept her from getting what she wanted.

“Please…”

“Hard or easy, princess.”

Her eyes flashed on mine. “There’s nothing easy about you, Con. I don’t want easy.”

That was all I needed. I released my grip and let her sink onto my cock.

“Oh my God.” Her harsh exhale spurred me on. I clutched her hips and lifted her again before bringing her down and bucking my hips to stimulate her clit with my pubic bone. Her upright posture crumpled against the pleasure, and Vanessa fell forward, catching herself on my shoulders. I released one hip and dragged my hand up her back to pin her to me, chest to chest.

I held her there for a beat before resuming my grip on her hips and the counter-thrusting that would take us both to the edge.

“I’m going to—”

“No you aren’t. You’re gonna goddamn wait for me, baby.”

A moan of frustration and the flutter of her inner muscles clued me in to the fact that whether I wanted her to wait or not, this wasn’t lasting much longer.