My Fake Fling

“I’m not sure my heart or psyche can handle that,” I joked.

He rolled away from me. “Oh shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

I rolled over to look at him. He looked almost scared. “I didn’t put on a condom.”

I tried to remember when I got my last shot. “I think we’re okay.”

“You think?”

“Well I know I don’t have any STDs,” I said. “And I’m pretty sure my birth control is still good. What about you?”

“No birth control, no STDs.”

“Alright then,” I said. “I guess we’re good.”

He grabbed me and pulled my naked body over his. “Are we good to go again?”

“Five minutes,” he said.

“I should probably check on the dogs,” I said. “They usually sleep in bed with me.”

“All of them?”

“Sometimes,” I said. “Your bed is twice as big as mine. There’s plenty of room.”

“Baby, you’re hot. Gorgeous. I love being inside you. I want to hold your naked body in my arms all night.”

“Why does it sound like you’re about to say but?” I said.

“Three dogs?” he groaned. “Do you know what these sheets are? Have you ever slept on Egyptian cotton? Do you know how much they cost?”

“Nope, but I know I never spend a lot on anything in my house. No point. My dogs are my babies. They’re my people. They don’t sit at the kitchen table, but if I could figure out how to train them to use a fork, they would.”

“What am I getting myself into?” he said.

“I think you know exactly what you were just in,” I teased.

“Naughty, naughty,” he said.

“I really do need to check on the beasts.”

“Fine. Hungry?”

“Actually, now that I think about it, I’m starving. I was going to eat dinner when I got home tonight. With all the commotion, I forgot.”

“I’ll make you something,” he said and got off the bed.

He pulled me up. We shared a quick kiss before he pulled on his briefs. I grabbed a pair of panties, and because I was feeling sexy, I grabbed his shirt from the floor. I pulled it on and was almost to the door when he grabbed me.

“You’re not going to get through a meal dressed like that,” he said.

“Are you saying you don’t want me to wear your shirt?”

“Hell no,” he said. “I’m saying I want to fuck you in this shirt.”

“We’ll talk after you feed me,” I teased. “You better make it good.”