“No way in hell did that sound sexy.”
Mark considered this and shrugged in defeat. “True, it’s hardly a lingo that lends itself to seduction.”
“To say nothing of how you normally speak.” I rolled off of him and, after a few seconds to establish balance, retreated to the shower for towels. The effects of the orgasm made me dizzy. I wondered if this is how alcoholics felt when they tippled off the wagon.
I was scouring my hair dry when a low moan alerted my attention back to the bedroom. The mattress sagged and rippled with his movement. “Oh, shit!” Mark called.
My heart paused mid-beat, and I ducked back into the bedroom. “I really hope the pained look on your face doesn’t mean you just remembered that normal people who swallow shifter cum eventually explode,” I pleaded. I really wanted it to sound like a joke, but my own worry surprised me. Being bitten by a vampire turned one into a vampire, right? What severe alterations to the anatomy could sex do?
“No, don’t be silly.” Mark rolled his eyes. “I just remembered we did have protection.”
“Really?” I hoped Mark might next remember that he could shift his cock back into a nice, hard rod at will. Then I dashed back into the bathroom and checked Mark’s pants pockets and wallet. Nothing.
“No, in your purse.” Mark’s voice drifted low and deep.
“What? No way. I haven’t been with anyone else in so long, there was never any need...” I padded through the bedroom, fighting a moment of wooziness upon seeing Mark stretched across my bed. An inviting scene, one I’d be happy to join even if Mark was mistaken.
Yet, his smile encouraged me to steel my trek through the living room to my purse. I rifled through its contents, slowly retreating. “I have everything but,” I said, shaking my head. “Breath mints, wet towelettes, twenty bucks...everything one might need before and after the deed, but not for during.”
Mark was touching himself, pinching his nipples and tracing the raised skin bordering the hardened nubs. “Look harder.” He winked.
I delved deep, past crumpled receipts for hamburgers long ago eaten, and punch cards I never thought to consolidate. Checking a side pocket, I found a wrinkled packet.
“Who knows how long it’s been there.” I was skeptical of its quality, yet inside my desire fluttered with newfound strength and my pussy throbbed for attention.
Mark was already rolling the sheath down the length of his cock. “Looks fine to me,” he said, and beckoned me closer.
It most certainly did look nice, and it felt incredible. I straddled Mark’s hips and took his cock deep inside me then leaned forward to thrust my own hips in slow motion. Tightening my walls around him, the friction created a delicious sensation that warmed me all over. Spreading my knees farther apart, I pivoted so that my clit rubbed against the base of his cock as we rocked together.
Soon, I was coming. I reared back with my eyes closed, riding the wave and clutching blindly at Mark’s chest. When the fire burned completely through my clit, I crumpled forward and returned to life. Watching the quiet ecstasy flit across Mark’s face, I could tell he was close behind. He clawed at my ass and stiffened as he came, roaring his release. I clamped my pussy lips tightly around him, milking every last drop to prolong his pleasure.
“Oh, that was good,” Mark exhaled, contented and tired. Carefully I slid him away and came to rest at his side, my head nestled in the crook of his arm. I watched the hypnotic rise and fall of his chest as he slowly resumed normal breathing.
He peered down at me, eyes narrowed but crinkled with amusement. “That exclusive enough for you?”
“Very.” I propped my chin on his chest and squirmed at the new patch of heat spreading across my back. Mark’s hand brushed up and down my spine, causing delightful shivers. This feeling was too wonderful to spoil. Yet in order to enjoy future activities like this I had to clear some air. “So, what will happen to Yale then, if exposing him is out of the question? Do we just send him the clip and hope he drops the idea of ruining reputations?”
“For now, yes.” Mark reached beyond me for something, and I then realized he wanted under the sheets. Why, I couldn’t imagine, as they were soaked from our detour in the shower, and who knows what else. Quietly, I motioned for him to help me strip the bed. Soon we were lying together on the mattress cover, with the dry comforter to keep us warm.
Mark drew me into his embrace and kissed my cheek. “I want you to know that I trust you completely with my secrets,” he said. I could feel the blush heat my skin. I couldn’t think of a better turn-on beyond physical attention.
“I trust you with mine, though my secrets aren’t as sensational,” I admitted. “So I don’t know what I could tell you to even the score.”
“Well,” Mark snuggled closer, “you could start with your real name.”
I giggled. Of course! I came on board with the investigative moniker, and everybody called me Libby. Even my checks were made out to Libby Hoffman. It never occurred to me that Mark wouldn’t know my true identity.
“Fair enough,” I said finally, pulling the comforter over our heads. “First, though, how about we make some more headlines?”
Mark laughed. “I get it. Stop the presses and start the fucking.”
So we did.
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About the Author
Leigh Ellwood is the pen name for a published author of romantic suspense. In 2004 she decided to try her hand at erotic romance and has since published a number of works for various publishers. Her first title with Venus Press, THE HEALING, is Leigh's first published paranormal and first entirely M/M work. Leigh is currently planning a prequel to THE HEALING and other vampire erotica. Visit Leigh's website for a complete listing of her works.
Also available from Leigh Ellwood and Venus Press…
The Healing
Standing Guard
Under Covers Page 5
