Sure, my chest feels lighter from having just spewed the truth about my condom setback to Rose, but the fact that she’s staring blankly at me as if she’s having a difficult time digesting this new information gives me an unsettling feeling.

I swallow hard and can’t think of anything else to do, so I just stay there, staring at her and praying that she says something—anything—before my self-assurance crumbles like a dry cake.

She opens her mouth.

Yes! Progress.

Then, she shuts it close again and furrows her brows with concern. Apparently, we’re back to square one again.

Maybe I should break the silence, but I don’t want to end up saying the wrong thing. My stomach churns, tightening into a ball of stress and nerves that makes me feel heavy inside.

My heart gallops like a racehorse in my chest. Come on, Rose, talk to me, baby.

Even if she opts to curse me, hit me, swear and scream at me, I’ll take that over the void of silence that clings to the air like a wet t-shirt sticking to my back.

If she doesn’t talk soon, I’m going to go nuts. No pun intended. You know, nuts and semen and not being able to come without a bag on and all that…

Okay, fine. Whatever. Even I admit that one is in poor taste.

Rose glances out the window and heaves a sigh as if she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders and doesn’t know how to release some of the burden.

I’d love to help her, to swoop in and be her knight in shining armor, if only I can get past this coming-in-her-pussy mishap.

She’s looking at me and piercing my heart with her soul. I’m intoxicated, enthralled, and captivated by her, and I would take a fucking bullet for her. The last thing I want to do is cause her any type of pain or suffering, believe me.

“Do you think…” she whispers and trails off, looking out the window as if whatever inkling of a budding thought in her mind is preposterous and not worth verbalizing.

“What? Tell me…you can talk to me and tell me your thoughts on the matter. I know it sounds insane, ridiculous, and made up, but I swear I want to make this work for you…for us.”

I try not to sound like I’m pleading with her, like I’m negotiating her off of a high bridge that she’s threatening to jump from.

I genuinely want to fix my problem, and if she has any insight, then by all means, she needs to share it with me for the good of the cause.

I gently hold onto her arms and rub them with affection, caressing her to swoon her and coax the ideas right out of her gorgeous, brilliant brain.

Rose pauses midsentence, but then reveals a question that disappoints me because I’m certain she’s not going to favor my response in the slightest.

“Maybe there’s another way?” Her voice is high and sharp with an enthusiasm that breaks my heart.

I shake my head, but Rose interrupts me. I shift my weight uncomfortably as she grips my arm with her long, slender, and sexy fingers.

“I know you said you went to that doctor, but honestly? He sounds like a quack. There’s got to be…something that can help you work through this.” She doesn’t sound frantic yet, but she’s barreling down that path for sure.

“Rose…” I begin, easing her in by treading lightly here. I’m already failing miserably at making her emotionally satisfied.

Physical satisfaction? One hundred percent guaranteed, every single time. I nail that shit.

Pun intended this time.

I respect her gut reaction. Sure, she wants to see me get better, and believe me, I want that, too. I mean, it’s not like I can hold up my end of the bargain if I don’t. It’s just…well, lately I’ve been feeling like it’s a hopeless case.

“Tell me. Let’s figure this out together,” she murmurs.

Wow. Finally, a woman who’s willing to stand behind me even when it seems like a lost case.

“I’ve already tried loads of treatment,” I reply as I shake my head and dismiss the idea. “Nothing has worked so far.”

“Well…that just means we haven’t found the right option out there for you yet.” Rose glances up at me with a positive twinkle in her eyes that I hate to shoot down out of the clouds with a disappointment-filled arrow.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself to dive into the most elaborate explanation I can give her as to why I’m a fucking mess.

I rub my tired temples and shuffle my feet against the cool hardwood floor. “I’ve already tried three treatments,” I remind her.

“The doctors can’t find a cure. Okay. But Daniel, this isn’t a medical condition. At least not one I’ve ever heard of. Perhaps it’s a psychological thing then…” Rose trails off with newfound optimism.

“I tried the methods, but nothing has worked so far,” I tell her the brutal, honest truth of the matter.

A smile spreads across Rose’s beautiful, full lips. She seductively places a hand on my chest and scratches her nails up and down my torso.

Then she hugs me close, and I inhale the scent of her shampoo. It smells like lavender, and I can just shut my eyes and picture myself fucking her in a valley of wildflowers.

I wish I could be doing that with her right now, but having her embrace me in will have to be second best, just so long as she stays near me. I never want to let her go, but she pulls away and gives me a tender smile.

“Just so you know…” she begins.

“Yeah?” I wait expectantly as arousal pulses in my cock yet again.

“If we ever do decide to do this, I will be there, right by your side, so you can find a…cure for your affliction.”

I breathe out an audible sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” I grab her to swing her close to me once again.

I begin to show her my gratitude by first kissing her soft, rosy cheeks. My actions are subtle at first, nurturing―and swell my cock even more.

The taste of her cherry lip gloss lingers on my mouth as she delicately parts hers to allow me access to her beautiful body, one perfect sliver at a time.

The fire ignites once again in my belly and spreads to every limb, toe, finger―every fucking extremity I have. I’m fucking addicted to Rose, and you can be damn sure I’m not going to let her get away from me.

Hungrily and urgently, I shower her with kisses that make her skin prickle with pleasure, chill bumps rising on her smooth flesh.

The flames of desire burn between us. I want to pleasure her over and over. I want her to scream with ecstasy that only I can give her.

With playful roughness, I push her up against the glass wall of my penthouse overlooking the city.

I delicately undress her, deliberately taking my time so that she’ll go wild as desire takes over every fiber of her being.

I pull her shirt over her head and caress her full, spectacular tits. She’s not wearing a bra, so I don’t have to worry about fussing with anything. Not that it matters―I’m a natural when it comes to removing articles of female clothing from their bodies.

Rose is moaning now, her cheeks flushed in anticipation as I push her legs apart with a wicked grin, just for her.

She’s intoxicating, and the blossoming scent of her delicious, ripe, and glistening pussy drives me fucking wild.

I want to pay her back for the debt I owe her, the virtue of exemplary patience, because I know how frustrating it must be to not know what’s going to happen next with our deal. With us.

I want to make her come all over my face, all over my hands, fucking everywhere. I want to taste her hot, warm cum as it oozes and drips out of her sweet, decadent pussy lips.

I take two fingers and push them inside of her as she gasps, giggling and moaning as she wiggles around on top of me.

I spend a few minutes pumping my fingers in and out of her as I kiss along her slender neck and shoulders, thrusting faster and faster, rubbing simultaneously against both her G-spot and her clit.

I use my thumb to play with her clit, swirling magical circles of pleasure and erotic bliss over her engorged bud and continue to push my fingers deeper inside of her to nail her G-spot again and again.

My efforts are soon rewarded when Rose grips my hair with her fingers and pulls it, digging her nails into my scalp as she rocks back and forth on the window.

She comes in an explosion of sheer bliss, shaking uncontrollably for a moment. When she winds down from her climax, breathing heavily and laughing, I decide to give her a wonderful show.

I take my fingers, the ones that were just a few seconds ago inside of her slit and smell them. Rose pants with pure fucking desire, and I can see that I’ve got her totally fucking enthralled.

I take my tongue and slowly graze it across my index and middle fingers, then suck on them, making sure to savor it as if I’m sucking on a lollipop.

“You taste incredible,” I tell her as I lick my lips.

“Why don’t you use your mouth this time?” Rose grins and pushes my head between her legs, and hikes herself up on the window so that she’s sitting on my face. Fuck, she’s like a wet dream come true.

In good position now, I rake my tongue across her clit and swollen pussy lips until she moans wildly with pleasure.

I swirl my tongue around, working hard and reciting the fucking alphabet on her clit until she violently shakes on top of me, coming again in record time.

She’s out of breath, glistening in the afterglow of two intensely erotic back-to-back orgasms, and my cock is as hard as a fucking rock.

Rose stares down at it and grins with mischievous flare. “Now,” she whispers seductively like the naughty girl she is, “I want to return the favor.” She pushes her index finger into my chest.

“Okay. No arguments here.” I grin, desire clouding my mind with fresh, insatiable lust.

“Wait!” I halt Rose right before she opens her mouth as wide as she can to swallow me in one bite.

“What is it?” She appears alarmed.

“Um…I need a condom…” I wince and trail off. I mean, do I really? I don’t know.

I should be able to come in her fucking mouth, right? Not like I’m going to knock her up like that.

At this point I’m starting to wonder if it is just all in my head. Pun intended.

“Okay.” Rose sighs and I can tell she’s trying not to make me feel even more uncomfortable than I already am. “Go and get one, if you need it.”

In that case, I whisper a quick apology into her ear and jog to my bathroom where I fumble quickly through the cabinets, finding one at last and retrieving it in a swipe.

I run back to Rose, ready and lured in by her cinnamon eyes. “Okay, I’m ready now.”