Chapter 23

My tongue strayed from my mouth and licked his available and pointed nipple. It was sweaty and salty, which I didn’t mind.

He warned, “Don’t turn me on. You may regret it.”

“I’ll never regret making love with you.”

“Things could get rough. I’m in that kind of mood.”

“No complaints. I rather like a man who’s rough.”

He chuckled. “Don’t I know that?”

The sex was extraordinary with him and never a disappointment. Donlito in bed was like one of the animals he studied, wild and somewhat untamable. I craved an hour or two against his body, fornicating with the stud. Not once had I turned him down, sexually and enjoyed every moment of it with the man.

“I want to have a serious talk with you.”

“I’m all ears,” he said. “But you can’t lick my nipple if you intend to. That will distract me a little too much.”