Hard Limits(12)

He didn't answer. Couldn't, actually. His throat felt raw, his mind foggy, and he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to walk again. Or think straight for that matter.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked, sounding a bit alarmed. 

That was something no one had asked him after sex. He shook his head, chuckling softly. "No, you didn't. I might never fully recover the use of my lower body, but 'hurt' is not the word I'd use. Not at all."

She smiled back at him. "Good. I'd hate to have to tell your underlings I snuffed you with an orgasm. Imagine how that would offend those associates of yours who drugged and shot you and nada."

He barked out a laugh. This was something new to him: laughing while inside a woman, relaxed and with his guard down. A total first. He never laughed. Not after, not before, and not in between. No talking either. Sex didn't require any of that. He adhered to the bare necessities. Just physical release.

She didn't seem in a hurry to break their intimate connection, which he was surprised to find he liked. For once, he didn't feel as if he'd stuck his cock inside a rattlesnake's nest and needed all his wits about him not to lose his life.

"What's this?" he asked, caressing the scar on her lower right abdomen.

"Emergency surgery. Peritonitis. Ruptured appendix. I was unlucky and had an apprentice sew me up. Much like you," she said, smirking at him. "The difference being you can't sue me."

He said nothing. She was lying. He knew very well where she'd gotten that scar. But if she didn't want to speak about it, he wasn't going to be the one forcing her.

"Weird you noticed it," Paige continued. "Most guys don't even see it with so much bling around."

He chuckled. So that was the reason for all the piercings. Camouflage. "I told you. My job is to notice everything. This looks like an angry knife scar." One where the weapon had sunk into the flesh and moved sideways to inflict the most damage. He was familiar with those.

"And I told you. Inexperienced intern. Hey, are you a sweets man?" she suddenly asked and, catching him by surprise, dislodged him, putting space between them. He missed her heat right away, the intimacy too, but before he could complain, she was on her feet and reaching for her bag. The moment was gone, so he disposed of the condom.

He knew she was grasping for a change of subject, but he let it slide. "I'm a boobs-and-ass man."

"Sorry, you're out of luck in that department. Rather average boobs, I'm afraid," she said with a laugh, looking at her tits.

He begged to differ. Her tits were perfect.

"But sweets I have a-plenty." She emptied her bag on the bed, and a huge stash fell all over. "I work a couple of days a week in a candy store. Annie, the owner, requires us to sample the product."

So that explained that sweet smell of her. The sweet taste too.

"Holy shit," he muttered, horrified. "You're going to put me in a sugar coma." As if a sex coma weren't enough. He could hardly move.

"What on God's green earth is this?" he heard from the door.

A middle-aged couple was staring at them.

"Mom! Dad! What are you doing here?" Paige shrieked, yanking her purse in front of her body, barely covering the essentials.

"What are we doing here?" the woman asked, her lips a thin, reproving line. "What are you doing here? On second thought, no, don't answer. We can see."

Thank fuck they hadn't come a bit earlier, or they would have gotten an eyeful. Man, what the hell was he thinking, letting his guard down like this? He hadn't even heard them come into the house. Hopefully the condom he'd disposed of was out of sight, or he was going to end up running for his life. He still might.

Which was a novelty. He didn't run for his life on account of angry parents.

"The weather turned bad on the Cape, and we decided to come home. Who is this gentleman?" the man asked.




 

 

Gentleman. Right. So far, Dad hadn't seen the condom.

Paige turned to him. She might have been flustered before, but damn, she composed herself quickly. "Nico, this is Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Erlington, my father and mother." Then she turned to the couple and, without missing a beat, said, "Mom, Dad, this is Nico, a kingpin for a drug cartel."

Nico froze, but the woman just rolled her eyes. "Please, Paige. Stop trying to shock us. Next you'll be telling us he's naked in your bed because he was injured and you're tending to him."

Paige smirked. "Well, as a matter of fact-"

"Give it up, Paige. It doesn't work anymore."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

Mrs. Erlington waved at her daughter. "Get dressed and come have dinner at the house."

"But-"