Page 4 of The Good Girl

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Page 4 of The Good Girl

I felt the warmth as he gave me his most precious gift. He didn’t wear a condom. He hated them, so left it up to me to see to our protection. He’d already had his doctor check us over for any form of disease in the beginning, so there was no fear of that.

But he needed protection against giving me a child, his child. My eyes flew open at the thought. Would he believe me when the time came? Would he believe that I hadn’t set out to trap him?

A few weeks ago I’d had a very bad sinus infection. The doctor had given me this new antibiotic that was supposed to be stronger than the ones before it.

Because I wasn’t used to the pill, I’d missed a few days in my confusion, and had decided to start over the following month. I don’t know why I’d done that. It wasn’t a conscious thing on my part. But the inevitable had happened and now I felt trapped. Not by him, but by the decision I had to make.

Fear gripped me until I calmed myself down with the reassurance that it will be okay. I hadn’t done it purposely. Surely he’d understand. If only I had the answers, if only I could make this alright.

The jetting of his release into my body triggered mine and I tightened even more around him as I too climaxed in the most spectacular way.

He left my body and I wanted to scream at the emptiness he left behind. Instead I closed my legs to keep the mixture of our juices from running out and onto the sheets. I needn’t have worried. He’d been so far inside me this time that there was hardly any. It was all deep inside me. I wish I could hold onto it forever.

He walked to the bathroom. He would know where it is. This was his house after all, or more to the point, the house he’d set up for me. He’d chosen the house, this particular house, for privacy sake. A condo would’ve done just as well for what we were doing here, but there would’ve been too many people, too many eyes.

So instead, he’d bought a little starter home in a community where we were sure to have our privacy. I had no say in that either. I’d learned from the very beginning that this was his show. If I wanted to be with him, then I had to play by his rules.

I had never chafed at them until here lately. Things had changed for me, but maybe not for him. I was no longer happy with the quick stops in and out, like a one night stand that kept repeating itself. I wanted more, but to get more I would lose him.

One thing about Jonas Harp, he’s very forthright, there’s nothing left to question when dealing with him, because he spells it all out. I have the contract to prove it.

He came back into the room, dressed, not a hair out of place. He looked towards me in the bed with a look on his face as if he were studying me. I held still, not even breathing. Is this when he would shred my heart to pieces? I waited for the horrible words that would turn my world upside down but they never came.

He checked his watch before looking back at me. “You’ll be late back if you don’t get a move on. We have the Sorensen meeting this afternoon I need you there.”

Sweeter words were never said. My heart flew free like a bird and my body relaxed. I didn’t realize I’d been tensed as if waiting for a blow. He left the room and the house and only then did I fly off the bed and head for the shower to clean up.

The soap was still wet from his shower, the towel he’d discarded still damp. I ran the towel through my thighs touching my most intimate parts for one last feel of him.




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