CHAPTER 121

“No. Please, no.”

That was all the cue he needed. Grinning, he settled his mouth around her clit once more and sucked in. With teeth and tongue, he worked her, scraping her with pleasure until her whole body tightened, then pulsed. She keened out a release that stripped her throat raw.

Satisfaction spiked through Luc. God, he loved a job well-done.

But he wasn’t through with her yet.

He urged her down his body, spreading her legs wider with his knees, holding his waiting cock up with his other hand.

“Wait!” She sounded as though she was trying to catch her breath. “Condom? We . . . forgot last time.”

He’d been too busy and overwhelmed to think of it.

Luc hesitated, then finally said, “I’m clean.”

“I am, too, but not on birth—”

Surging up, he covered her mouth with his. No need to let her finish that sentence. Didn’t matter, and he didn’t want to think about it, much less confess his sterility. He probably should wear a condom with her . . . but taking Alyssa bareback was a sublime exp