Free Wishes by Allyson Young

had sex for over a year and a half, probably longer because you couldn’t count what that asshole did to her. He wanted to wake her up and ask, but he’d sulk on it and wait until morning.

Chapter Five

    Kennedy woke to Graham’s mouth on her breast. The man was like the freaking ever-ready bunny. She wasn’t a morning person, and a quick glance at the alarm clock had her pushing him away to slide off the bed and scuttle into the bathroom. Good God. Her hair had dried every which way and she had love marks all over her torso and neck. Son of a bitch. Her face glowed like a sunset, and she felt puffy. There was dried semen from her pussy to her knees. She was going to talk to that man about using condoms. He fucked other women for a living after all. Holy crap. She was a train wreck and had a job interview in just over an hour, and she’d finally just thought about his actual job ? She jumped into the shower, but not before locking the bathroom door. Graham would probably want to bang her in the shower or something, and she was so late. She raced through her ablutions and wrapped up in towels before throwing the door open. Graham stood there looking supremely pissed. Too bad for him. Kennedy zigged and zagged and managed to slip under his arm and make it to the bedroom before he had a chance to touch her or even open his mouth. She knew he had followed her to the bedroom, but she was on a mission. Her closet awaited, and she hoped she could find something to cover the evidence of a night of debauchery.
    “Kennedy.” Graham’s voice had that dark timbre she was beginning to associate with his Dom side.
    “I’m late, Graham, and I really like my space in the morning,” she advised. “Besides, you are causing me no end of problems.”
    To her surprise, Graham sat on the bed, gloriously naked, his cock jutting up and tapping his belly. For a moment Kennedy was mesmerized then tore her attention away and turned it back on sorting through her closet.
    “I’m causing you problems?” he asked, very quietly.
    “Graham, we don’t even know one another, and our habits and stuff are going to take time to discuss, time I don’t have at the moment,” she said, tossing a white blouse and gray pencil skirt over her shoulder. Nope, the material was too heavy for this weather. Maybe the blouse with the A-line flowered skirt. Good to go. There were open-toed pumps in a blue that would pick up the colors in the skirt somewhere in her closet.
    Graham watched as she shimmied into an underwire bra and matching boy shorts. Then he reached out and hauled her onto his lap.
    Kennedy put her nose to his. “Graham, please. I have less than an hour to get ready and get to my interview.”
    “Why are you on birth control?”
    Kennedy stared at him in amazement. “What?”
    “Why are you on birth control?”
    “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Graham.” She huffed. “I’ve been on the Pill on and off for years to regulate my cycle.” She stopped and pulled back to examine his face.
    “You’re jealous,” she stated. “Well, buddy, if I was fucking somebody else, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be in my bedroom. I told you earlier. Now back off. And I still want you to use condoms until we talk about your job.”

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    Graham fought the urge to spank her. He’d be smacking her ass ten times a day for the rest of their lives at the rate she pushed him. And he didn’t really want her any other way. He felt badly that he had needed to ask about the birth control, but he couldn’t let it go. Damn it, he was freaking possessive of her.
    “Sorry, honey,” he apologized. He never apologized to women. What did that make him? How was she changing him?
    “That’s what I mean about not knowing one another,” Kennedy complained as she took advantage of his change in demeanor to slip off his lap and find her deodorant and fragrance. She turned to face him as he avidly watched her get ready.
    “We should have a date later and