Page 15 of The C Agreement

I was used to being comfortable around him. It was one of the reasons I’d thought he’d be the perfect person to give me pointers.

But after seeing the other side of him yesterday evening, I was almost nervous. I didn’t know what to expect or how to act.

I stood as he approached the entrance, and he grinned.

“Hey, Rayne. Early, per usual?” he teased.

It seemed he was back to the Cade I knew, so I replied, “Late, per usual?”

He laughed and grabbed my elbow. “Come on. They’re waiting for us.”

As I turned toward the front door, he put his hand on my back.

Him touching me was definitely new.

We made it to the desk to check in. It was a walk-in, same-day clinic, so I was surprised to find out we did have appointments for an STD check.

Once we were excused to find seats to wait, I asked him, “How did you get us in so fast?”

“I have connections.”

“Right.”

“I do. I know one of the nurses who works here. She got the two of us in today.”

“Come here often?” I joked.

He shrugged. “I’ve come here enough. I want to make sure my partners are safe, and vice versa.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know if I liked the fact that I wasn’t the only one who had done this with him. “The nurse? Is she one of your regulars?”

He grinned. “Jealous?”

I groaned. “God, no.” But maybe. A little.

“No. She’s not. She’s just a friend who helps me work the system. And they’re connected to the hospital, which means they get their results fast.”

“How fast?” I whispered.

“Within a couple of hours.”

I slumped back into my chair.

“Did you think you had more time?”

“Yes, I guess I did.”

“Well, I’m glad we don’t. I canceled my plans last night, and I’m horny as hell. And feeling your tight, wet cunt as you came all over my hand didn’t help. I don’t know if I can even make it to the end of the day.”

My mouth fell open. I had never had a boyfriend talk like that, especially in public.

I had to admit, it was hot.

“Please don’t say any more,” I said.

He frowned. “Why?”

“Because in a few minutes, someone’s going to be looking at my vagina, and I don’t need to be all wet.”