Page 105 of To Tango, with Desire

Fuck!

“I fucked up.”

“What? What is it?” Amira turned, steadying herself.

“Amira, I didn’t use protection.”

“You . . .” She looked down at my cock. My naked, glistening cock.

She frowned, gripping her torn blouse. “Okay.”

“No, Amira, I didn’t—”

“I know. I can feel you inside of me.”

I looked down, watching as it continued to drip down her thigh.

“Fuck.”

“It’s okay. It’s fine. I’m on the pill. I switched to a different contraceptive a few days ago so it’s fine.”

“So you went straight from one pill to the next?”

Amira gnawed at her lip. After a moment, her eyes filled with horror. “Oh shit. Let me think. Work has been so hectic lately and all the days are blurring together.” She frowned into the distance. “I remember I’d gotten a call from dad’s cardiologist the day I was due to start the new pill, so I was distracted and forgot to take it. But I can’t remember if I took it the day after that or a few days later. I didn’t think this would be an issue given that we’re always so careful.”

“What about Plan B?” I rubbed at my face, furious at myself. I was always careful, always responsible.

“I’m on the pill. I don’t need to take Plan B if I’m on the pill.”

“Really?”

“I’ll call my doctor on Monday to check. But it’s done now so there’s no point in worrying. Take a breath, Zane. You’re panicking.”

Was that what the tight, relentless squeezing around my lungs was?

Panicking? What even was that? I was always steady. A rock.

Rocks didn’t fucking panic.

“Shit.” I grabbed a clean tea towel and wiped the evidence of my passion off her thigh. I needed to do something. Anything but stand here with my cock out, regretting my carelessness. “You’ll let me know if there’s any changes, right?”

“I will. But I honestly don’t think that I—”

“Please. You’ll tell me.”

“Of course, I’ll let you know. But my period won’t be for a while yet.”

“Okay.”

I tucked myself back in my trousers, doing my best to tamper down on the rolling nausea.

“And for the record.” She smiled, even though I could tell she was just as worried. “I like this side of you.”

“Careless and wild?”

“Passionate. A woman likes it when her man wants her so much that he loses his mind.”

“Her man?”