Page 73 of Dr. Weston

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was drooling.” I laugh. “And all of this is just for you?”

“Pretty much. I think of this as my girls’ home too. But they don’t come here much. We usually meet out for dinner or something.”

I can’t help frowning at this. “Because of your job?”

He shrugs. “Could be. But I think they simply prefer it there.”

Looking at him blankly, I’m not sure how to respond.

“If you think this house is big, you should see my ex-wife’s.”

I spin to face him, my brows pinched, rather surprised by the comment.Had she won it in an ugly divorce settlement?

“She kept the house after the divorce. It’s the only home the girls have ever known. I don’t need all that. Hell, I don’t need all of this. But it was a good investment, and I needed someplace where I could get to and from work easily.”

I nod as I look about the place, trying to take it all in. I notice through the glass doors at the back of the home that there’s a large pool and outdoor entertaining area. “Your home is stunning, Broadie.”

Pulling me against him, he gives me a chaste kiss. “It is now.”

My nerves may be getting the best of me. I place my trembling hands on his chest and take a deep breath.God, I want this. I want him. But…“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“What?”

“Us?”

He scoops me up, depositing me on the kitchen counter before boxing me in with his arms. “Poppy, I’m nervous too. I haven’t dated since before I was married. I can already guarantee I’m going to make mistakes.” He stops briefly, his eyes dropping to the floor as if he’s deep in thought. “But even though I’m worried I’m going to let you down, I want this.” His gaze flicks back up to meet mine. “I can’t adequately explain how much I want this.”

I reach out to caress his cheek. “Can we take this slow?”

“Poppyyyy,” he moans.

“No. Not that.” I giggle. “I meant I don’t want to be the talk of St. Luke’s.” Abruptly my heart clenches, as my voice takes on a more somber tone. “Plus, if it doesn’t work out, there won’t be as many prying eyes.”

Broadie leans in for another peck, this one on the cheek. “Of course. I’m happy to be your dirty little secret, baby.” He winks. His playfulness is exactly what I need right now. I don’t want to consider the what ifs. I want to stop time… stay in this moment. I never want this magical night with him to end.

Broadie lightly places his fingertips along the inside of my thighs and spreads my legs so that he can move between them. Leaning in for a deeper kiss, he darts his tongue into my mouth as his hands trail up and down the outsides of my thighs. Goosebumps scatter over my skin, eager to experience every touch.

Wrapping my arms around him, I dig my hands into his brown hair as he pushes himself against me. There’s no mistaking he’s hard as he grinds his hips against my overheated center. One strap of my dress floats down my shoulder, and he takes this as an invitation for more.

Broadie’s eyes remain on mine as if silently asking permission as he peels the front of my dress down to expose my right breast. The nipple is pebbled, and he doesn’t waste a moment licking the tip before he begins to suckle from it. He buries his face between my breasts, his stubble electrifying the sensitive flesh, before he moves to lick and suck the other nipple. He seems to revel in this moment, squeezing, fondling, and sucking. I barely notice that his other hand has moved to the apex of my thighs and is toying with the seam of my panties. It’s only been a few glorious minutes, and I’m already embarrassingly wet.

“I want to see all of you, beautiful. May I?” Again, his eyes seem to be pleading.

“Yes.”

I’ve barely finished uttering my approval before he’s gliding my panties down my legs. Broadie pushes me back to lie against the countertop and takes a good, long look at what lies before him. Dragging his tongue across his lower lip as he examines me, I can’t help but squirm. I start to turn away when he lowers his head, runs his nose along my center, and inhales. My head lulls to the side. I’ve never felt so desired in my life.

“This pretty pussy is all mine.” In an instant, his tongue is swiping through my folds, and his fingers are teasing my sensitive clit.

“Oh god,” I belt.

It’s as if my words have struck a match. His face is buried in my core, his tongue teasing my opening while his talented fingers run circles over my swollen flesh. He abruptly thrusts a finger inside as he repeatedly teases my clit with the tip of his tongue. The pressure beyond perfect.

Holy crap.He’s barely… it’s only been…

“Broadie!”

His mouth replaces his finger, giving my clit a firm suck as I come apart. My entire body convulses. It’s quick, but powerful.

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