Page 40 of Paging Doctor Grump

And now I’m alone.

A small smile crosses my face as I look at the pictures of her and another woman hanging on the wall. The pictures range from when Jessie was young to what I’m guessing was only a few months ago. Smaller pictures are taped to the mirror that sits on top of the dresser.

The scent of Jessie’s perfume fills the room. It feels like I’ve entered a different part of her life.

This room is who Jessie is. Spider plants sit in front of the books on the shelves. One is on her nightstand and another on her dresser. A little knitted baby onesie is framed and hung near the door.

As Jessie walks back into the room, my jaw nearly hits the floor. A lump rises in my throat as my mouth goes dry. My cock strains against my zipper. I

“You look amazing,” I say, my gaze dragging up and down her body.

Jessie smooths her hands over the black silk slip and stretches out one leg. All I can think about is that leg draped over my shoulder while I bury my face between her thighs.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she says, grabbing a bottle of lotion from the dresser. She puts some into her hands before kicking a foot up on the edge of the bed. “Although, you look like you’re overdressed.”

I watch her hands slide up and down her long legs, massaging the almond-scented lotion into her skin. “Yeah, you’re right about that. I could be overdressed.”

Jessie switches legs, that wicked little smile still on her face. “You definitely are.”

How the hell did I get lucky enough to have a woman like her in my life?

Especially after I ruined things for us the first time. I didn’t think she would ever want to speak to me again. The fact that I’m in her apartment is amazing.

The fact that I know I’ve fallen for her nearly knocks me off my feet.

Jessie runs her hands higher up her thigh, massaging the lotion in as I pull my shirt off over my head. Her gaze is heated as she stops rubbing in the lotion and watches me.

My hands drop to my belt, unbuckling it before flicking the button on my jeans. Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip as I drag my jeans down my legs, taking off my socks with them.

“Nice boxers,” she says, her laugh infectious as she looks down at the smiley faces on my bright yellow boxers. “I would have thought that you’d be more of a classic look kind of guy.”

“And what would the classic look be?” I glance down at my boxers. My cock tents them. How much I want her right now is more than obvious to both of us.

“Some burgundy silk maybe.” Jessie puts her foot down and walks over to me, the neckline of her slip dipping low between her breasts. “I’m thinking something an old man in a mansion surrounded by dozens of young women would wear.”

I scoff and gesture to the planes of my torso. “Does this look like the body of an old man to you?”

Jessie stops in front of me, running her hands up my stomach. Her nails graze my skin, sending a shudder through my body. My cock aches as I run a hand down her back. My fingers splay on her lower back before I pull her closer to me.

“Cat got your tongue?” I ask, my voice husky. I bunch the silk in my hand, pulling it higher up the back of her thighs.

Jessie’s fingers slide into my hair, and she guides me down to her. Her full lips ghost across mine. “Maybe a little bit. Being around you makes it hard to think sometimes.”

I chuckle and slide my hand lower down her back to grip the curve of her ass. She gasps as I squeeze and back us toward her bed. I dip my head down to hers, inches away from her as the edge of the bed hits the back of her thighs.

“Being around you makes it hard for me to think too.”

I kiss her, our lips pressing together like they were made for each other. Her fingers weave through my hair as she stands on her toes. I groan into the kiss as I nip at her bottom lip. Her lips part and I slide my tongue against hers.

She reaches between us, her hand sliding inside my boxers and wrapping around my cock. I groan as she moves her hand up and down my length as we kiss. With every pass, she runs her thumb over the head of my cock.

I give her a gentle nudge backward. She sits on the edge of the bed, her legs falling open on either side of my body. I kneel in front of her, the scent of almonds surrounding me.

“You know, this is a sight I could get used to,” she says, her voice raspy as she runs her fingers through my hair.

I smirk and slide my hands up her legs, taking my time to feel every inch of her skin. She wriggles around on the bed as I kiss my way along her inner thigh. Her hips buck as I push the slip up around her waist.

“You’re already soaked for me.” I slide my tongue along her wet slit and moan as her wetness coats my tongue.

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