Page 45 of The Player

Chuckling, I grab the cookies I bought and wink at Julie. “Looks like we get to trade. I went and got you some cookies to celebrate being here with you two.”

Lennox looks wide-eyed at me and grins. “See Mom, I knew cookies were a good idea.”

Julie stands there, looking between us, and my heart stops for just a second as I realize my family is right here. In this very kitchen, and I’m not going to screw it up. Hell no. I can’t do that again.

“Mom, can we eat cookies for dinner?” Lennox says, and I bark out a laugh.

“I once said that to my mom, and she almost spanked me. But she did let me eat two after dinner. How does that sound, Julie?”

She comes up next to me and takes both boxes of cookies. “You boys go wash up. I’ll get dinner started. Then we can sit down, watch a movie, and eat cookies.”

“I got you your favorite cupcake,” I tell her as Lennox takes my hand, and we go to the bathroom to wash up. If this is what life is like to be a dad and with the woman you love, sign me up right the fuck now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

“Lennox is on the phone with one of his friends. It’s about some math questions. He said he might be a while,” Aaron says as he comes back into the kitchen, causing me to smile.

Looking up at Aaron, I nod. “Sounds about right. He’s so smart, Aaron. The teachers asked me if they could give out his number, and of course, it makes him feel special when people call him for help.”

“That’s a good thing, Ju-Ju.” He comes over and pulls me to him. I shake my head no.

“Aaron.” I try to sound stern, but it comes out in a whimper as I try to pull away from him.

“If you want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you like a dog on the floor, keep resisting.”

I moan and try to push him away. There’s no way I want him to know how I feel, yet by pushing him and resisting the way he makes me feel is obviously telling him everything he needs to know.

“Why, you horny little tease!”

“We can’t do this. First…” He moves his hand around my neck and I groan. God, I want him. I need his dominant hands to guide me. Mold me. “Y-you haven’t changed since high school. And I’m your doctor. I could lose my license.”

“Bullshit. We’ve already been together. Your argument is not valid at this point.” My tongue darts out and licks my lips as he squeezes my throat. Pulsing, my pussy leaks with a greedy need for Aaron. “It’s too late to be saying we can’t do this now.”

Looking at him, I plead for him to be good. To not make me want him. He doesn’t stop. Those fingers trace along the seam of my pants. God, the feelings are going nuts within me.

“Sugar Plum, if you can tell me you don’t want me or this, whatever this is growing between us, then I will let you go and never speak of it again.”

His fingers delve into my pants and he touches my clit. I tremble, gasp, and close my eyes. It feels so good to be touched by another person. By the man I’ve dreamt about for an eternity, it seems. “I…I…I can’t. I can’t tell you a lie.”

“That’s my Sugar Plum. I owe you an apology, and we need to talk about things. Can we do that, Ju-Ju?”

He’s not demanding me, and I am shocked. The want to be told to do what he commands shocks me, but I can’t help but appreciate him giving me time. To show me he wants to hear what I have to say. But that’s not what I want right now. No. I need to feel the explosion of pleasure before I go insane.

“Orgasm,” I mumble as he holds me, putting more pressure on my sensitive body. “Ye… you… I… Orgasm, please.” Words fail me as I try to piece together something. Anything to say to him that would be coherent.

He chuckles as he kisses me, cutting off my babbling. I’m glad he does because it’s embarrassing that I’m so needy.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Let me hear you moan for me.”

“Aaron,” I whimper as he pushes two fingers into my wetness.

Friction. I need more. Why won’t he give it to me? Whining, I move against him, trying to get ahold of the mountain that is building inside of me.

“More. Oh, please, more.”

Aaron has me eating out of his hand. I should be stronger, but I’m not. The need to orgasm for him and to hear him out eggs me on too much. He makes me feel things I thought were hidden away once I left high school. I’ve been fooling myself.

As I beg him for more, the feelings rush through me. He’s so good at hitting the perfect spot inside me, driving me wild. “Oh, Aaron, don’t stop,” I beg. Trembling as he pushes a third finger into me, I go off. My entire body fires through an orgasm so consuming I melt into him.

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