Page 86 of Tempt Me

He pulled back, and when his eyes lowered, I witnessed that delightful reaction. His eyes bulged, his pupils widened, and his lips parted.

Movement between the split in the bathrobe was unmissable, and I reached for his bulging cock that was already rock hard. As I glided my fingers up his magnificent hard-on, he released a deep, guttural moan that rumbled from his chest and off his lips.

He pulled my zipper all the way down to release my nurse uniform, and I wriggled the dress over my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. I stood in front of Doctor Exotic, wearing nothing but knee-high red boots and stockings. His blue eyes darkened as they devoured me. He took in every aspect of my flesh like he was about to eat me. I’d let him, too. The way my nerve endings tingled like crazy, I’d let him do whatever he wanted.

He leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth. As he worked his magic, licking, sucking, gently nipping, I clawed my nails up his back and through his thick hair. He eased me backward toward the table and lifted me up like I weighed nothing.

I leaned back, offering him my breasts, and he wasted no time in ravishing them. His hands—soft, exquisite, professional hands—glided from my breast to along my thigh, and I spread my legs, letting him know I wanted more.

As he continued his undivided attention on my breasts, he trailed his fingers up and down my inner thigh, from my knees to my pussy. Up and down, up and down, drawing out goosebumps until they were ready to burst.

I could hardly believe my eyes as one of the hottest men in the world sucked my breast. His skin was flawless, a delicate blend of honey and chocolate, and his long lashes that flickered as he savored my nipple would make any woman jealous.

He eased back and opened his eyes, and our gazes met. The fire I saw in those stunning blue irises set my insides to inferno mode. Maxwell scooped me in his arms, and as I wrapped my hands around his neck, he carried me to the bed.

That one romantic move had my already racing heart thundering out an exotic beat.

He laid me down, and as he eased away to stand at the edge of the bed, he retained hold of my hand. Our palms came together, and a delicious heat passed between them as he examined my body like I was a living masterpiece.

“You’re magnificent.”

It took all my might to stop my chin from hitting my chest. Between the two of us, Doctor Exotic was the magnificent one.

He sat beside me, and as he trailed his finger around my nipple and then down to circle my belly button, the blue in his eyes dazzled. He ran his tongue over his supple pink lips, and with each breath, his chest rose and fell.

I opened his robe to touch his hairless chest and flitted my fingers from one hard nipple to the other. His hand continued its exploration up and down my torso, discovering every inch of my skin, each time drawing closer and closer to my pussy. My insides throbbed with aching desire, and all I wanted to do was tear the soft waffle-weave fabric from his body.

The anticipation was both agony and ecstasy.

He turned slightly, and hoping I read the move correctly, I parted my legs, letting him know I was so ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.

His fingers glided from my belly button down between my thighs, and as I raised my hips, Doctor Exotic plunged his finger into me.

The angle of his position meant that each time he drove into me, he rubbed over my clit, driving me wild. I moaned, and his glorious thrusts were so incredible that an orgasm ripped through me. I gasped for breath, clutched the sheets, and let my body do what it did best.

My climax was fast, explosive, incredible.

When I opened my eyes, Doctor Exotic and I stared at each other like only two random strangers could do after a moment like that. It seemed completely improbable that someone who didn’t even know me could take me to that kind of limit. Hell, he didn’t even know my name.

I wanted to shove all those untimely thoughts aside and do it all again.

It was time for me to take him to the stars.

Reaching for his robe, I shoved it off his shoulders, and it fell away, revealing his exquisite, exotic skin. Maxwell was a flawless example of what a man’s body could look like. His large, solid cock was perfect, and the pink head at the top begged for me to touch it.

As I wrapped my hand around his glorious, thick shaft, a moan tumbled from his throat, and his knees bent. He closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and turned his face to the ceiling. If it weren’t for his erratic breathing and rock-solid shaft, I would have no idea if he was enjoying my movements.

As I rubbed up and down his rock-hard cock, his position remained the same, and I had a feeling he could do this all night. It was time for the attention to be returned to me. I let go of him, glided off the bed, strode to my bag, and plucked out a condom.

I walked back to him. “Can you put this on, please?”

He tore the packet open with his teeth and glided the condom on.

I reached for his shoulders and made him sit on the bed. I was just about to straddle him when he grabbed my hips, turned me around, and nudged my legs apart with his foot.

I stood with my back to his chest and each of my long red boots on either side of his calves. With his hands still on my hips, I hovered with the head of his cock, nudging at my throbbing opening. Anticipation was a glorious thing.

He reached around to squeeze my boobs and planted hot kisses up the back of my neck that sent glorious shivers up to my scalp.

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