Page 51 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

“Then do it. Use your mouth on me.”

His eyes flare in disbelief. But the disbelief quickly turns into action, as if he’s afraid I will change my mind.

My hands fly to his hair when he’s suddenly on his knees. A gasp chokes my throat when his mouth glides up my thighs and his hand parts them wider, gently coaxing me to spread myself for him. I take another deep, shuddering breath?—

And his tongue is right there, licking a path up my entrance, while he’s groaning against my core.

“Oh, my God. Luke.”

“Yes, baby. I’m right here. You taste as good as I remember.”

Does he know how crazy his words drive me, too? He doesn’t seem to care as he whispers more and punctuates them with movement: his knuckles nudging my panties off, his lips kissing every inch of bared skin, and that wicked tongue sliding right in to lap me all up. I close my eyes to steady myself from the onslaught, but his rough voice might as well be imprinted in my mind.

“So pink and tight. God, baby, I miss this so much. How warm you are. How wet you are.”

“Please,” is all I can say, at a loss for words.

He keeps it up, approving noises sliding out whenever I tremble for him. Minutes later, his fingers slip right in and join his tongue in driving me to madness, and I can only stand there and use both his hair and the shelf behind me as an anchor. When those fingers start thrusting, I need more to anchor myself and find it when his free hand lifts one of my legs up and over his shoulder.

It’s a good thing he locked the door because if anyone walked in right now, they would find me spread out and fighting back my moans with the head and fingers of the hospital’s renowned neurosurgeon busy between my legs.

“Can I take you out, Liv?”

“What?”

“On a date? Just the two of us?”

A strangled laugh ripples down my throat, but it soon dies into another bitten-back moan. His eyes gleam as he looks up.

“Luke…”

“Yes?”

How can I think when he’s finger-fucking me so well? At his deeper thrust, I gasp.

“Yes. You’re so unfair…you…oh, God.”

He only laughs, the sound echoing inside me.

I rock against his thrusts. I ride them and earn more approving noises from him. When I can’t hold back my moans any longer, I clamp a hand over my mouth and let them out just as he sucks an orgasm out of me—and when I say that, I mean he really sucks every last drop that I’m releasing until that’s embedded in my brain, too, and in my fantasies.

When I come down from my high, Luke shoots up, presses me against the shelf, and kisses the hell out of me. It’s a stupefying thing to know what I taste like from his mouth, but I’m soon distracted when I feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. I unzip him and take his cock out, basking in his delicious groans when I eagerly stroke it.

Then he abruptly stops kissing me.

“Shit, Liv.”

“What?”

“I didn’t bring condoms. I wasn’t planning to?—”

“It’s fine. We don’t need condoms.”

And because the idea has already been in my mind for longer than I care to admit, I’m on my knees in a second. I feel his shock as his hands go to my head, unsure what to do, but I ignore them and stroke him some more. Then I lick the tip of his cock and almost feel his knees buckling.

His hands rest more firmly on my head but don’t move. I swirl my tongue over his tip like an ice cream cone, rejoicing in his tight groans and ever-tightening legs, as if he’s locking himself in place. Then I don’t waste any more time and open my mouth wider to take him in—a move that rewards me with the best groan ever, one that comes from his gut and goes straight down my core.

I keep going at him, licking to my heart’s content, and pleased when he gets even harder. He’s so big, but what’s more pleasing is how responsive he is, letting me know through his sounds and body language where he’s most sensitive…and yes, through his fingers, as they tighten and loosen on my hair depending on how much he likes a particular move.

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