Page 27 of Physical Therapy

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” I ask.

His brow furrows as he sets me on the bed, and then promptly knocks me backward with a firm hand to the shoulder. “Analyzing me.”

“I wasn’t analyzing you,” I argue. “I was analyzing the room.”

“Same thing.” He prowls over top of me. Our hips connect, his thick erection pressed against my barely covered mound.

I run my hands over his muscular arms, tracing the swell of his biceps with my thumbs. He looks down at me, the heat of his stare leaving my cheeks flushed.

“Tell me what you wanted from tonight,” Boe demands. “Why did you come here dressed like this?”

“I thought it would be obvious.”

“You don’t strike me as the kind of woman who simply wants a fuck.”

My hands stall in their exploration. “Is that so bad?”

His hips rock slowly into mine. “Depends on what the ulterior motive is, I guess.”

I sigh. “You seemed as though you needed cheering up.”

“The food would have worked fine for that,” he teases.

“Yeah? Well, it wouldn’t have for me.”

Boe grins. “So this wasn’t really about my mood then?”

I trace his lips with my index finger. “Perhaps it was for both of us. So sue me.”

He lowers his body over mine, pressing his mouth to my own. I relish his taste and savor the languid way he explores with his tongue. Each sweep sends bolts of arousal through my body. My panties dampen at his caress, my core swollen with need. I’m certain he should be able to feel the telltale sign, his thick length massaging my clit with each hungry sweep of his tongue.

Boe’s hands move to my bralette, the straps guided effortlessly over my shoulders. I twist beneath him, allowing enough room for him to slide them down my arms one by one. He growls deep in his throat as he pushes first one lace cup, and then the other, beneath the mound of my breast.

God—his mouth. Boe explores my body with slow, deliberate kisses. I writhe on the comforter beneath him, my hands massaging my breasts while I silently beg for him to kiss me there. I needn’t wait long. My breaths come short and shallow, my back arched and hips pressed hard into the mattress as Boe guides my panties aside and sucks my hood into his mouth. He releases the flesh with a pop, chuckling as he catches my eye over the length of my body.

Fuck, that’s sexy.

“You know,” he muses. “If you needed me to do this, all you had to do was ask during our first session.”

“Is that so?” I scoff. “You seemed pretty intent on getting out of it if I remember right.”

He rubs the heel of his hand hard over my pussy sending shockwaves coursing through me. “Didn’t mean I wouldn’t have fucked you if you’d asked.”

“You make a habit of that?” I groan as his thick finger enters my slick channel. “Fucking strange women just because they ask you to?”

“Not usually.” His tongue savors my juices. “But when a woman tastes as good as she looks.” I quiver as he dives in for more. “A man would be stupid to say no.”

“Let me taste you,” I whine.

“Yeah?” He rears back to stand on the floor, knees propped against the side of the mattress. “You want this?” The muscles in his forearm flex and cord as he strokes his thick length.

I twist around onto my knees, ass in the air as I wriggle closer to him. Pre-cum wets the tip of his cock, the glistening drop teasing my taste buds. “I do.”

“How bad?” Boe takes a step back.

I stretch off the edge of the bed as far as I dare. “Really bad.”

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