Page 15 of My Reluctant Valentine

“Like what?” I grazed my teeth over her pulse point. “What do those books say about a man’s hands on these curves?”

My fingers traced the side of her breast through her blouse, and she gasped. “They... they talk about aching. Burning. Needing to be... filled.”

“Fuck.” The crude word made her shiver. “You feel empty, little doctor? Need me to fill that sweet pussy?”

“Cole.” Her scandalized tone was undermined by how she pressed against me.

“Too dirty for you?” I reached for the top button of her blouse. “Should I be more romantic? Tell you how beautiful you are?” The button slipped free. “How perfect?” Another button. “How badly I want to worship every inch of this body?”

Her hands clutched my shoulders and I couldn’t wait for them to do the same with my cock, guiding me inside her. “Both. I want... I want the dirty words and the romance. Is that greedy?”

“Baby, you can have anything you want.” I exposed the lace of her bra and cursed again. Her creamy skin contrasted sharply with the navy color that barely contained her abundant curves. Her hard nipples were diamond points against the fabric.

“Do you like it?” she whispered. “Sally said you would.”

“For once your nurse friend was right.” My thumb brushed over her nipple through the lace. “Now tell me exactly what you want. Be explicit.”

“I want... oh God.” She arched into my touch as I palmed her breast. “I want your mouth. On my... my...”

“Say it.” I squeezed gently. “Say ‘tits.’”

“I want your mouth on my... my tits.” The dirty word sounded deliciously wrong in her proper doctor voice. “And I want... want you to...”

A loud knock at the door froze us both.

“Room service.”

“You ordered food?” She blinked at me in confusion.

“You need to eat.” I reluctantly pulled back, helping her rebutton her blouse with shaking hands. “You need your strength for what I have planned for you.”

Her eyes widened. “What... what do you have planned?”

I leaned in close, letting my breath fan her ear. “First, I’m going to feed you. Watch you wrap those pretty lips around your fork as I imagine them wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh my.”

“Then I’m going to spend hours teaching you exactly how good I can make you feel. With my fingers and my tongue. I’m going to make you come so many times you lose count before I take you.”

Another knock. “Room service.”

“Coming,” Ella called automatically, then blushed furiously when I smirked. “I mean... I didn’t mean...”

“Oh, you’ll be coming alright.” I stole one more kiss before heading to the door. “Multiple times. Consider it your first lesson in practical anatomy.”

The room service waiter took one look at Ella’s flushed face and my obvious state of arousal and grinned knowingly as he wheeled in our dinner.

I didn’t care. Let him look. Let the whole damn hotel know I was about to ruin this innocent doctor for all other men.

Just as soon as I fed her first.

After all, she was going to need her energy.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ella

The waiter’s wink made me want to sink through the floor. Was it that obvious what Cole and I had been doing against that wall?

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