Page 17 of Taking Her Medicine

He’d fueled my nightly fantasies for two years, but our moment was real. He crashed on top of me, panting, and we laid there not moving. I loved the weight of his body on mine. Tension eased within me. We stayed there for a while, naked and sweaty, wrapped up in each other. Aaron moved to lie next to me, and I rolled onto my side in order to catch his gaze. “Did I make it up to you?” I batted my eyelashes at him, feigning innocence. “From all the teasing?”

“Yes, but your suggestion about a gag has got me thinking about some rather naughty things.” He picked up my hand and kissed the top of it. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

“We should have done this a long time ago.”

“Yeah, well, taking you on my kitchen counter while you were covered in flour probably would have scared you off.”

“The night we met?” I straddled him. It wasn’t a typical move for me, but he made me feel so good about myself. Like a goddess, bold and empowered. I had knocked on his door a few weeks after he’d moved into the house, and asked to borrow a cup of sugar. “You wanted tofuckme when I was in the middle of baking?”

“You looked so damn sexy standing there in my kitchen. You kept licking your lips, and I wanted to kiss you.”

“I, uh, had plenty of sugar.”

“What?” He grinned up at me. “Explain yourself.”

“I never bake dessert without setting all my ingredients out first.” I smiled shyly, remembering how I had spent time prepping myself in the mirror. Aaron had been so inviting that it had honestly been ridiculous to worry at all. “I just wanted to meet you.”

“You’re so silly.” Aaron pulled me down to his face and kissed me. “You could have just come over. Or? Hear me out. You could have brought me some brownies. They are my absolute favorite dessert.”

“I thought I was your favorite dessert.” I winked.

“Still worked up even after multiple orgasms?” He tsked. “You want to go again, kitten? I’ve got two hours until I’m needed at the clinic.”

“Yes, please, Daddy.”

Chapter 5

Zoelle

Aaron invited me over for dinner, but despite his warm invitation I felt wholly out of my element, done up in a flowing black dress and heels. He was at ease in dark jeans and a royal blue button-down shirt. Everything he wore looked good on him, but the shirt complemented his eyes perfectly and it had been hard to focus on dinner itself. My mind kept drifting to images of me stripping the clothing from his body revealing the taut muscles of his abs. I forced my dirty thoughts away though. There would be time for that later.

I picked at my food, pushing it around my plate, but not eating much. The meal came out lackluster, and while it was no fault of his own, his frustration shined through during our conversation. He had ordered from one of those delivery companies that brought you fresh ingredients and you used your own skills to produce a meal. But he seldom found the time to cook at all.

“What’s your favorite pizza topping, kitten?”

“Dinner isn’tthatbad.” I raised a forkful of food to my lips and ate a bite. “I’ll finish it.”

“Anchovies?”

“Gross. I prefer ham and pineapple.”

“I’ll place an order for delivery from Franco’s. Is something else bothering you? You’ve been sort of stiff since I answered the door.”

I shrugged as I got to my feet and cleared the table. He wrapped an arm around my waist, halting the action. “I’m trying to clean up, Aaron.”

“Something else is on your mind.”

“I shouldn’t have worn this dress.”

“You look good enough to eat, but I want you to be comfortable. Come with me.”

I followed him to his bedroom and he searched through his drawers settling on a pair of black sweatpants and heather gray tee-shirt with the clinic logo on it. It was one of his favorites. Allowing me to wear it meant a lot.

Aaron ran his hands over my body as he worked his way to the zipper, tugging it downward. The fabric pooled to the floor in one smooth motion, leaving me clad in my fanciest black flowered bra and panty set. The panties had a caged back, and I selected them with purpose hoping Aaron would see them. But I didn’t think it would be before dinner. I glanced over my shoulder, admiring the way his eyes ravished mine. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never get back to the kitchen.”

“I see no problem with that.” Aaron licked the back of my neck. “You’re so fucking hot, kitten.”

“You said we were going to talk tonight.”

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