Page 160 of Boyfriend of the Hour
My eyes popped open. “You’ve fixed dancers’ knees?”
McAndrew smiled. “A fair amount of them, yes. I hear you’ve got one that’s bugging you.”
Nathan came to stand next to me. “I asked Jayce if he wouldn’t mind giving a second opinion as a favor to me.”
I looked between them, utterly shocked. “But it—I?—”
“I’m going to make her some coffee first,” Nathan said before I could stumble. “Jayce, would you like another?”
“Sure, that would be great, man.”
Nathan grabbed my hand and towed me into the kitchen before I could say another word.
“Wow,” I started to say once the door was shut. “I can’t believe you asked another doc—oh!”
Suddenly, I was grabbed by the waist and shoved against the fridge, and Nathan’s mouth was on mine before I could say another word. His hands slipped into the boxers to grab my ass and pull my legs up and around his waist with a groan as his tongue met mine.
The kiss didn’t last long, though by the time it ended, I was ready for much more. Nathan, however, just let my legs drop to the ground and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Good morning,” he said quietly.
“Mmm. Good morning to you too.”
“I think we’re going to have to have a rule about you not wearing my shirts.” Nathan stood up straight and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh no, why?” I whined. “Don’t make me do that. They are so much comfier than mine.”
“Not in front of company, then,” Nathan said gruffly. “Because the next time I see you in one, I’ll have to fuck you on the spot. And I might not care who watches.”
I gasped. The thing about Nathan was that he meant pretty much every word he said.
“I thoughtIwas the one with the exhibitionist streak,” I murmured as his hand slipped around my neck again. I arched into his touch.
Nathan leaned down and bit my ear. “Maybe you’re a bad influence on me.”
“I don’t know ifIthink it’s bad.”
His hand trailed down my side, taking its time to feel my curves. There was an ache in that touch. A need that was pulsing through me as well. “I…Did you sleep well?”
“Y-yes,” I managed. “Did you?”
“Very well.” Nathan almost seemed to be considering the fact as he readjusted his glasses. His eyes trailed over my mussed hair and the clothes I was wearing. “I like having you in my bed.”
Images of us together in said bed, doing all sorts of things, flickered through my mind.
I squeezed my legs together. “Want to go back to it?”
“Yes,” he said fervently. “But unfortunately, this can’t wait.”
I pouted.
His brown eyes flared. “Joni.”
I pouted some more.
“Please. I need you to move so I can make you a coffee and try to get rid of this embarrassingly large erection.”
I edged away from the fridge but didn’t hide my admiration for the prominent bulge in his jeans. My mouth watered as more memories of the night came back. And back. And back.
