Page 64 of Her Paramedic
“My parents are visiting for Memorial Day. We’re having a small gathering, and it’s my turn to host. Do you want to come?”
“Do you want me to come?”
“I do,” he told her honestly. “But don’t feel you have to if you aren’t ready.”
“You told me how eager your mom has been,” Talia teased.
“She can be as eager as she wants; if you aren’t ready, she can wait.”
“No, I’ll come. It’ll be fun.” She paused. “Your dad and Killian’s are brothers, right?” Slate nodded. “I take it he and Journee aren’t coming.”
“They aren’t. He can’t fly until his doctor releases him, and we don’t know when that’ll be.”
They fell into a comfortable silence as the music shifted. A few minutes later, when they finished their drinks, Talia pulled him onto the dance floor as a slow melody played. Slate pulled her close, and they swayed to the beat.
After dancing to three songs, Talia returned to their table, which no one had claimed in their absence, and Slate went to the bar to order them two more drinks. As he waited on them, his eyes shifted to Talia. The dim light cast a subtle glow as she swayed in her seat to the music. He’d been right. Long, luscious legs had been playing a game of hide and seek with him all night.
She’d worn the outfit to tease him. She had all but admitted as much before they left the house. Add that to the way she’d wind on his dick as they danced, and he was one step away frommisbehaving. When he had their drinks, he returned to their table and took his seat.
Her clutch vibrated on the table, and she took her phone out to check it before putting it back. She picked up her drink, her free hand falling to his thigh dangerously close to his dick. Slate was sure she knew what she was doing. He was sure she believed him when he said he’d misbehave, but didn’t know to what extent. If she kept tempting him, Slate was going to fuck her right there.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Keep playing with me, and you’re going to start something that I’m damn sure going to finish.”
Talia shifted her hand and ran it over his dick before squeezing him through the fabric. “Promises, promises,” she responded, those usually honey eyes dark.
He wasn’t making empty ones, either. Slate pushed his chair away from the table, back into the corner, and away from the light. He brought her to sit on his lap before pulling the table closer to them. He shifted Talia to his left thigh as he undid his pants and pulled his dick free from his boxers. Talia looked over her shoulder at him, eyes widening.
“Slate, what are you—”
He slipped his hand through the split in her skirt and ran his finger along her pussy, cutting her off. His free hand slowly stroked his dick. The fabric of her panties was already damp. Slate pulled them to the side and circled her clit with his middle finger.
“I’m doing what I told you I would,” he responded. “And you’re already dripping wet. You enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you, baby?” When she didn’t answer, he pinched her clit, and she shifted on his lap.
“Maybe a little,” she admitted.
“Then it’s only fair that you take care of the problem you caused.”
“Baby, there are people around.”
“They can’t see us.”
They could, but they wouldn’t know what they were doing. They weren’t the only couple sitting like that. And the tablecloth would hide their lower half from prying eyes.
“They can definitely see us,” she countered. “We’ll get a fine if we’re caught. We could go to jail.”
“Your brother-in-law is a cop. Now, ride my dick.”
“What if—”
He pinched her clit. “I won’t tell you again.”
Had she honestly been worried about those things, he would have stopped. While he enjoyed pushing her boundaries, he would never do something that made her uncomfortable. But her pussy was now twice as wet as it had been. She was as turned on as he was.
Talia moved the back of her skirt to one side and slid down his dick. Her soft moan was barely audible, and he gripped her hips, holding her still. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been inside her, and that meant it had been too long. It was like sliding into paradise. Her warm wetness engulfed him, and he wanted to bask in it for a couple of minutes.
“Don’t move,” he instructed.
Slate grabbed his drink and pulled her back against his chest. He circled her clit with his finger as he took a drink, and she tightened around him. He placed the glass back on the table, and Talia shifted to look at him.
