Page 31 of Playing Doctor

“Beth…” It could have been a plea, or maybe a warning, but either way, the outcome was the same. He liked having her mouth on him, and she liked putting it there.

“She said I would meet a tall, ripped, and totally lick-o-licious stranger who would fulfill my deepest desires.” She sat back on her heels, planted her fists on her hips, and looked him over from head to toe. “She was right, so far.”

His brows lifted and he gave her a cocky grin. “Lick-o-licious, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She nodded. “I thought it sounded ridiculous at the time, but now…” She feathered her fingers over his abdomen, enjoying the way the taut muscles quivered at her touch. “And that I would lick wine out of his belly button…a perfect innie.” She gave his navel another flick of her tongue, causing the firm ridges to jump again.

“What else did she predict?” His hands abandoned the sheets, moved through her hair. He dragged it over his skin, and then held it back with one hand while the other smoothed over her back, down her ass again.

She took him in her hand, rubbed her cheek against his shaft like a cat leaning into a caress. “She also predicted that I would lick the wine off of his…” She turned her head, flicked out her tongue and gave the head of his cock a firm lick. “…perfect outie.” And she proceeded to do just that. Licking, nibbling, bathing his erection with her tongue.

His head burrowed into the pillow, then lifted up again to watch while she licked him clean of the wine. He drove his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp.

“What’s her name?” His hips jutted upward, a plea for more.

“Who?”

“The psychic I owe my left nut to.”

“This nut?” Reaching between Gabe’s splayed legs, Beth cupped his testicles, rolled them in her palm. The heavy muscles of his thighs tensed. “Her name is Connie,” she said absently, playing with his balls with one hand while the other moved up and down the length of his shaft.

“Just out of curiosity, Connie didn’t happen to mention that you might open that lovely mouth and…yes!”

She swallowed him, captured the velvety head between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and sucked the last residue of wine from him. One hand clamped over her skull gently worked her mouth over his cock, while the other slid down her spine, through the valley of her buttocks and plunged into the slick folds of her sex. She tilted her hips and felt his fingers glide deeper into her as her mouth moved down his shaft.

“Beth…decide…quickly…” he hissed. His hips thrust up, pushed deeper into her throat.

She could taste the salty precum that seeped from him, swallowed it greedily, but pulled back before he came. She turned, felt his fingers slip from her as she threw her leg over his hips and straddled him, trapping his shaft between her slit and his belly.

“Inside me, I want to feel you come inside me.” One last time.

She braced her hands on his heaving chest as his closed around her waist and lifted her up.

“Put me in,” he commanded hoarsely. Muscles bunched in his arms, straining as he held her above him. She grasped his cock, moaning when it slid over her clit then farther back to her aching entrance.

She took all of him, quickly, roughly. She threw her head back, hair cascading down, and let the greed consume her, glorying in the magnitude of her own desire even as tears burned the backs of her eyelids, and she wished the night would never end.

Chapter Ten

Gabe stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Room service would be here with their breakfast shortly and he would have to wake her up. But not yet. First, he just wanted to look at her.

She was a vision, lying there on her side, dark hair fanned out on the pillow, skin flushed from their last bout of sex. The sex had been great, smoking hot, but more than that, he had enjoyed her—her warmth, her sense of humor, the strength and determination it had taken for her to overcome her past. He wanted to howl at the suffering she’d undergone at her husband’s hands, and the years she’d buried her passionate nature because of it. At the same time, he wanted to shout to the universe, thank you for letting me find her, to be the one to give it back to her. What would she do with that newly awakened passion now? Who would be the lucky man who made her come the next time?

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