Page 25 of Nanny for the Doctor

My mind clears, and I remember I’m sharing the sofa bed with Mae. Is she up? Didshewhisper my name?

I turn over, the couch creaking, and as I face Mae, I see she’s awake.

“Did you say my name?”

She stares, her gaze flickering between me and the space between us. “Yes. I…”

I shake my head. “What?”

Mae doesn’t answer. Instead, her hands cup my face, and she kisses me, her tongue diving between my lips.

Moaning, I’m able to stop for just a moment. “I thought you said we shouldn’t?”

“I know. I…I don’t care.”

It’s all the answer I need. I crash my lips against hers again, pulling up her shirt to caress Mae’s breasts. They’re too perfect, and lust roars through my blood like a drug.

“Fuck, Mae. You feel so good.”

I smooth my hand down her curves, gliding back up to pinch her nipple between my fingers. She arches into me and moans.

“I’ve fantasized about this since I was sixteen.” Mae pushes her breast harder against my palm, and I squeeze.

Nuzzling into Mae’s neck, I kiss her skin, playfully biting. “Really? And what exactly did I do during these fantasies, Lil Bit?”

Mae’s hand flies to my hair, gripping as she groans. I pull back, meeting her eyes.

A charming blush floods Mae’s cheeks, and I stroke my thumb across her bottom lip. She can’t hold my gaze, and I smirk.

I tip her chin up. “Come on, tell me.”

Mae’s voice is a soft whisper. “Everything.”

She bites her lip, and her eyes blink up to mine.

“I think I can help with that.”

Rolling on top of Mae, I push between her legs, the pullout groaning in protest. The large shirt covering her has to go, so I slide my hands up her sides, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor.

“God, you’re stunning.”

Mae blushes all the harder, and my erection throbs. I lower my head, kissing her, then move my lips down her neck and chest until I reach her full breasts.

“I’ve wanted you, too, Mae. This week has been torture.”

“Really? I thought it was just me.” Her eyes are worried, and I rake my gaze across her bare skin.

“Not at all. I’ve been imagining this tight little body beneath me for years.”

Her ample curves look gorgeous in the room's low light, and I suck her nipple into my mouth, grasping her other breast with my hand.

She arches into me as I circle her nipple with my tongue. The tight bead responds to my caresses, hardening further, and I slip my hand lower toward her waistband.

“Oh, fuck, Reed.” Mae’s voice threatens to reach upstairs.

“Shh, Lil Bit. We need to keep quiet if we’re going to make this work.”

She giggles and nods as I slide my hand into her shorts, her eyes fluttering closed.

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