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Authors: Karen Erickson
Did it please her as much as it pleased him? He loved going down on Stephanie, making her feel good, watching her when she came. He couldn’t get enough of it, was dying to touch her right now, to see if she was as soaking wet as he suspected.
Without a doubt, he knew she would be.
What he loved most was how she wanted to give him pleasure but didn’t want him to touch her. Oh, she couldn’t resist him when he’d sucked her nipples and nipped at her flesh but she’d pushed him away, her focus solely on him.
He couldn’t protest her absolute dedication. It…did something to him.
Her lips sucked harder and he groaned, the base of his cock tingling in anticipation. He was close, ready to blow and he didn’t want to, not yet.
But his body wouldn’t listen to his brain. Especially when she moved faster, her fingers tickling just behind his balls and with that one sneaky move he was done for.
Shouting her name, his entire body tensed and then shuddered, the come pumping out of him and into her mouth. She took it all, swallowed every last drop and he pulsed again and again until he finally collapsed against the mattress. Stephanie fell on top of him, her breathing labored, her head resting against his thigh. Her fingers grazed the inside of his other thigh and he shivered at her light touch.
“Are you okay?”
He was more than okay. He was fucking fantastic. “Yeah.”
“Does your knee hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
She lifted her head and stared at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “Did Nurse Stephanie make it all better?”
He shook his head, his expression grave. “No, not all better.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I want more.” He stroked the top of her head, her hair silky soft beneath his palm. “I want a taste of my sweet nurse.”
“Oh, you want a kiss? I can oblige.” She moved up, suddenly in front of him and she planted a lingering kiss on his mouth.
“Not just a kiss, a taste.” He cupped her ass. “Come on up here, beautiful.”
Her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
He smiled and decided to just go for it. “I want you to sit on my face.”
Chapter Twenty
Stephanie scrambled up, trying to get away from his grip but Justin was too fast, damn it. All those years of baseball made him extra quick at just about everything he did.
“Not so fast, baby. I told you what I wanted. And as my nurse, you have to provide.”
“Justin, I don’t want you to overexert yourself.”
“Trust me, this isn’t going to wear me out.” He smiled, the look on his face positively wicked. “Well, maybe my tongue but that’s about it.”
She wanted to melt at his words, at the way he looked at her. As if he wanted to devour her.
Hmm, and she wanted him to, even though she worried.
“I don’t know.” She cocked her head. He wore a cocky grin and his gaze wandered over her face, his hands folded behind his head.
Yeah, he looked like a very well-satisfied man who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
“Come on, Stephanie. You know you want it.” He licked his lips for emphasis and she giggled. “Come here, babe.”
She did so, trying to position herself carefully. He guided her, grabbing the back of her thighs and hauling her closer.
“Hold onto the headboard.” She did, settling her knees on either side of his head. They sunk into the pillows, bringing her crotch even closer to her face.
If she thought about this position long enough, she’d be more than a little embarrassed.
“Justin...” She shifted, gasped when his hands wrapped around her thighs and pushed up her skirt.
“Shh, just relax and enjoy. Nice fishnets.” His thumbs brushed against her pussy and she shuddered. “Yet again I can see through your panties.”
“That’s the point.”
He smiled up at her, wicked as can be. “I like that about you. You always get right to the point.”
Oh goodness, so did he. The second the words came out of his mouth, he was pushing her panties aside, his fingers sliding into her wet pussy. She watched, breathless as his fingers played inside her, searching her folds, one long, thick finger thrusting deep.
Her thighs trembled, her entire body shook and she waited in anticipation of his mouth, his magical tongue. Her body ached for him and she whimpered, wishing he would give her what she wanted.
He flicked her clit, his index finger doing a slow circle around it and she closed her eyes, losing herself to sensation. He moved, his hot breath blowing against her even hotter pussy and she waited, hanging on a delicious edge.
Finally, his tongue darted out, licking at her clit before it searched through her folds. Her body relaxed, her thighs spreading as wide as they could. He continued his thorough search, his tongue wide and wet and bringing her closer and closer to orgasm with his every pass.
His thumbs spread open her swollen pussy lips, giving him better access to her clit and he sucked the hard little bundle of nerves in between his lips. Stephanie gripped the edge of the headboard, her knuckles white with strain as her head slowly shook back and forth.
God, it felt so good, his thorough search of her, his lips and tongue and ooh, now his fingers coming into play. First one, then a second finger slid deep inside her, filling her and she moved against him, her hips thrusting against his face.
Glancing down, she watched his head between her legs, his dark hair mussed, his eyes closed as he continued to pleasure her. She bit her lower lip, her belly tightening, her body coming closer and closer and suddenly he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers.
She didn’t look away, she couldn’t. She felt captured, trapped by his gaze and his fingers thrust deep, his tongue curling around her clit, flicking it, sending her straight to heaven.
The orgasm swept over her in a blissful wave and she held onto the headboard for dear life, afraid she would collapse on top of Justin if she didn’t. He continued his gentle assault, his fingers thrusting, lips sucking, riding out her orgasm with her until she was nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh.
Huh. Exactly what she’d hoped to reduce Justin to and he’d done it to her instead.
Go figure.
* * *
Justin gathered Stephanie close, her body still trembling with the after-effects of her climax. He smoothed a hand up and down her arm, reveling in her soft skin, her warmth as she snuggled next to him.
“We should get you undressed,” he murmured, his other hand going for the remaining buttons on her uniform.
“Hmm but I don’t want to get up.” She rested her head on his shoulder, her hair tickling his mouth.
“But I want you naked. And you’re here to satisfy my every need, remember?” He nudged her in the ribs with his fingers, giving her a little tickle.
With a giggle, she leapt out of bed, hurriedly stripping herself of her clothing. He watched, enjoying her every jiggle and shake, the sway of her breasts as she bent to tug the thigh highs off, the gentle curve of her belly as she pulled the uniform over her head.
He liked her curves, her womanly figure. She had something to grab onto, not like the other women he’d dated. Women who’d worried over every bite they didn’t shove into their mouths. Women who’d dressed impeccably, looked perfect but didn’t like to get mussed up.
Those women had been no fun. Pretty to look at but heaven forbid you touch them in the wrong way. Most of them hadn’t even been that great in bed, he could finally admit that to himself.
Stephanie was warm and easy to talk to, and she made it so easy for him to relax. She liked to let loose, have fun, get a little dirty.
He was comfortable with her and he didn’t find that a bad thing. Not comfortable in the sense of it being boring, no. What they had he could definitely not consider boring.
But what would he consider it, what they shared?
“Okay.” She dived underneath the covers, her now chilled body wrapping around his, making him shiver. “It’s cold. You’re nice and warm.”
“Come here.” He slung an arm around her shoulders and brought her close, smoothing a hand up and down her arm to warm her up. “Should I turn on the heat?”
Stephanie shook her head. “It’s not that cold.”
They were silent, the light from the small lamp on the bedside table illuminating the room in a warm glow. His lids grew heavy, his heart rate slowed and he realized he felt content, sated.
“Maybe I should go.” Her small voice sounded in the quiet and he squeezed her shoulders.
“Why?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s getting late. I have a long drive home.”
“Stay,” he whispered against her forehead before giving her a lingering kiss there. “Stay the night.”
Again, here he was asking her to stay the night at his home. Some sort of record for him, he was sure.
But he liked having her here, in his house, in his bed. Hell, he’d enjoyed having her in his kitchen, making him dinner, taking care of him, indulging him in his every whim.
She gave to him without asking. People were always asking something of him. And if they weren’t asking, he was giving anyway.
It felt good to be on the receiving end for once.
“I have to be at work tomorrow.” Her slim hand rested on his chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles, playing with his chest hair and he closed his eyes, enjoying her simple touch.
“Ah yeah, it’s Sunday.” Regret filled him and he wished she didn’t have to go.
If she were with him, truly with him, he’d ask her to quit her job. Hell, she wouldn’t need it if they were together, he could take care of all of her monetary needs.
“I can stay for a couple of hours.” She nestled closer, her face pressed into the crook of his neck. Breathing deep, he felt her every inhale and exhale, her sweet breath wafting against his skin, making his cock twitch.
Damn, she only had to breathe on him and he was ready and raring to go.
“Yeah, stay.” He kissed her forehead again, her temple, the tip of her nose. Opening his eyes, he found her smiling up at him.
“How’s your knee?”
Shifting, he stretched his leg out, testing it. He’d completely forgotten it was giving him trouble, he’d become so focused on Stephanie. “It’s fine. It doesn’t really hurt at all.”
“Must be some good drugs,” she said with a little smirk.
“Must be the sexy nurse indulging in my every need.”
They kissed, their mouths lingering, hands wandering. Nothing too lusty, just gentle touches and sweet sighs before they finally drifted off to sleep.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
Chapter Twenty-One
I was solely focused on giving him pleasure, taking care of his every need and whim. Putting my own needs on the back burner, I didn’t even care if I had an orgasm or not. I gave him all that I had to give. Bending over him in my little nurse’s uniform and allowing him a glimpse of my cleavage, I wanted to drive him out of his mind. I was nursing him back to health, so to speak.
Never before had I felt in such control of a man, so powerful in a sexual situation. I loved it. I reveled in my newfound power but then he turned the tables on me.
And he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life with his mouth and fingers. Because he wanted to, because he wanted me and no one else. I had never come so hard before.
Pretending to be something else, someone else gives a person a certain amount of strength. I was able to lose myself in the moment and not worry about the usual things. Am I too fat, how do I look in this position? God, how can he stand to do that?
None of those thoughts went through my head. With this man, they never really do. I don’t worry. With him, I’m just able to let go and feel.
“Damn Steph, is this guy for real?” Zoe arched a brow as she reached for her ever present cup of Starbucks.
Stephanie tucked her hands into her lap, squirming in her seat. She hated it when Zoe called her into her office to drill her about the latest article she’d written. It was as if Zoe had a sixth sense who the subject matter was.
She couldn’t forget Zoe’s admission she’d once had a raging crush on Justin and chased him all over the city long ago. It lingered in the back of her mind every time Zoe made a comment about her subject matter.
“He’s one hundred percent real,” Stephanie said with a nod. “I wouldn’t be making this up, trust me.”
“Well, he’s too damn perfect for his own good. Does this man even have any faults? Are you embellishing some of this because it makes good copy? Not that I would blame you for it, I mean come on, your fantasy series is doing fabulously.” Zoe paused, glancing again at the printed copy of Stephanie’s article she’d just turned in.
“I’m not embellishing anything.”
Zoe set the papers down with a flourish. “Then you’re a lucky woman, Steph. I would kill to have a man so focused on my needs, my wants and desires.”
The wistful look on Zoe’s face surprised Stephanie. She’d never even thought about it before. Did Zoe have a boyfriend?
She had no clue.
The office door burst open and in walked Caleb, his strides determined as he stalked across the office and sat in the chair next to Stephanie. He gave her a curt nod before looking at Zoe.