my tongue with his, breathing in his breath.
Paula returned and Justin excused himself to the restroom, though I suspected he was allowing Paula and me a moment to talk. “He asked me to stay the night.”
“Of course he did. And you should. He totally adores you, Liv. I’m really glad we came, though Dr. Santos turned out to be less of an answer than I’d hoped.” She put her hand over mine. “You should go. I’ll be fine. Call me in the morning and let me know what’s up, okay?”
Justin returned, giving me a glimpse of his swagger. My body zinged in anticipation. He returned to my side, pressing his shoulder to mine again. “You’re sure?” I asked, remembering the last time she said she’d be fine.
“One hundred percent. I’ll be good. Promise. Don’t worry, I have something to occupy my time.”
It was then that I remembered I hadn’t asked her about the paper Dr. Santos had handed her. I’d meant to. Despite not wanting to hear any more bad news, or long shots, I’d told myself I’d at least find out what had occurred after I’d walked out. Justin moved to leave. I hesitated.
As if she could see my thoughts, Paula shook her head. “Liv, it’ll wait. He won’t.”
Twenty minutes later, Justin walked me through his high-rise condo. “I’m beginning to suspect that driver wasn’t Garette’s at all.”
Justin chuckled, tugging me along by the hand. “Nah. It was his. Don’t be fooled. It’s just stuff. It isn’t what really matters.”
“Yeah. It’s nice stuff. Expensive stuff.” The view alone should require payment. The city lights blossoming to life as the sun set, staining the sky in molten golds and ruddy pinks.
“Impressed? Intimidated?” His tone was joking, but something in his expression told me my answer mattered.
I shrugged. “It could be a shack.”
His broad smile expressed how much he liked my answer. My chest tingled with happiness. My heart clutched. The lust climbed. I wanted him and now it went beyond the physical. I wanted to see that smile over and over again.
He pulled me close, dimmed his bedroom light so that the tall window view of lights became our light. He undressed me slowly, letting his fingers tickle my skin. Then he undressed himself. I soaked in the long, lean muscled picture he presented. Small fears whispered through me. Fear I wouldn’t get to keep him. Fear he couldn’t love me. Fear distance would bar us from becoming more. I quashed them easily, the beast of my lust taking hold and caring for little else.
I went to my knees, my mouth salivating at the sight of his big cock. He stopped me, pulling me to my feet. “This time, I get to drive.”
I tipped my head. “Oh?”
He winked as he put me onto the bed and retrieved a length of satiny material. He tied me up. “Don’t worry. I know exactly where I’m going.”
My hands bound above my head, Justin parted my legs and positioned between them. The wicked look in his eyes sent tremors of delight through me. “Uh-oh,” I said. “You look like you have something planned.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Yes! But no. Though my imagination did somersaults through porn paradise, I loved the mystery. “Am I being punished?”
“Nope,” he said and trailed his fingers down my legs to the tips of my toes. “No hints.”
He picked one foot up and glanced over it, appreciation shining in his eyes. “You have gorgeous feet. Anyone ever tell you that?”
A small pang ran through my chest. “My mom never gave me one of those birds and bees talks. She sat me down and said, ‘Liv, honey, always paint your toenails. Feet say a lot about a woman. Make yours pretty.’”
He chuckled. “Smart mom.” He brought my toes to his lips and kissed each one. The tickle wasn’t enough to make me giggle. Instead it sent a frisson up the back of my leg. I kept my breathing and gaze steady. Desire made his eyelids heavy, made the blue orbs darker.
I nodded. “She was a good mom.”
His
Paula returned and Justin excused himself to the restroom, though I suspected he was allowing Paula and me a moment to talk. “He asked me to stay the night.”
“Of course he did. And you should. He totally adores you, Liv. I’m really glad we came, though Dr. Santos turned out to be less of an answer than I’d hoped.” She put her hand over mine. “You should go. I’ll be fine. Call me in the morning and let me know what’s up, okay?”
Justin returned, giving me a glimpse of his swagger. My body zinged in anticipation. He returned to my side, pressing his shoulder to mine again. “You’re sure?” I asked, remembering the last time she said she’d be fine.
“One hundred percent. I’ll be good. Promise. Don’t worry, I have something to occupy my time.”
It was then that I remembered I hadn’t asked her about the paper Dr. Santos had handed her. I’d meant to. Despite not wanting to hear any more bad news, or long shots, I’d told myself I’d at least find out what had occurred after I’d walked out. Justin moved to leave. I hesitated.
As if she could see my thoughts, Paula shook her head. “Liv, it’ll wait. He won’t.”
Twenty minutes later, Justin walked me through his high-rise condo. “I’m beginning to suspect that driver wasn’t Garette’s at all.”
Justin chuckled, tugging me along by the hand. “Nah. It was his. Don’t be fooled. It’s just stuff. It isn’t what really matters.”
“Yeah. It’s nice stuff. Expensive stuff.” The view alone should require payment. The city lights blossoming to life as the sun set, staining the sky in molten golds and ruddy pinks.
“Impressed? Intimidated?” His tone was joking, but something in his expression told me my answer mattered.
I shrugged. “It could be a shack.”
His broad smile expressed how much he liked my answer. My chest tingled with happiness. My heart clutched. The lust climbed. I wanted him and now it went beyond the physical. I wanted to see that smile over and over again.
He pulled me close, dimmed his bedroom light so that the tall window view of lights became our light. He undressed me slowly, letting his fingers tickle my skin. Then he undressed himself. I soaked in the long, lean muscled picture he presented. Small fears whispered through me. Fear I wouldn’t get to keep him. Fear he couldn’t love me. Fear distance would bar us from becoming more. I quashed them easily, the beast of my lust taking hold and caring for little else.
I went to my knees, my mouth salivating at the sight of his big cock. He stopped me, pulling me to my feet. “This time, I get to drive.”
I tipped my head. “Oh?”
He winked as he put me onto the bed and retrieved a length of satiny material. He tied me up. “Don’t worry. I know exactly where I’m going.”
My hands bound above my head, Justin parted my legs and positioned between them. The wicked look in his eyes sent tremors of delight through me. “Uh-oh,” I said. “You look like you have something planned.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Yes! But no. Though my imagination did somersaults through porn paradise, I loved the mystery. “Am I being punished?”
“Nope,” he said and trailed his fingers down my legs to the tips of my toes. “No hints.”
He picked one foot up and glanced over it, appreciation shining in his eyes. “You have gorgeous feet. Anyone ever tell you that?”
A small pang ran through my chest. “My mom never gave me one of those birds and bees talks. She sat me down and said, ‘Liv, honey, always paint your toenails. Feet say a lot about a woman. Make yours pretty.’”
He chuckled. “Smart mom.” He brought my toes to his lips and kissed each one. The tickle wasn’t enough to make me giggle. Instead it sent a frisson up the back of my leg. I kept my breathing and gaze steady. Desire made his eyelids heavy, made the blue orbs darker.
I nodded. “She was a good mom.”
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