asked.
“I dare you,” he said, using the words that
had once provoked her into sneaking out of her house to meet him by
the corner of her street so they could go make out in his car.
She met and held his stare for a brief
moment before dipping her fingers into the jar. Drawing a deep
breath, she coated the head of his erect penis with the Fluff. He’d
wanted to watch, but as her fingers and the sticky substance
touched his aching member, the sensation was too much. He leaned
his head back against the cabinets and groaned aloud, knowing he
was powerless and completely at her mercy.
Forcing his eyes open, he noticed that Holly
was trembling, perhaps even more than Dylan, which told him a lot.
Despite the playful teasing, she was deadly serious about him. He
knew it in his gut.
Lowering her head, she bent and took him
into her mouth, drawing him in deep. The moist warmth was nearly
his undoing. He nearly came then, before she even began working
him, but he managed to exercise control. He gripped the edge of the
countertop hard with his fingertips, his head still resting against
the cabinets, his body shaking with a restraint that lasted only
until she began a steady, rhythmic sucking.
Her tongue licked the Fluff, licking at
him
, pulling, teasing up and down. She grazed the head of
his penis with gentle teeth, then soothed long, luxurious laps of
her tongue, never letting up. He was shaking even before his climax
hit, and when it did, the sensation rocked him hard, wave after
wave consuming him. Lost in the world she created, he came. And
carne. And came.
When he’d caught his breath, he opened his
eyes to find her staring back at him. He cupped her head in his
hands and looked into her warm, giving eyes.
“I love you, babe.” He’d meant to kiss her.
The words toppled out instead.
She straightened and took a step back. Dylan
realized his mistake immediately. He’d spoken too soon, and he’d
shaken her up badly. But before he could say a word to smooth
things over, the telephone rang and she dove to answer it.
Cursing, he jumped down and pulled on his
pants. He wanted to deal with her fully dressed and fix his mistake
as quickly as possible before she withdrew even further.
Unfortunately, she returned from the phone
call, reaching for her purse. “It’s an emergency. I have to
go.”
She’d turned from his seductress to shaken
woman to in-control doctor in seconds flat. He respected it.
Respected her.
“Let me drive you.” For selfish reasons he
didn’t want to be apart from her right now.
She gave a curt nod. “I don’t have time to
argue. Robert Hansen’s five-year-old fell and hit his head on the
corner of a table. He’s got a huge gash, and there’s lots of blood.
I said I’d meet them at the hospital.”
“Good thing I got dressed,” he said,
laughing.
Unfortunately, she didn’t join in.
* * *
Holly had never been happy at someone else’s
expense and she wasn’t about to start feeling that way now, but she
couldn’t deny she’d been so darn grateful for the phone call that
had distracted her from Dylan’s heartfelt words. Her heart pounded
hard in her chest even now, as she filled out the last of the
paperwork on Jason Hansen. The child had received stitches and had
just narrowly missed hitting his eye on the table corner in his
fall. He was one lucky little boy, she thought, signing her name
and handing the clipboard in at the hospital desk.
Dylan waited for her in the lounge, where
she’d have to face him and their shared afternoon. She’d started by
using sex and foreplay as a distraction. A means of avoiding more
serious discussion that might lead to him telling her he needed to
return to L.A. But her deliberately seductive move had turned into
a completely emotional one for her.
She’d wanted to give to him in a way he
couldn’t possibly forget. She wanted to be indelibly etched in his
mind forever just as she knew that moment would be a permanent part
of her, heart
“I dare you,” he said, using the words that
had once provoked her into sneaking out of her house to meet him by
the corner of her street so they could go make out in his car.
She met and held his stare for a brief
moment before dipping her fingers into the jar. Drawing a deep
breath, she coated the head of his erect penis with the Fluff. He’d
wanted to watch, but as her fingers and the sticky substance
touched his aching member, the sensation was too much. He leaned
his head back against the cabinets and groaned aloud, knowing he
was powerless and completely at her mercy.
Forcing his eyes open, he noticed that Holly
was trembling, perhaps even more than Dylan, which told him a lot.
Despite the playful teasing, she was deadly serious about him. He
knew it in his gut.
Lowering her head, she bent and took him
into her mouth, drawing him in deep. The moist warmth was nearly
his undoing. He nearly came then, before she even began working
him, but he managed to exercise control. He gripped the edge of the
countertop hard with his fingertips, his head still resting against
the cabinets, his body shaking with a restraint that lasted only
until she began a steady, rhythmic sucking.
Her tongue licked the Fluff, licking at
him
, pulling, teasing up and down. She grazed the head of
his penis with gentle teeth, then soothed long, luxurious laps of
her tongue, never letting up. He was shaking even before his climax
hit, and when it did, the sensation rocked him hard, wave after
wave consuming him. Lost in the world she created, he came. And
carne. And came.
When he’d caught his breath, he opened his
eyes to find her staring back at him. He cupped her head in his
hands and looked into her warm, giving eyes.
“I love you, babe.” He’d meant to kiss her.
The words toppled out instead.
She straightened and took a step back. Dylan
realized his mistake immediately. He’d spoken too soon, and he’d
shaken her up badly. But before he could say a word to smooth
things over, the telephone rang and she dove to answer it.
Cursing, he jumped down and pulled on his
pants. He wanted to deal with her fully dressed and fix his mistake
as quickly as possible before she withdrew even further.
Unfortunately, she returned from the phone
call, reaching for her purse. “It’s an emergency. I have to
go.”
She’d turned from his seductress to shaken
woman to in-control doctor in seconds flat. He respected it.
Respected her.
“Let me drive you.” For selfish reasons he
didn’t want to be apart from her right now.
She gave a curt nod. “I don’t have time to
argue. Robert Hansen’s five-year-old fell and hit his head on the
corner of a table. He’s got a huge gash, and there’s lots of blood.
I said I’d meet them at the hospital.”
“Good thing I got dressed,” he said,
laughing.
Unfortunately, she didn’t join in.
* * *
Holly had never been happy at someone else’s
expense and she wasn’t about to start feeling that way now, but she
couldn’t deny she’d been so darn grateful for the phone call that
had distracted her from Dylan’s heartfelt words. Her heart pounded
hard in her chest even now, as she filled out the last of the
paperwork on Jason Hansen. The child had received stitches and had
just narrowly missed hitting his eye on the table corner in his
fall. He was one lucky little boy, she thought, signing her name
and handing the clipboard in at the hospital desk.
Dylan waited for her in the lounge, where
she’d have to face him and their shared afternoon. She’d started by
using sex and foreplay as a distraction. A means of avoiding more
serious discussion that might lead to him telling her he needed to
return to L.A. But her deliberately seductive move had turned into
a completely emotional one for her.
She’d wanted to give to him in a way he
couldn’t possibly forget. She wanted to be indelibly etched in his
mind forever just as she knew that moment would be a permanent part
of her, heart
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