‘Not really.’
‘I find that hard to believe.’
Her expression was wry and full of some emotion Jay didn’t want to identify. He opened the door of the hotel and let her walk past him onto the sidewalk. A salt-tinged breeze from the ocean ruffled her hair. She pushed at the flying strands in a vain attempt to tuck them behind her ear.
He still wanted her. Five minutes of pussy time wasn’t enough. He wished he’d had time to lick up all her cream and make her come with just his mouth and tongue.
She took a step backward as if she sensed the lecherous direction of his thoughts. ‘Is it time to say goodbye or shall we get a drink somewhere?’
He took a moment to scope out the terrain. He had to touch her before they did anything else. Without speaking, he took her hand and led her back toward the hotel. To one side of the door was a shadowed niche. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her hungrily, his mouth demanding entrance, his hands lifting her against his aroused body.
She responded instantly, her hand in his hair, her mouth hot and eager beneath his. One of her legs curved around his thigh, opening herself to him. He took the invitation, grinding his cock against her pants-covered pussy until he feared he might come in his jeans.
When he finally pulled his mouth away, she was panting and straining against him. ‘Jay, come back to my apartment with me.’
He smiled at her husky demanding words. She still wanted to be the boss. ‘No.’
She bit down hard on her lip. He instantly wanted to worry the small swollen spot until it bled.
‘Remember, we agreed that would be tacky. And you don’t do tacky, Helen.’
She took a deep shuddering breath. ‘You’re right, I don’t.’
He kissed her gently on the lips. ‘Go home. Call me when you get there, OK?’
Jay walked her back to her car, kissed her once more and waved as she drove away. It wasn’t far to her apartment in Pacific Heights and for once the traffic was light. She was surprised to find herself sitting outside her house with no recollection of how she got there.
What had she eaten? She couldn’t remember anything except the taste of his mouth. All she could think about was his big hand cupping her sex and the way he’d made her come in the restroom.
She went into her bedroom, where Tiger was still fast asleep in the center of her discarded clothes. With a sigh, she pushed the whole heap onto the floor. Her clinic didn’t start until ten in the morning so she had plenty of time to clean up before she left for work.
She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her boots. Her body felt restless and unsatisfied. She half-wished Jay had taken her up on her idiotic suggestion to come home with her. Jay . . . She remembered the thrust of his fingers between her legs, the deliberately demanding caress of his thumb on her clit. She’d loved everything he’d done to her.
Her cellphone vibrated in her purse and she rushed to answer it. Sometimes it was the hospital needing her in immediately. She almost dropped the phone when she heard Jay’s distinctive drawl.
‘Are you home?’
‘I was just about to call you.’
‘Do you have a speakerphone?’
Helen frowned at her cellphone. ‘I do on my main line, why?’
‘Because there’s something I want to say to you and I want your entire attention when I say it.’
She gripped her cell so tightly it almost popped out of her hand. ‘I’ll call you back.’
It was difficult to dial the number because her hands were shaking so badly. He picked up before the first dial tone finished.
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m sitting on my bed.’
‘Put me on the speakerphone.’
Helen crawled across to the bedside table and punched the relevant button. Jay’s voice sounded louder and more confident as it filled the room.
‘Have you started to undress yet?’
A hot tremor of excitement settled in Helen’s stomach. ‘I’ve taken my boots off.’
‘Good. Take your jacket off
‘I find that hard to believe.’
Her expression was wry and full of some emotion Jay didn’t want to identify. He opened the door of the hotel and let her walk past him onto the sidewalk. A salt-tinged breeze from the ocean ruffled her hair. She pushed at the flying strands in a vain attempt to tuck them behind her ear.
He still wanted her. Five minutes of pussy time wasn’t enough. He wished he’d had time to lick up all her cream and make her come with just his mouth and tongue.
She took a step backward as if she sensed the lecherous direction of his thoughts. ‘Is it time to say goodbye or shall we get a drink somewhere?’
He took a moment to scope out the terrain. He had to touch her before they did anything else. Without speaking, he took her hand and led her back toward the hotel. To one side of the door was a shadowed niche. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her hungrily, his mouth demanding entrance, his hands lifting her against his aroused body.
She responded instantly, her hand in his hair, her mouth hot and eager beneath his. One of her legs curved around his thigh, opening herself to him. He took the invitation, grinding his cock against her pants-covered pussy until he feared he might come in his jeans.
When he finally pulled his mouth away, she was panting and straining against him. ‘Jay, come back to my apartment with me.’
He smiled at her husky demanding words. She still wanted to be the boss. ‘No.’
She bit down hard on her lip. He instantly wanted to worry the small swollen spot until it bled.
‘Remember, we agreed that would be tacky. And you don’t do tacky, Helen.’
She took a deep shuddering breath. ‘You’re right, I don’t.’
He kissed her gently on the lips. ‘Go home. Call me when you get there, OK?’
Jay walked her back to her car, kissed her once more and waved as she drove away. It wasn’t far to her apartment in Pacific Heights and for once the traffic was light. She was surprised to find herself sitting outside her house with no recollection of how she got there.
What had she eaten? She couldn’t remember anything except the taste of his mouth. All she could think about was his big hand cupping her sex and the way he’d made her come in the restroom.
She went into her bedroom, where Tiger was still fast asleep in the center of her discarded clothes. With a sigh, she pushed the whole heap onto the floor. Her clinic didn’t start until ten in the morning so she had plenty of time to clean up before she left for work.
She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her boots. Her body felt restless and unsatisfied. She half-wished Jay had taken her up on her idiotic suggestion to come home with her. Jay . . . She remembered the thrust of his fingers between her legs, the deliberately demanding caress of his thumb on her clit. She’d loved everything he’d done to her.
Her cellphone vibrated in her purse and she rushed to answer it. Sometimes it was the hospital needing her in immediately. She almost dropped the phone when she heard Jay’s distinctive drawl.
‘Are you home?’
‘I was just about to call you.’
‘Do you have a speakerphone?’
Helen frowned at her cellphone. ‘I do on my main line, why?’
‘Because there’s something I want to say to you and I want your entire attention when I say it.’
She gripped her cell so tightly it almost popped out of her hand. ‘I’ll call you back.’
It was difficult to dial the number because her hands were shaking so badly. He picked up before the first dial tone finished.
‘Where are you?’
‘I’m sitting on my bed.’
‘Put me on the speakerphone.’
Helen crawled across to the bedside table and punched the relevant button. Jay’s voice sounded louder and more confident as it filled the room.
‘Have you started to undress yet?’
A hot tremor of excitement settled in Helen’s stomach. ‘I’ve taken my boots off.’
‘Good. Take your jacket off
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