Page 3 of Doctor’s Orders

I blow out a breath. “Maybe.”

He closes the distance between us and cages me in against the pool table.

“You’ve lost some of your bravado, sugar. I won’t make you do anything. You can turn around and leave right now, if that’s what you want.” He leans back, giving me the space to move away from him if I want to. When I don’t, his lips quirk. “I want you to stay. I’m dying to get my hands and mouth on your thick curves.”

Instead of answering or thinking anymore, I pull off my shirt and toss it on the table behind me, then do the same with my jeans.

“Goddamn you’re gorgeous, Liz. Fucking breathtaking.”

His hands grip me at my waist, then he lifts me to the table.

You’ve had me hard as a pipe since you walked into that bar.”

I lick my lips. “I’ve been wet since I first saw you,” I admit.

“Lay back,” he says.

I do as I’m told and now my butt is elevated higher than my back because it’s perched on the edge of the table.

“Let’s spread these thighs and take a look,” he says. He parts my knees, placing one of my feet against his chest. Then his eyes home in on my panties.

“You are soaked,” he says. He swipes a finger over my needy core and even with my panties acting as a barrier, his touch still makes me moan.

“You keep doing that. Moan and tell me what you like. Call my name, whatever you need to do. You can make as much noise as you want.”

Why is that so hot?

“Graham,” I say his name. “Touch me. Please.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

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Graham

My fucking mouth is watering.

The wet spot on the front of her panties is a siren’s call to me. I want to bury my face there and breathe her in. I swipe my thumb across the damp spot and she arches off the table and moans. Her responsiveness is already addictive.

“Your body deserves to be worshipped,” I say. I run my hand down the center of her body; through the bra-covered cleavage of her big tits, across the softness of her belly. “But I realized I need to do one crucial thing before we truly get started.” I grip the fabric between her breasts and tug her back up.

Her blue eyes are wide and she stares up at my face. “What is it?”

“This.” I cradle her face, then brush my lips against hers. I intend for the kiss to be swift so I can move back between her luscious thighs. But when she sighs against my mouth, I need more. I slant my mouth and devour her, slicking my tongue against hers. She meets me taste for taste, breath for breath. Her hands snake around my neck and her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me closer to her.

I want to eat her whole, then go back for seconds.

We make out like that, our bodies flush together, our lips and tongues in perfect rhythm. My erection gets even harder and it feels like my dick is going to drill through my jeans to get to her. I reach between our bodies to undo my belt and lower my zipper, giving my cock a little breathing room.

She moves her body, dragging me even closer to her. I feel the wet heat of her pussy through my boxers. Christ, this woman is going to kill me. She grinds herself on me as we continue to kiss. I grip her hips, loving the fullness of her in my hands. She’s perfectly plump and lush, the way a woman should be.

Her movements against me become more erratic and I’m pretty sure she’s about to make herself come. I just need to make sure she doesn’t make me come at the same time. I want to do that inside of her with her pussy gripping my dick.

I pull back from our kiss because I’m desperate to watch her. To see her blue eyes go hazy with lust. See the flush of arousal redden her creamy pale skin.

Her eyes meet mine. Her lips part.