Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“It gets boring in the ER? I don’t believe you. Isn’t the ER the opposite of boring?”
I grin.
“Well, we live in rural Maine, so there aren’t that many people in our community. There aren’t that many emergencies either.”
“But you must get some patients everyday,” she argues.
“We do, but it’s the same thing over and over again,” I explain. “People come in with colds, fevers, broken bones, and allergic reactions, among other typical issues. Sometimes there are long stretches of time during the day or night that we don’t see a single patient.”
Her mouth falls open in shock. “I thought that the ER was just slow a few days ago, but maybe I was wrong. It’s empty that often?”
“Yes,” I affirm her suspicions.
“Wow,” she murmurs under her breath. “I guess I provided some entertainment for you a few days ago, then.”
I chuckle at her flirtatious comment and give her a wink that makes her blush. I stand to gather our finished plates, and come over to her side of the table. My chest grazes her upper arm and she glances at me expectantly, moistening her lips with her tongue. I lean forward, pushing her curly hair aside with a free hand with my lips brushing her ear gently.
“You certainly were a treat,” I whisper, my tongue darting between my lips to capture one of her ear lobes before nibbling gently.
She gasps in shock and pleasure at the warmth and wetness of my mouth, my tongue caressing her ear lobe tenderly and seductively. I bite down gently on the sensitive skin and she shudders in response, turning her body toward me and opening her legs so that I can angle myself between them.
I do so gladly, putting my plate down with a careless clatter on the island. My hands instinctively circle her waist and I pull her to the edge of the bar stool. I release her ear lobe and my lips travel down to her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking the delicate, smooth skin. Her hands go to my belt buckle, undoing it with trembling excitement. She unbuttons my pants and slips her hand inside, wrapping her fist around me.
I jerk in response, a shudder rolling through my body with a vengeance. I heave out a breath, the feel of her touching me nearly unbearable. I move from her neck to her lips, kissing her as she slowly starts to slide her hand up and down my length. Oh fuck, this feels so good. My kisses get deeper and more animalistic as she continues, my heartbeat accelerating with each stroke. I devour her, my tongue scouring every inch of her mouth like I’m dying of thirst and she’s water.
“You like it?” Olivia murmurs, squeezing gently on my shaft.
I let out a deep, heartfelt groan.
“I love it sweetheart. I more than love it. I need it.”
Then, I push her black dress up to her hips and she squirms a bit. I shoot her a questioning look, glancing down at her puffy and swollen lips.
She smirks seductively. “Aren’t you going to take it off?”
I certainly don’t need to be told twice.
I practically rip the dress off her body as she tugs my sweater over my head, revealing my naked torso. Her hands roam over my abdomen, feeling the ripples and ridges of my muscular abs, before traveling to my hair. She pulls on it gently and brings my mouth back to hers, our tongues tangoing with passion and desire.
Like a blind man, I move my hand from her waist to her core, expecting to feel the thin material of cloth between her legs as my fingers graze her slit. But when I sense nothing but wetness, my heart leaps and I throb with need.
No panties.
The realization drives me into a frenzy. I bite her lip as we kiss, sucking on her bottom lip ravenously with need and lust. She moans into my mouth as our lips reconnect, my fingers skimming her center, sampling that wetness again. She arches her back into me, but I frown against her lips when I realize that she still has a bra on. I work my free hand around her back and unclip her bra on the first attempt, the fabric falling to the floor silently. Her breasts are so full and luscious, silky smooth and perky that I reach even new heights of desire. I grasp one in my hand, cupping it lovingly. I feel her nipple harden against my palm and I nearly lose my mind.
“I have to have you,” I rasp. “Right now.”
She mewls and inhales, her breasts lifting.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “I’m yours.”
That does it. I pull away from Olivia and throw off my shoes and pants, uncaring where they land. I pause for a moment, drinking in her body, her skin without blemishes and her curves even more beautiful in the nude. I reach forward and grasp her hips, moving her forward to the edge of the stool and positioning my member to be in line with her center.