Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Okay, I text him back. See you for dinner tonight. Should be home by 9 p.m.
Looking forward to it, he replies. A lot.
Me too, Reed. Me too.
And because the weight is off and the awkwardness has been alleviated, I feel a wave of friskiness wash over me. I hesitate for only a moment before I write, And I’m not averse to spanking. Let me know if I actually need to do something to earn it.
I chew on my lip nervously while I await his response. When I get it, I’m well rewarded.
My palm is already twitching, Doc. Get ready.
God…the rest of this shift is going to go by so slowly now.
Chapter 11
Reed
“Hey, Josie,” I murmur as my hand caresses her backside. Her skin is red with my handprint.
She gives a tiny grunt and pushes her ass backward in perhaps a plea for another slap. My lips twitch, as does my palm.
I do nothing, though, but stroke the warmth there. “Ever think when we first met that night you knocked on my door that you’d be on your hands and knees with me lodged deep inside of you?”
Another grunt and she pushes back again.
“Or that I’d spank that pretty ass because you wanted me to?” I continue to tease her.
“Will you just move or do something?” Josie snaps irritably, and I laugh. Moving my hands to her hips so I can hold her tight and in place, I give her what she wants.
And it’s fucking good.
I thrust in and out of her with long, deep strokes, admiring the redness on her ass. I never would have taken her for that type, mainly because she possesses so much self-confidence and control and you have to give that up just a tiny bit if you want to get spanked. You have to accept the pain and work your way through it to get to the pleasure part.
So fucking good.
Josie’s head hangs and the sounds coming out of her are almost animalistic. It makes me drive in a little harder, and then she starts throwing herself back onto me. We’re back in my bed again, and the headboard is making music with the wall. I’ll admit I hate she fucking heard that from the other side of the wall in her bedroom. Perhaps I can drive those memories out of her existence the more she and I fuck.
Slipping a hand to her front side, I press a finger to her clit. Josie’s back hunches and she groans.
“Just like that, Reed,” she mumbles almost incoherently. Good thing I’m getting very used to her body and the signs she gives as she closes in on an orgasm.
I rub her faster, thrust in so deep my ass muscles clench hard, and the minute I feel her contract around me as she starts to come, it’s all over for me. I bark out a curse word or five as I grind into her, feeling the pleasure sweep through me in wave after wave of pure bliss. It seems like it goes on forever, both of us trembling through the quakes. I’m lost to the feeling, and yet so incredibly in tune with Josie’s body it’s almost surreal.
After a few moments, after I get my breath back and my body seems to want to work again, I pull out of her. She sighs with repletion and drops down to the mattress on her stomach. “You destroyed me, Olson.”
Chuckling, I scoot back on the bed, lean over to brush my lips across the red streaks on her ass. “Feeling’s mutual.”
Josie doesn’t move or make a sound, so I roll off the bed and dispose of the condom in my bathroom. When I walk back in, she’s still in the same spot and I can tell immediately that she’s asleep.
I smile and shake my head, veering away from the bed to my dresser. Taking out a pair of sweatpants, I watch Josie for a moment as she slumbers. I know she’s exhausted after being on her feet for twelve-plus hours handling emergency after emergency.
I’d had dinner ready for her when she came over. She’d stopped by her place first for a shower and came in with no makeup and hair still wet. She was pure Josie in a pair of baggy cargo pants and a tank top without a bra underneath, and that was sexy as fuck. I’d ordered Chinese and had it all laid out. We talked about her day, and it never fails to thrill me the things that she can do. She’s a jack of all trades when it comes to medicine, needing to be able to diagnose and stabilize, often in pressure-filled situations where time is of the essence. I can’t even imagine having the responsibility of someone’s life in my hands like that, and yet she seems to be able to leave it all behind. She talks openly and often with humor about her work. But I’ve also seen her bear the burden of death too when her skills just don’t make a difference.