Page 85 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Aren’t you a little curious?” I asked and turned into his arms. “Like, just a little bit curious? Seven or eight inches of curious?” I pushed.

He shook his head and kissed the tip of my nose. “I give zero fucks.”

“Ugh.”

Will just laughed and pinched my ass. “Guess what?”

“You’re going to let me measure your penis?” I asked hopefully.

He shook his head. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Ugh.”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Maybe…just maybe…after dinner…I’ll let your tight little cunt measure my dick.”

“Ugh…Fine,” I said on a sigh, but on the inside, I shivered. Man, he gives good dirty talk. He chuckled.

“Now that’s the spirit!” A sharp spank to my ass punctuated his excitement.

I probably would’ve forced the issue more had it not been for the garlic bread…and the fettuccini alfredo…and the cheesecake…and the sex…

A girl could only hold out for so long when carbs and sugar and hot sex were involved.

And her heart can’t hold out at all when Will Cummings is involved.

God, she’s stunning.

I pulled her lips to mine and ran across the seam of them with my tongue. She moaned, a hot puff of air moving from her mouth to mine as she did, and immediately, my dick jumped at the thought of that kind of warmth around it.

Apparently, we were on the same page, pure joy breaking out like a fucking virus inside my chest and spreading until it filled all of the cavities as she sank to her knees and nipped at the rough fabric of my jeans covering my pulsing dick. She was in some mood.

Mental note: Make pasta alfredo and garlic bread for Melody at least once a week.

I wasn’t sure if that really had anything to do with how feisty she was at the moment, or if it had more to do with the three glasses of wine she’d consumed with it. But good God almighty, I thought as she looked up at me from under her lashes, the ends of her lips curling up with mischief. I was more than willing to repeat everything about today ritualistically, just in case.

“God, Mel,” I whispered and she giggled. Just the soft rasp of internal laughter, but I felt it all the way inside my bones. Her eyes danced in the low light of my living room lamp, and her mouth already looked tortured from the moments we’d spent making out as we sat cuddled on the couch in a post-meal-consumption haze.

It wasn’t hard to imagine all of that hair and the hum of her laughter wrapped around my cock as she looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes.

Shit. I wasn’t even sure I’d survive it.

Still, it was more than worth the risk.

I reached down to unbutton my jeans, but she shoved my hands away, looked up sexily, bit her lip, and shook her head playfully. “Uh-uh. That’s my job.”

Christ. My dick throbbed at the authority in her voice. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a beta personality—in fact, not at all—but fuck me sideways, the pure carnality and confidence of her tone put me on the path to climax.

Undoing the button and pulling my zipper down with a rasp, she licked her lips, reached straight into my boxers, and grabbed on to my dick with a nice, firm squeeze.

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

Skin to skin, she started to stroke slowly, squeezing harder and giving two soft pumps at the bottom every third pass. My hips rocked in tune with her, striving to get deeper, closer…wetter.

“Fuck, Mel,” I groaned. “Suck it. Put it in that fucking sweet mouth of yours and swallow it deep.”

She didn’t hesitate to do as she was told, opening her mouth wide, rounding her lips, and sucking until her chin brushed my balls.

Instantly, and without warning, a tingle shot up my spine, and I had to close my eyes to stave off a premature climax. I wanted to savor this—savor her. Watch her eat me alive like I was her last and favorite meal.