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Page 35 of Doctor Holliday

“Me, too.”

Keaton cupped her chin in his hand and tipped her head to press his lips over hers. Assuming he would touch her breasts, she mewled in surprise, pleasure, when he dipped the fingers of his free hand between her legs.

“You’re soaked.”

“I have been,” she whispered over his lips.

“Can I kiss you here?”

Rather than answer him, Lucy hooked her fingers in the thong and eased it over her hips. She turned in his arms and lowered the panties, taking his hand as she gingerly stepped out of them.

“You know what I really want?” She flicked her tongue over the center of his lips.

“What?”

“I want you to do everything you want to me.” She took his hands and laid them on her breasts. Her nipples hardened when he pinched her ever-so-lightly. “Touch me. Look at me. Put your mouth on me. Anywhere. Everywhere.”

Eyes locked with his, she reached behind her back to unhook her bra and shimmied out of it.

“And then,” she ducked her chin to watch him cup her bare breasts. “I want this. Inside me.” She stroked her fingers over his cock, straining at the zipper of his trousers. “Hard and deep. And slow. I want to feel every stroke, Keaton. Every inch of you filling me.”

“Careful.” He thumbed her nipples. “You keep talking to me in that buttery voice, and I’m gonna come in my pants.”

“Kiss me.” She reached for him, cupped the back of his head in her hand, and brushed her lips over his cheek as she directed his mouth to her breast. “Take me, Keaton.”

Chapter 16

Friday,December 15th

Keaton

Lucy’s body was aflame under his touch. His hands roamed with greed but also tenderness. He stroked and pinched and played, always listening, always attuned to her pleasure. Lying sideways over his bed, in nothing but the boots, she was a wet dream. Keaton played her body like an instrument, giving her everything to lead her over the edge.

He hoped she had lost count of the orgasms, that his touch, his kiss, had rendered her speechless, paralyzed with pleasure. With her head tipped back and her eyes closed, she panted as she moved with him and soared over him.

She watched him undress and roll on a condom, and then they were tangled in the sheets. Keaton drove her over the edge again and again, making sure she felt every stroke, just as she had asked. When her body quivered beneath him, and she looped her arms around the back of his neck, he gave in to his own pleasure and let the thrilling release take him under. He ducked his headto rest on her shoulder, pressed his lips to her neck, and basked in the aftermath of the orgasm.

“Thirty-three condoms left,” she whispered.

Keaton snorted softly and lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

“I might need a little recovery time, Dr. Holliday.”

“Need me to revive you? A little mouth to mouth, maybe?”

He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“I think you did whip, by the way.” She grinned.

“No nay-nay?” He smoothed his fingers over her face, as thrilled to study her cheekbones, her lips, her dark eyes that now glittered with satisfaction, as he had been moments before to study her curves.

“There mighta been a nay-nay,” she confessed with a laugh.

“Mm-hmm. Pretty sure that was you.”

“Might’ve been.”

“Are you cold?” He moved his hand, touching the goosebumps on her arm, over her belly.




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