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“Okay.” I unfastened the small pearl buttons and slipped my blouse from my shoulders.
“Christ, you have no bra on underneath your shirt, Cheri.”
“I’m perky enough that I don’t need to wear one.”
“Perky, huh? Perhaps I should be the judge of that.” Andrew reached around to cup both my breasts. He pinched one nipple hard. “These are pretty damn perky. How about if I massage these for a while instead of your neck?”
Simon stopped reading. “Wait. So that was an option? I only got to rub your neck?”
I elbowed him in the ribs, and he chuckled while speaking. “Let me ask you, does this thing have a word search feature?”
“The e-reader? Yes, why?”
“Do you ever just search for cock or tits and skip right to the good parts?”
“No! You think I read it for the sex…but I need the full story. I can’t just jump into that stuff without any build up. That would be like having sex without any touching first—no foreplay.”
“I rather like the thought of having sex without actual touching first.”
“You would. You’re a man.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It takes less to…you know…get you off. You can pretty much put it in any hole and get the job done.”
“If that were true, I’d be home with Miss Kitty right about now, wouldn’t I?”
“I guess…”
“Men need foreplay as much as women. It just doesn’t have to be an actual act of touching for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Foreplay can be the way a woman looks.” Simon’s eyes dropped to my body. “The way her mouth moves.” His gaze flickered to my lips. “With the right woman, I could be dreaming about what it might feel like to have her painted lips on me the entire time we’re sharing a meal. It could even be in a crowded restaurant. By the time I’m done with dinner—I’ve had all the foreplay I can take, and I’m ready to get down to business.”
I swallowed. “But what about the woman? What’s her foreplay?”
“With the right person, it’s the same.” His gaze returned to meet mine. “If the chemistry is there, if there’s a mutual attraction and she’s watching me watch her, just knowing what I’m thinking can be foreplay. I drive her home. Neither of us speaks. Tension builds. Then we shag right up against the door the minute we walk in because we can’t control ourselves anymore.”
God, it was warm in the house. I felt like fanning myself. “I think maybe you could write one of my books, Simon.”
“Ah. That sounds like a challenge. Don’t be surprised if I jot some sexy scenes down on my prescription pad and slip them under your bedroom door. You can tell me if what I prescribe works better than your books.”
“You’re crazy enough that I wouldn’t put it past you.”
Simon lifted the e-reader. “Where were we? I need to brush up on my sex scene writing.”
“I think he was giving her a massage.”
“Ah, yes. Nipple pinching.” His finger scanned the page of the tablet, stopping half way down the page. “Here we go.”
I bent my head back offering Andrew my mouth as he kneaded my aching breasts. His tongue tasted like the whiskey he’d been drinking over dinner. Whiskey and Andrew—it was a combination that really worked for me. He broke the kiss, walked around from behind, and began unbuckling his belt directly in front of me. Sitting, I was eye level to his thick bulge. “You know what I’ve been thinking about all night?”
“What?”
“How good it would feel to slide my cock in between your perky tits. I bet you’re wet right now. I’m going to put my fingers inside of you, coat my hand with your juices and rub it between those tits before I pump my cock in and out. How does that sound, Bridget?”
Bridget? Did he just say Bridget, or was I hearing things?
Simon cleared his throat again. After a long pause he started to speak, only his voice was heavier and gravelly. “Yes, please, Andrew. Please.”
Licking my lips, I unzipped his pants. I was so needy that I couldn’t even waste the time to lower them. Instead, I tugged on the waistband of his dark boxer briefs and slipped my hand inside. Simon was hard as a rock when I wrapped my fingers around his thick arousal.
I’d thought he was teasing me the second time. “Simon and Bridget. Very cute, Dr. Hogue. You had me there for a second. I thought I’d imagined it the first time.”
Simon turned to face me. His face wasn’t playful like it normally was. “Huh?”
I squinted. “When you called the heroine Bridget instead of Cheri and the hero Simon instead of Andrew?”
He blinked a few times. “Yes. Uh. You caught me.” Simon stood abruptly. “I think that’s enough reading for tonight.”
I was confused at the sudden turn of events...until…I looked forward while Simon was standing and noticed a considerable bulge.
