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Confusion and frustration flashed over Josh’s face as he lifted himself onto his elbows to frown at me as I stood. In that thrilling silence, I turned my back and tucked my fingers beneath the band of my sports bra to tug it over my head. I heard Josh choke on a breath and struggle to sit up fully so he wouldn’t miss an inch of the flesh I was baring to him.
Tossing the neon-pink fabric to my left, I dipped my thumbs beneath the waistband of my leggings and slowly slipped them down my legs, giving Josh the perfect view. Once they joined my bra, I glanced playfully at Josh over my shoulder and sauntered over to his parallel bars, which I’d insisted he install to help him get used to walking normally again.
When I faced him again to lean back against the cylindrical wood, I noticed gleefully that he had already pulled himself to stand and was now carefully shuffling over to me without the use of his cane. “I see you just needed the proper motivation,” I teased, remembering how even just yesterday Josh had complained when I tried to get him to take a few steps without external assistance.
His broad frame towered intimidatingly over mine and as he tugged at my panties, he grunted, “want to see if I can fuck you like a man should, Red.” Elastic popped against my skin as he tore the flimsy fabric from me, leaving me completely naked with a shocked look electrifying my face at his actions.
Dropping the tatters of my underwear behind him, Josh placed his hands on either side of me and leaned in, whispering, “Seems you can’t control yourself either…thought you were going to leave me here with a hard-on and nothing to remedy it, sweetheart.”
“I think that would mean I wasn’t worthy of my medical degree,” I joked quietly, fluttering my eyes closed as Josh leaned in to nip at my neck. “Can’t have my patient uncared-for, can I?”
His hips ground against my womanhood in response, making my thighs shake with want. “Hold on tight,” Josh growled in my ear, and I barely had enough time to grip the bar before he was hoisting my legs around his waist.
With both his hands occupied, one supporting me and the other clutching the bar, Josh stared at me expectantly and I smirked as my palms traced down his chest before slipping beneath his sweatpants. My wicked fingers immediately danced over Josh’s manhood, making him groan as I gave his length a firm tug. Right hand skimming even lower to play with his heavy balls, I let Josh press my ass against the parallel bars as he struggled to remain upright.
“Stop fuckin’ teasing me,” he grunted, jaw set tight as it clicked shut to stifle another moan when his hard flesh throbbed at my touch.
I grinned triumphantly, green eyes sparkling with pride, and obliged Josh, pulling him out and marveling at how his pulsing length bobbed against his stomach. He must have felt my ankles lock around him, a silent acknowledgement that I could keep myself up once I placed my hands back on the bar, because as soon as my hands were off of him, Josh’s left hand flew from my ass to wrap around my throat.
“Are you done messing around, Red?” he asked, voice deeper than before. “Gonna be a good girl while I take what’s mine?”
I didn’t dare remind him that I couldn’t be his, no, not when he smiled licentiously at my immediate nod. Removing his steady grip from my throat—a loss which made me whine petulantly, earning me a severe look—Josh took himself in hand and slid the tip of his manhood from my clitoris all the way down my slit, gathering wetness as he went.
Then, with his lust-blackened gaze on my glistening flesh, he thrust in completely, shoving a whimper from my parted lips. Even though he was injured, Josh set a quick pace, forcing arousal from deep within me to coat the fine red hairs between my legs.
As he parted those strawberry-colored curls to rub tight circles into the bundle of nerves at the tip of my sex, Josh’s eyes roved over my writhing form, seemingly amused at the way my arms shook as I clung to the parallel bars. He pressed into me even further, brushing his chestnut locks against my cheek as he purred, “Feels amazing, doesn’t it, Amelia? Breaking the rules?”
I knew he meant something more amorous than “breaking the rules,” but I agreed breathily all the same, hiding my true intentions as well. “Y-yes, Josh! Wanna have youhereforever!” Clenching around him purposefully, I threw my head back at how that made him feel even bigger inside me while Josh huffed something under his breath.
Before I could ask him what he’d said, my orgasm overtook me and I arched wantonly, pressing my breasts against Josh’s hairy chest. Our sweat mingled intimately as I milked him with my release, drawing his own out and forcing Josh’s balls to pull up tight. Out of necessity, he withdrew rapidly, his length spitting white strings of his seed across my torso.
There was a moment of stillness, a wordless recognition of our lack of self-discipline, and then Josh stepped back. I winced as I touched the ground again, already feeling the aching bruises inflicted by the bars, and avoided his gaze as I gathered my clothes.
When we were presentable again, Josh turned to me and said, “Was that too much?” There was hesitance in his voice, like he thought he was solely to blame for our inability to keep from repeating the same mistake.
Swallowing my own humiliation, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “No, Josh. That was wonderful.”
He smiled at that and a momentary relief washed over us as we slowly walked back to where we were stretching earlier. After helping Josh back to the ground and adjusting his position minorly, I lay next to him. To hide my disappointment, I joked, “Think you can still do hip thrusts after that, Old Man?”
Josh snorted humorlessly. “Don’t make me give you a repeat performance, Red.”
Chapter Eleven
Joshua
WhenI’dtoldAmeliaI needed her from my vulnerable position on the floor, it had been unintentional. I’d been so careful about not instigating anything with her, other than the usual flirtatiousness we shared, but when I saw her gazing at me with her hands placed so carefully on my body, I couldn’t help myself. Every beat of my heart had been hers since the beginning and I felt compelled by a higher power for Amelia to know that I still wanted her.
It was selfish, clearly, to let this young woman fall in love with a guy like me, who was obviously having some kind of midlife crisis. And yet, as I’d predicted that day in my office, the side of me that feared death won.
Now, there was nothing I could do to stop myself whenever Amelia blew a kiss at me from across the pool, clad in the tiniest white bikini I’d ever seen. Or when I smelled her hair, which seemed to be decorated with thousands of invisible flowers, as we cuddled on the couch late at night.
Even though she had made it clear she didn’t want anything serious with me because of the professional side of our relationship, neither of us could resist the other. A part of me wanted to grasp her by the shoulders and tell her that we were being foolish, that I had to have someone like her in my lifenow. But the other part of me, the part that was afraid of rejection and Laila finding out and a thousand other what-ifs, wouldn’t let me say anything more than, “I need you.”
It was soul-crushing to think that by the end of the year, we might not mean anything to each other.
When Anthony heard about this development, he seemed satisfied. “Dude, that’s a step in the right direction. If this is really meant to be, you and Amelia will have all the time in the world to rekindle your romance.”
I sighed, shifting my shoulder slightly to rebalance my phone against my ear as I typed out edits on a publishing contract with both hands. “I just feel so lost, Tony. We’re not getting any younger and yet, I’ve come to learn how to enjoy the bachelor lifestyle. And on top of that, the one girl I would be willing to give up that freedom for is insisting that we can’t date until I’m not her patient anymore.”
