She forced herself into stillness and dropped her gaze. A beautiful man lay spread underneath her, his body tight with passion. He stared at her like she was the most gorgeous, delicious woman in existence. She was drowning in him, unable to remember any partner ever giving her such rapt attention.
And then his hand flicked her clit. He shoved his hips forward and rational thought dissolved. Spasms shook her, and she shrieked, “More!”
He obliged by increasing his pace, filling her as she shuddered and grabbed at him from the inside. She went over the cliff, but he pulled her down to him in a savage kiss. He tensed, letting her know he was sharing in her orgasm.
Danica relaxed by degrees, wondering if her head had just blown off. How had she put up with indifferent sex during college and law school when she could have had this? So what if he was five-ish years or more younger than her. He didn’t seem to mind. He was fun and sarcastic and easily by far the best lay she’d ever had.
He made no move to separate and held her close. After several minutes of cuddling, he nuzzled her ear and kissed her. “Thank you for inviting me over for breakfast.”
“You invited yourself.”
“No, I invited myself to your table. You invited me over for breakfast. And you haven’t fed me.”
“I didn’t feed you food yet. I do recall someone happily munching carpet not so long ago.” If she fed him, would he stay?
“A breakfast of champions worth repeating,” he volunteered. He licked her neck. “Now I gather my things and go?”
She rubbed her breasts on his chest. “No. In fact, I’ll hold your clothes hostage when I throw them in the wash. You’re staying here, naked.”
“I can definitely do that. Naked?”
“I might have a tube sock that might fit you.” She glanced down at his member, which hardened against her thigh. “Or maybe not.”
He tossed the old condom and grabbed another one. “I know right where it will fit.” He spread her legs and re-entered her with no friction. “If you kidnap me, I might not want to leave.”
“Then stay,” she purred as he laved her nipple with his tongue. She was going to let him do anything he wanted if he planned on spending his time getting her off.
“This is my Golden Weekend with no shifts. I can be your cabana boy and peel your grapes.” He used his position to penetrate her deeper.
“Cabana boy?” She met his thrust with one of her own.
“Yep, if I’m a hostage here, I’ll need to make my own fun, which would be playing games with you.” He kissed her again and whispered, “Imagine if I tied you to this bed… spread-eagled.”
“Promise?”
“Hell yes.” He drove into her deeper, eliciting a scream. “I might have Stockholm Syndrome and return after my ER shift on Monday.”
“Monday could work,” she agreed, climbing closer to orgasm. “I’ll have to check my calendar. Might have to be a different day.”
“How about every day?” He pushed her legs toward her shoulders, changing the angle.
“Every day?” she whimpered because every movement pushed her higher.
“You have no idea how many fantasies I had about you. Wanna try them?” He withdrew and poised right above her needy body.
Danika licked her lips and surrendered with only a tiny amount of fight. “I do… but I’ll pick the times for the booty call.”
“Good girl,” he said and filled her again. Pretty soon they were both coming their hearts out.
When he wrapped his arms around her and dozed off, she realized she’d agreed to invite him over nightly, essentially guaranteeing an exclusive relationship.
She was a few years out of practice, but this didn’t qualify as a booty call. Or friends with benefits.
Too fucking bad. Professionally, she’d reached the top of her game. Why the hell would she turn down the opportunity to eke every drop of ecstasy from a young stud in her bed?
Hell, yeah.
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