He leaves. Margeaux closes the door, then flops into the bed next to me. It’s almost too small for both of us, but we squeeze in close together. I immediately grab her hand, interlocking our fingers together, and push some of her hair behind her ear with my other hand. She slowly licks her lips, giving me a peek of her tongue piercing. I shift my hips, feeling my blood start to rush to my dick, and the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She wiggles her eyebrows at me, giving me a knowing look. She trails her fingernails with chipped black nail polish down my torso, sneaking underneath the thin blanket.
“What’s up, Doc?”
This woman.
I’ll sleep later.
36
MARGEAUX
I should letthe poor guy sleep. I mean, I let him shower. God knows he needed a deep cleaning. Now that everything is over and done, all the adrenaline is leaving my body and my body is craving…him.
“I need to kiss you, Beautiful,” he says, squeezing my hand more firmly.
Yes!
I don’t hesitate. I slam my mouth against his, our teeth knock together. Neither of us slow down our efforts. I swing my leg over his hip, straddling him, and both his hands go to my hips.
“I thought you left me,” I whisper against his lips. “When I didn’t hear from you. I thought you decided I was the wrong person for you. I’m so sorry.”
I don’t want us to have any secrets. Being around him makes me want to confess every thought and notion I’ve ever had. I want him to know all of me, and I only hope he feels the same way.
He reaches for both my hands, holding me close to him. He starts kissing my neck and it has me grinding down on his firming hard on.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d come for me, or miss me. I don’t haveanyonein my life that would miss me if something happened,” he admits, and his raw honesty turns me on even more.
“I’ve missed you since you got back on a plane to Paramount.I’ll miss you,” I promise.
“Fuck, Beautiful. Kiss me again, please.”
Always. I’ll never deny this guy kisses. I hope that message is coming through clearly as our tongues glide against each other. I start rocking my hips again and his thick length is making perfect contact with my clit. I’m so close to ripping off my leggings to feel him more thoroughly. Fuck it.
I stop our kiss and shove my leggings off, wearing just a thin, black thong.
“Fuuuuuck me,” he groans.
“Planning to. Didn’t think seeing you in a hospital gown would turn me on, but I’m not hating this look on you, Doc.”
He laughs and proceeds to pull the gown off and tosses it across the room.
“Mmm. I like this look even better.” I focus on his dark chest hair, and lean arms. His upper body is covered in bruises and he’s too nice of a guy to look so rough and beaten.
“Seeing you tackle that crazy woman, then wrestle her into a stronghold was such a turn on, Beautiful. You’re so strong and powerful.”
I straddle him again, spitting on my hand and rubbing it up and down his thick cock.
“Fuck yes! Spit on it. Get my cock nice and wet for you, Beautiful.”
I love dirty talking Jon. He’s so naughty and gruff. My body shivers seeing this nerdy doctor revealing this secret dark side of himself. I’m so into it.
“You know what else was sexy?” I ask him as I hover my mouth over his dick and spit a thick trail of saliva on his tip, earning a lust-filled groan.
“What, Beautiful? Tell me.”
I massage my spit and his precum all around his dick, not like I’m not already plenty wet, but I’m loving how filthy we’re getting. I situp, he tugs my thong to the side, revealing my slick pussy to him and I hover over his tip, rubbing it against my wet slit.
“Seeing you holding a knife and threatening that woman. Fuck, Doc. I was ready to drop to my knees and suck your dick while you got all murderous.”
