“Pull out.”
The voice is so cold, my skin crawls.
Bobby stops moving. “What?”
Eli emerges from the shadows, his tie loose around his neck, champagne bottle still in hand. “Pull. Out. She’s not on birth control.”
“Back off, Morelli,” Doc says, his heavy shaft twitching in my mouth. “This isn’t your fuck.”
“Don’t,” Bobby pants. “It’s okay. January, let go of Doc.”
I obey and the second my mouth is free, Bobby lifts me off him.
“On all fours,” Doc says, grabbing my hair. “Basher’s gonna come all over your cunt.”
I kneel and in seconds, the broad head of Bobby’s cock rubs against my clit.
Doc taps a finger to my mouth. “Open wide.”
I let him fill my throat and the second I start sucking, Bobby’s rhythm goes ragged. “Fuck you’re such a good girl,” he pants. “You’resuch a good girl.”
Warm liquid runs down my folds and I smile around Doc’s penis.
“You liked that, huh?” Doc says, working himself into my mouth. “You ready for the next one?”
“Give her a second,” Bobby breathes. “Let her rest.”
With a curse, Doc withdraws, allowing me to collapse. Bobby climbs off the table and heads for the ornate dresser. He pulls out a cloth napkin, wiping his ridged abdomen before returning to me. “Is it okay if I clean you with this?”
“Of course,” I say and maybe I’m still dazed from my second orgasm, because I add, “I really like you, Bobby.”
His brown eyes crinkle. “I really love you, January.”
My chest swells like a balloon. I want to say it back, but Doc is pulling me up by my hair. “We can do all the feelings shit later. Take a seat, Basher. It’s my turn.”
“Fair,” Bobby says, giving me the napkin.
As I clean myself, he and Doc catch each other’s eyes.
“Nice work, Bassilotta,” Doc says, holding out a hand.
To my amazement, Bobby takes it. “Thanks.”
They let go quickly but their show of affection almost brings tears to my eyes. Everything could be okay between us. Better than okay.
Then Doc rounds on me, his blue eyes sparking with lust. “Okay, let’s see what we have here.”
He steers me back onto the table and moves between my legs, a lazy smile on his face. He slides a fingertip inside me, making me tremor. It feels huge.
“I thought losing my virginity would make this easier,” I say. “But everything down there’s gone tight again.”
“That’s normal,” he says in that calm voice that makes me think he’s a doctor. He withdraws from me, examining his finger. “Well, I never, Miss January…”
“What?” Bobby says from his seat near the table. “Is she hurt?”
“She’s fine,” Doc shows me a dark red stain. “Check this out.”
I flush. “It’s not time for my period.”
