Greg didn’t respond, but his tongue became more rigid and glided around her hardened nub faster until she splintered. She shouted her climax as her body convulsed. Greg placed firm hands on her hips to keep her lower body still. Sweet man, worried about her stitches.
After the last tremor faded, her head came up—feeling heavy like lead—to look down at him. He was still kneeling between her legs. She could only see him from lips up.
“You know I’m supposed to be on bedrest right?” she teased.
Greg stood and climbed up the bed and rested next to her. He was bare waist up with only a pair of shorts on. He looked like he had been working out. A light sheen of sweat covered his torso and hairline. “Well, you are in bed, and you were resting at the time.”
He did have a point there.
She hated she couldn’t make love to him right now. Zoe loved the feel of him thrusting into her. Feeling him close to her. It was only for a few weeks. They could be inventive until she got the all clear.
“Well, in that case.” Zoe reached down and slid her hands under the elastic of his shorts and gripped him.
“Zoe…” It was a warning, but his tone came out husky. He was already hard and ready for her.
“What?” she asked innocently. “I’m using my right hand. I’m not pulling at my stitches.”
“You don’t play fair.” He thrust into her hand when she didn’t do more than grip him.
“I never have.” Her hand started moving up and down at a slow and torturous pace.
His hand slipped back between her legs. “Turnabout is fair play.”
They worked each other in tandem. Her strokes were gentle but firm. He took his leisure. Swirling his thumb around her clit before driving two fingers inside of her and then playing with her clit again.
Greg thrust faster into her hand. She’d been so focused on her own pleasure that she’d stopped stroking him. She reapplied herself to make sure they came together.
“Shit, that feels good.”
“Hmm,” she mirrored.
“I’m coming,” he warned.
“Me too. Together.” They came together, calling each other’s name. Ropes of hot cum spurted across her belly.
Greg got out of bed and came back moments later with a warm washcloth and cleaned her up before discarding it and lying back in bed. Greg pulled her close, resting her head against his chest. He kept his hand low on her waist to avoid her injury and rubbed idle circles along her hip. It felt perfect.
“I can’t wait until bedrest is over,” he mumbled.
“It’s not all bad.” Point being what had just happened.
“You won’t hear me complain.” Greg’s hand stilled. “Just curious, how long are planning on staying?”
“Trying to kick me out already?” she tried joking, though she knew what he meant.
“Never,” he quickly denied.
Greg had offered to let her stay in his apartment while she mended. Her work was giving her medical leave for the next two months. She’d already told her boss her plans for what she wanted to do after. He wasn’t happy but understood.
Zoe had had enough undercover work. She was ready for something else.
“I plan on finishing my recoup here.”
“And afterward?” he pressed.
Zoe noted the hesitation in his eyes. The fear. He worried that she was going to go back home and forget all about him. Silly man. “I’ve already given my boss my letter of resignation. I don’t know—” Greg didn’t let her finish. He leaned down and kissed her.
Their tongues danced and dueled. His hand that had been on her hip came up to stroke her face. The other gripped the back of her head, holding a fistful of hair. Her side pulled a little, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but being in Greg’s arms.
