Page 48 of Dr. Sexypants

Chapter Twelve

Justin

She placed a pod in the coffee maker, and I moved in behind her to growl in her ear, “Did someone say Round Two?” as my hand slipped under my t-shirt she was still wearing.

I was delighted to find she hadn’t put on any panties before my caress traveled north to cup her braless tits in both my hands.

“Can I have my coffee first?”

I chuckled as I kneaded her breasts. “I respect a woman with priorities.”

She turned in my embrace to face me and wrapped her hands around my neck while my hands moved to her bare ass.

“Don’t get me wrong, orgasms rank high on the priority list. But I smelled your coffee when I came down the stairs, so now I need my caffeine fix.”

“Can I feel you up while you wait for it to brew?”

The corner of her mouth hitched before she turned back around and wiggled her ass against my junk. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

I buried my face in her neck to breathe in her scent at the same time I pressed my hardon against her backside and gently pinched her nipples and fondled her boobs.

I was in full-grope mode.

She let out a quiet moan while bringing her hand back and entwining my hair in her fingers.

Skimming my right hand down her stomach, past her hip and strip of pubic hair, I traced the wet seam between her legs.

Kristy pressed against my hand when I touched her clit then rubbed it in slow circles.

I whispered in her ear, “You sure your coffee can’t wait?”

“I can always microwave it.”

Chapter Thirteen

Kristy

That was twice I’d told myself I was going to make sure Justin came first, and each time I’d folded like a cheap suit.

I loved that he knew exactly how to touch me to get me off, but I hated how quickly I’d bent to his will.

The last part was a lie, but I was sticking to my story, nonetheless.

With my mug of warmed-up coffee in hand, I sat down across from him at the kitchen table and opened my laptop.

“I’m not trying to be rude, but I have to do some work for about an hour.”

I’d made a few trades yesterday when I’d come home to check on Dora, but I preferred to trade in the morning when the NYSE first opened, and then I’d monitor the market throughout the day and make any additional trades right before the exchange closed.

“No problem; I’ll get out of your hair.”

I felt a tinge of disappointment that he was leaving, then he suggested, “Why don’t you and Dora come over for lunch, then we can take her to the dog park before I have to head to the hospital.”

“She’s not allowed at the dog park anymore.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What? Why? There’s no way that sweet girl gets into fights.”

“No, just the opposite. She wants to be everybody’s friend—even if they don’t want to be hers, and she ignores them when they communicate that to her. She doesn’t understand boundaries.”