“Is it?”
“Well, no,” he laughed. “You ask, and I’ll eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“Oh.”
His voice roughened as he stared at my panties. “But I promise. If you want this just for you, tonight? I won’t talk about it once we’re done.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because after I take you, you won’t hesitate ever again. I know what you need, and you’re gonna crave everything I can give.”
His lips pressed kisses along my thighs, and he knelt at the end of the desk with a smile.
Now or never.
And I wanted it now.
He stroked the outside of my panties with a knowing flick. I flinched, and he grinned. How was it possible my body already rocketed itself beyond reason and modesty? My panties were wet. Shamefully, revealingly wet.
And it didn’t matter.
Nate didn’t bother ripping them off. He gripped the material and pulled it aside, exposing my slickness for his inspection. He didn’t seem surprised. He knew I wanted him.
“Beautiful…”
His honest smile shocked me. I stared at the vibrant green of his eyes, the pale blonde of his hair, the hard angles of his brow, jaw, and chin. He was the beautiful one, but he admired me like I was something to be worshiped.
His tongue swiped against me, sinfully pink against the darkness of my petals.
“Relax, Mandy. I remember what you like…”
His mouth closed over my slit.
I was lost.
Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing ever would again. His lips circled my clit and practically pulsed. A nibble trembled me like an earthquake, and I nearly leapt off the desk as his tongue darted inside me.
When did I get this sensitive?
And how was I supposed to get on with my life, go to work, and manage the wedding when all I wanted was to feel Nate’s tongue circling over my swollen clit?
This was a bad idea. It had started as a bad idea, and it would end as something worse than a mistake. Every bounce of my hips aided Nate in delivering me to the most needed and necessary pleasure of my life. If Nate promised to keep licking me, I’d never get off the desk.
He growled over my whimpers. I squirmed, but Nate knew how to keep me still. He licked his finger and pressed against my entrance, shushing me as he pushed inside. I groaned, but his profanity bit harder. I clenched over his finger. He stared at me in awe.
“Fuck, Mandy.” It wasn’t polite to talk with his mouth full. “You weren’t this hot before. How badly do you want me?”
“Bad.”
“How much do you want to come?”
“Too much.”
“You can. Anytime you want.” His tongue flicked harder against my clit. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you again.”
Dangerous conversation, but I could do nothing to shift it, not while he lapped at me and buried his finger deep in my pussy.
“Tell me you’ve wanted me.” His order was hard to ignore as he curled his finger against that perfect spot inside me. “Don’t deny it, Mandy. Tell me I’m the best pleasure you’ve ever gotten.”
Technically he was. I wouldn’t argue with it. I nodded.
“Better than your other boyfriends?”
Again, I couldn’t lie. “Yes.”
Nate sensed me tense. It was the wrong time for that pleasure, but I couldn’t stop it. I gasped and writhed and bucked against his finger as he drew long and teasing strokes. He grinned as the trembling overtook me. My core superheated, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
The orgasm stole my rationality, common sense, and ability to lie. I clenched and exploded as his mouth suckled at my clit.
“Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t stop the truth or my honesty. They blended into one, and I cried out.
“You were the only one I ever had.”
The orgasm stole my vision, hearing, and every other part of me that might have been embarrassed to reveal the truth. Why didn’t it stop my heart? Was it too much to ask for momentary muteness? Amnesia? Insanity?
What the hell did I just say?
I crashed hard, and my pleasure wasn’t there to catch me. My breath drew harsh and ragged over the desperate heat in my core. I wanted more. So much more.
But first I had to do damage control.
Nate pulled away as I shamefully quivered against the desk.
Did I leave a wet spot? Oh dear God.
His eyes widened. “That night…were…were you a virgin?”
There wasn’t a classy way to confirm or deny that. I looked down.
“Holy shit,” he said. “I didn’t know. I just thought you were…uptight. In more ways than the obvious.”
Awkward. The word he wanted was awkward.
My fingers didn’t respond quick enough to untuck the panties bound against a very sensitive place. I swept my skirt over my legs instead and forced myself upright.
“Mandy…” Nate ran a hand through his hair, tangling it in the blonde. “Why… didn’t you say anything. You didn’t even act like…”
“It’s fine.” I swallowed. “You said we wouldn’t talk about it.”
“No, I said we wouldn’t talk about what happened today. This was sex a month ago. You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”
Hadn’t told him I was pregnant yet either. I was 0-2.
“It wasn’t important,” I said.
“Like hell. If I knew, I would have…”
I smirked. “What? Gone slower? Been more tender?”
Nate leapt to his feet. “I probably wouldn’t have chased you.”
“Don’t kid yourself.”
“I would have made it better.”
“You couldn’t have made it any better than it was.” I crossed my legs and twisted my fingers in the skirt. Honesty was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to relieve me. “That night was special to me. And it was amazing. And it was fun.”
Nate set his jaw. “But?”
“That’s all this is. All you want.”
“What’s wrong with that?” He pointed to the desk. “Lay down. I’ll prove how much fun I can be.”
“I need more than fun.”
“Why?” Nate held me before I tumbled onto my wobbly, satisfied legs. “Fun is what you need. You’re wound tight, and you’re upset. Let me show you that there’s another side to life—one that doesn’t require love, marriage, and fairy tales.”
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to see what he could offer. But all the fun and games and messing around in the world wouldn’t make my life any easier.
“I have to believe in fairy tales now,” I said.
It was hard to say, hard to feel, hard to admit, especially as Nate stared so intently at me, wanting more than just my excuses. My voice weakened.
Why did it hurt so much to say?
“And I’m afraid you aren’t the right prince.”
Chapter Six - Mandy
I parked my butt in the hospital cafeteria and waited for Rick. He was never too busy for a double bacon cheeseburger and onion rings.
I didn’t send him a page. I texted him a picture of the meal waiting for him. Eighteen hours at the hospital would have made McDonalds look like gold, but I got him the good stuff. I ordered his favorite from the diner near Dad’s advertising office.
Rick found me in the cafeteria, but he didn’t say hello. He didn’t smile. He dropped his pager, stethoscope, and ID on the table. I half expected the scrubs to come off too.
“For the next fifteen minutes, I’m not a doctor,” he said.
“…What are you?”
“A man about to make love to this burger.”
I giggled. “Want some privacy?”
Rick answered with a grunt as he took a giant bite. Ketchup and grease stained his lips. He didn’t care. He woofed down another mouthful.
“And you’re a cardiologist?”
“Do as I say…not as I do.” He mumbled over the mouthful. “Where’s yours?”
My single bite of a chicken sandwich rested somewhere in the bushes outside the hospital.
“Already ate.”
A handful of young nurses walked by, sighing as the most attractive doctor in the hospital gorged himself on fast food. Rick didn’t take a second look at the blonde, but she scoffed at me. Meow.
He inhaled half of the burger before pausing to wipe his mouth and hands. I arched an eyebrow as he rubbed the mustard off his wedding ring.
“Ever going to take that off?” I asked.
Rick was the most practical one in our circle of friends, but he shook his head. “I’m not ready yet.”
“It’s been six months.”
He nodded and went back to his burger. “Not ready.”
Poor guy. Jada really broke his heart when she left. I hoped no one told him about her pictures on Facebook. Apparently she was getting re-married—to the man who lured her away from Rick. I had a lot of choice words reserved for the happy couple, but Rick didn’t tolerate anyone speaking negatively about her.
“You know I’m fine.” He winked at me. “You don’t have to bring food and check on me.”
“You’re practically living here.” I gestured around the hospital. “It can’t be good for you.”
“As opposed to what? Want me helping Bryce with the wedding?”
“You’ve already been through a divorce. I wouldn’t torture you any more this year.”