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As we stared into each other’s eyes the realization that I was standing almost butt ass naked in front of a resident at my hospital who was more than ten years younger than me hit me. What was I doing? No matter how Samuel’s phone call had angered me, I shouldn’t be here. I moved my arm to cover my bare chest, but Ryan’s hand darted out and caught my wrist before I could.
“Walk to my bedroom,” he said, his voice commanding. “Second door on the right.”
He raised my hand to his lips for a gentle kiss before giving me a firm slap to my ass.
I’d never felt so wet from a single word in my entire life. I stepped forward and looked over my shoulder to watch my hand slip from Ryan’s grasp. He looked me up and down, from my heels to my hair. He licked his lips and I grinned before continuing down the hall. My legs threatened to shake and I swore even his neighbors could hear the thundering of my heart, but I’d never felt such a sexual thrill so I kept walking till I reached his bedroom: the second door on the right.
I stood just inside his room, uncertain what to do next before I felt hands on my waist and kisses down my goosebump covered neck.
“What do you want?” he whispered.
My eyes fluttered shut when one hand slid up to my breast and the other teased the lace trim of my thong.
“Hmm?” he asked, pinching my nipple to get my attention.
“What do you mean?” I asked breathlessly.
There was a little laugh in my ear.
“I mean,” he said, fingers tracing around my clit over my panties, “you must have a way you like it best. On your knees. Pressed against the wall, ass in the air. In the shower. You on top, riding my cock as I fuck up into you.”
I leaned against his chest as my knees nearly wobbled. Samuel never liked me on top. He said it took too long. Said it didn’t feel as good for him. He liked two minutes of missionary and then a nap. Fuck him.
“I want to be on top,” I said, my voice more confident than I was expecting.
Ryan’s dick twitched against my ass in response and he nipped at my earlobe.
“I was hoping you would say that. Stay right there.”
He moved away from me and I nearly fell over. He kicked off his boxers and retrieved a condom from his nightstand. I caught my first look at his bare dick freed from its constraints and got slightly nervous. Fully hard and already leaking precum, he was huge.
But soon he was back behind me and he was kissing his way down my back before kneeling. I gasped when I felt his teeth scraping against my ass as he bit my thong and dragged it down my legs in his mouth. While down there he paused to lick a wet, hot line along my pussy and my thighs contracted instinctively.
Ryan stood up and lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, my legs locked around his waist. He eased himself onto the sheets and then I was in his lap, staring into his eyes. His thumbs rubbed comforting circles against my back as he waited. It was clear the next move was mine. He was asking if I wanted this. He was asking if I wanted him.
Virna DePaul is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, and a former criminal prosecutor who writes thrilling, sexy stories about ordinary people overcoming extraordinary obstacles to find love. She has been traditionally published with Penguin, Harlequin, and Random House, and is also a bestselling Indie author.