Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I nod.
“Yes, I am. It’s something the service insists on, and I use the pill to moderate my periods. They help with mood swings and getting my flow under control, so there are a lot of reasons to be on birth control apart from preventing pregnancy.”
Rick nods with satisfaction.
“Good. I wouldn’t be comfortable if you weren’t because it would be playing with fire. Holy fuck, I can’t even imagine it. Not that kids are bad or terrible,” he adds quickly. “If anything, kids are amazing, but I doubt the service wants their girls getting pregnant. Anyways,” Rick continues. “Since we’ve gotten that out of the way, I’d love to see how experienced you are.”
My cheeks flame because my attraction to the powerful physician is insane, and yet he drives me crazy too. I wish I could throw myself into his arms, and also slap that handsome cheek at the same time. Besides, why are we even having this conversation? Usually, men just want to touch my titties and maybe finger my vag a bit, so I’m surprised we’re even talking.
“Okay,” I ask in a slow voice as my nipples harden. “What were you thinking? Again, I don’t usually go all the way.”
The handsome physician smirks while pulling back a bit.
“You don’t, hmmm? Well, let’s find out you enjoy doing, and we’ll see how far that takes us.”
I stare at him, tits heaving.
“So it’s like a game of how far you can get.”
Dr. Kincaid shrugs his broad shoulders, those blue eyes amused.
“Sort of. Kind of. I’d love to see where your limits are, sweetheart, and if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and we won’t go any further.”
I stare at him again, the swell of my breasts heaving.
“Do you promise?”
He holds up two hands, palms up.
“Of course. I’d never push a woman too far, or put her in a bad place. I think it’s more a question of exploring where those limits are. Should we explore together, Jenna? Is that something you’re interested in?”
I stare at him as my insides moisten, my breathing coming hard, because Dr. Kincaid is gorgeous and insanely charming. He’s masculinity personified, with a teasing smile on that mobile mouth, and his huge form relaxed next to me. Yet I can also feel the energy pulsing off him in waves, and now, I want to explore my limits ... with him.
4
Jenna
“How do we start?” I mewl, trying not to give away my arousal. “Testing my limits, I mean.”
Rick grins, almost wolf-like in his appearance.
“Well, I’d love to see if you’re wearing panties under your dress, sweetheart. It’s a little fact that tells me a lot about a woman.”
My cheeks flame.
“Oh my god, what do you mean? Of course I am,” I add immediately. “I always wear panties. Who doesn’t?”
One black brow rises with amusement.
“Are you sure, Jenna?” Rick drawls. “I don’t mean to be rude, but something tells me you aren’t. I could swear that I got a flash of glistening pussy while you were slipping off that bar stool.”
Okay, so the handsome man has me in a clinch because he’s right: I’m going commando tonight, but it’s for a legitimate reason.
“Okay, I’m not wearing panties but it’s because of this dress,” I admit in a stiff tone. “The fabric’s thin, so even a g-string would show panty-lines. I had to leave the lingerie at home.”
Rick grins, sitting back on the couch while draping one massive arm over the back.
“So I was right, hmm?” he hums.
I swallow thickly, aroused by the conversation.
“Yes. You were right.”
He grins again.
“Then show me.”
My lower lip drops open a bit.
“Right now? Here?”
The alpha male almost hisses, like a predator homing in on its prey.
“Yes of course. When did you think?”
He has a point, and I blush again. Oh my god, this is so different from my usual rendezvous with men. Generally, I’m in charge during those meetings. I’m the one who calls the shots, and it’s the men who are slavering and quivering, desperate for a kiss or a slight touch of my sopping cunt.
But Dr. Kincaid’s turned the tables on me, and I’m the one who’s shaking and unsteady tonight, breathing hard as my secret spot moistens in his masculine presence. Oh my gosh, what do I do? This can’t be happening ... but it is.
5
Jenna
Evidently, my body already knows the answer, even if my brain hasn’t quite caught up yet. I want to show this man everything and slowly, I part my knees so that my thighs are revealed, the flesh ivory and soft.
“Yesss,” Rick hisses, his blue eyes trained to the shadowy vee between my legs. “More, baby. Show me.”
Taking a deep breath, I begin inching the pink fabric of my skirt upwards, revealing more and more of my sensitive inner thighs. Oh my god, they’re soft and wobbly, but Rick seems to like what he sees because he twitches his suit jacket to he side, revealing the tent in his pants. It’s huge! The fabric’s literally lifted five inches from hips, and he groans while easing the zipper down, never taking his eyes from my shadowy vee.