Private Practice (Private Pleasures 1)
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“What are you doing tomorrow night after you stop at Frank’s?”
“Um…nothing.”
“Want some help doing nothing?”
…
She looked so stumped by his invitation he nearly laughed. “C’mon, Ellie. It’s too late to tell me you have to wash your hair. How about you come by my place after you stop by Frank’s?”
“You want to get together again? After everything?”
“Seems like this evening’s lesson ended prematurely.” As soon as he said the words, he wished them back. Yes, he wanted to see her tomorrow, but not so they could finish lesson whatever-the-hell number they were on. He should have asked her to dinner or a movie…a real date. He wasn’t an expert at telling a woman “I’m falling in love with you,” but he suspected the words were supposed to be accompanied by a few romantic gestures, and an orgasm probably didn’t qualify. But when Ellie responded to his comment with a big, cheek-dimpling smile, he knew he’d dangled the right bait. Disappointing, but he’d use whatever worked to keep her coming back until she finally realized she wanted more from him than wild sex.
“Seven okay?” he asked.
“Seven is perfect. I’ll bring dinner.”
A cozy dinner at his place had “real date” potential. Could be she already thought he might be good for something besides wild sex.
“Afterward,” she went on, “maybe we could—?”
“Anything you want.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously, Doc. Anything you want to do.”
…
“You really want to do this?” Tyler asked, letting his tone convey his reluctance, which he’d already expressed straight-out, multiple times.
Ellie dropped her forehead to her forearms. “For the umpteenth time, yes.” Lifting her head, she turned and stared over her shoulder. “You promised.”
His dick didn’t want to argue. The sight of her kneeling on all fours in front of him, naked and dewy from the rain-heralding humidity, had that particular part of him straining to comply, but his brain kept interfering. “You don’t know what you want. You’ve never done this before.”
“I know I want to try, because the book says men love chapter 13. It gets five stars, for crying out loud.”
“I’ll bet in the book on how to drive women wild, it gets zero stars.”
“If you ever take lessons on driving women wild, you don’t have to pick this. Look, nothing’s wrong with my power of speech. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop, okay? I trust you.”
He scrubbed his hand over his face. How could he argue with trust? “You win. Where’s the lube?”
She grabbed it from the nightstand and passed the tube to him. “I thought you said as long as you had two hands and a tongue we wouldn’t need lube?”
“I stand corrected. Now shut up.”
He entertained himself for a few minutes rubbing lube over her, concentrating on familiar territory he knew she liked, basically massaging between her legs until she moaned and rocked into his touch. Sure, he was stalling, but she didn’t seem to mind—
“Tyler, this is all very nice, and”—he slipped a finger inside her tight, wet channel—“oh…jeez, stimulating, but—”
Yeah, but. “All right, hold on a second.” With his free hand he felt around on the bed until he found what he was looking for. Another dab of lube, and he nudged his way along the cleft between her cheeks to his target. Then he pressed very, very gently.
“That’s not…so bad,” she said, her voice rising at the end because she squirmed to try and hurry him along.
“That’s Thumper.”
She stilled. “Thumper?