Light Her Fire (Private Pleasures 2)

Doug cocked a brow at Melody. “We’re all relying on Dr. Swann’s discretion these days.”

She felt her face heat like an oven. “Yes, I guess we are, but part of me wouldn’t care if she told the world she’d caught Chief Bradley putting out Melody Merritt’s fire in an exam room last night. It might be liberating to shake off my ‘good girl’ reputation.”

“You are a good girl,” Roger pointed out.

“Yeah, well, good is overrated. I’m tired of people looking at me and seeing poor Melody and her broken engagement.” Not to mention the rumor as to why she’d broken it off. Half the town believed she was too much of a princess to enjoy an adventurous sex life. “I’d just as soon give them something else to talk about.”

“So, Friday night, are you going to finish what you started with the fire chief?” Roger asked.

“If he shows up, ready and willing, yes.”

“Atta girl,” Doug commented, at the same time Roger frowned and said, “I don’t know this guy. What if he’s only after one thing?”

“Um, no offense, Roger, but after all this time, I’m only after one thing.

“The only problem is…” She hesitated, tucked her feet beneath her, glanced at Roger, who looked like he was about to have a coronary, and then blurted out her biggest concern. “What if I’m a huge fail, sexually?”

“Mel,” Roger interjected, “failure’s not in the cards. The only thing wrong with your sex life up ’til now was me.”

Well, shoot, Melody. Watch what you say. She’d already beaten him up about his parents and Ellie. No need to heap more guilt on his doorstep. She rubbed his shoulder. “This is completely a me thing. Last night I insinuated I had a lot more experience than I do. I just—I don’t know—you must have felt this way, too…like you didn’t know what you were doing. What if I don’t know how to please a man?” With that admission, she chugged the last of her wine.

Doug lifted the bottle from the coffee table and refilled her glass. “As it turns out, we’re experts on how to please a man. What do you want to know?”

She took another drink. Good wine. Much better than what they served at Rawley’s. “Well, he seemed to like…ahem…spanking me. Is that typical?”

“Oh my God.” Roger hunched his shoulders and drank his cabernet.

“Why settle for typical?” Doug asked. “As long as you were into it, too, it’s all good.”

Wow. This was helping. She scooted forward in her seat. “Okay, I admit, I liked everything he did. But what do I come back with? I mean, does he want me to spank him, or—”

“Titwank.”

Roger muttered, “Oh my God,” again, and closed his eyes.

She shook her head to clear it. “Tit-what?”

“Okay, how can I explain this delicately…” Doug glanced at the ceiling, then at Roger, and then at her. “There’s no way. I’m just going to be blunt.”

“Blunt’s fine. I’m good with blunt.”

“Let him fuck your cleavage. Thanks to Playboy and Cosmo, guys fantasize about breasts from a young age. Trust me, seeing his cock lodged between yours is going to satisfy a fantasy Chief Bradley has nurtured since adolescence.”

She looked doubtfully down at the front of her shirt. ?

??I don’t have Cosmo cover cleavage.”

Roger’s cheeks turned as red as his wine. “You do, Mel. I promise. If I were into—oh Jesus, I can’t believe I’m about to say this out loud—fucking tits, yours would be at the top of the list.”

She looked down at the tits in question again. “Really?”

“Swear to God.”

“Wow. Titwank. I’ve never even heard of it.” She turned to Doug. “What else should I know?”

“Well, I don’t think it’s much of a secret guys like blow jobs. But if you want to drain him so completely he passes out from the experience, you’ve got to—”

“Doug…” Roger warned.