“Night.” Luke weaved his way down the hall.
He eased his bedroom door open. His mom and Lake slept on his bed, with Jones.
“Paging Dr. Jones.”
Luke whipped around. Jessica stood behind him in argyle porn attire.
“A little birdie tweeted me that the surprise stripper he hired just wasn’t doing it for you. I bet she went the Victoria’s Secret route, didn’t she?”
Without taking his eyes off her, he eased the door shut before his mom or sister woke up. He wasn’t aware there was such a thing as argyle nipple pasties, but they coordinated with her pink and white argyle neck tie and matching cotton panties. His beer brain tried to make sense of the women and dog in his bed and the woman before him.
“I’ve … I’ve had a lot to drink.”
She adjusted her tie. He was drunk, but not too drunk to notice she did a terrible job of tying it.
“Me too, Doc. But I don’t have to get anything up.” She popped the P. “Are you too drunk to … you know?” Her index finger stood erect.
He stared at it for a moment, waiting for it to look like one instead of a blurred two. “You tell me, Ms. Day.” Grabbing her hand, he pressed it to his jeans.
She squeezed his erection that didn’t seem to be impaired from the alcohol. A smile formed on her lips, painted in deep red.
“Time to barter.” Jessica turned with a bit of a wobble and headed down the hall. She glanced back over her shoulder with a come-hither look just as he read the back of her panties.
Jonesing for Lukey
“Where are you going?”
“Your office.”
“Why?” He followed her, not really caring why.
“Because it’s the farthest point from our houseguests.”
She stopped in front of his desk and turned around. “Shut the door, Dr. Jones.”
He wasn’t into her daddy kink, and maybe it was the alcohol, but Luke liked the sexy way Dr. Jones rolled off her tongue.
“Now, strip for me.”
“What?” He squinted.
“Strip. For. Me.”
He fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Unfastening his jeans was a bit more complicated than usual as well.
Jessica whistled. “That’s a seriously impressive erection, Dr. Jones. That’s the only head I want you thinking with tonight.” She glanced at the wall clock. “Or this morning.”
Luke could do that. His other brain wasn’t working anyway.
“Now. I think in less than forty-eight hours we’re going to spend eternity making love. So tonight I want Dr. Jones to fuck me. Can you do that?”
Luke looked down for confirmation. Yes, he was still in the game. He nodded.
“Good. I have a few rules.”
“Rules?”
“Yes. I come first and you can’t use your hands.”
“You always come first.”
She cocked her head to the side.
“Blowjobs don’t count.”
“Fair enough.” She leaned against the desk, drumming her fingers on each side. “I’m waiting, Dr. Jones.”
He smirked, taking the few short steps to her.
She tsked as he curled his fingers into the waist of her panties. “No hands.”
“Then take your panties off.” He bent down to kiss her.
She bit his lip, stopping his motion. “You take them off.”
“I can’t use my hands.”
She tsked again. “What do you have, like … ten years of college on your resume? Yet you can’t figure out how to remove my panties without using your hands?”
He bit her lip in return, even harder than she bit his as evidenced by her quick intake of breath. The one thing she liked more than being in control was Luke having it, but she didn’t like to give it away. She wanted him to take it. That much he knew for sure.
He planted his hands on the desk next to hers and kissed his way down her body. Using only his teeth, he peeled off her panties.
“Spread your legs.”
He kneeled before her, keeping his hands on the desk.
A breath away from burying his face between her legs, he looked up. Her hands threaded in his hair, her breaths coming one right after the other.
“No hands.”
Her eyes widened a fraction, a silent confirmation that he was taking all the control. She released his hair.
“Now I know why you brought me to my office.”
“Why?” she panted.
He loved watching her fall apart from needing his touch.
“Because …” He smashed his mouth against her, letting his tongue and teeth tease her most sensitive parts.
“Jones!” She shattered his eardrums and left fingernail indentations into the edge of his desk—and within thirty seconds she came first and hard. No hands required.
*
“Ahem.”
Luke shifted beneath Jessica. She didn’t want him to move. Sleeping on naked Luke beat any sunrise or hot cup of coffee.
“Ahem.” The distant voice got louder. “Sorry to wake you.”
“Mom!” Luke began to shift again then stopped.
He must have deemed it better for his mom to see Jessica’s naked body than his.
“Sorry, honey. Just wondered if you have any non-dairy creamer?”
“Second shelf in the pantry, toward the back. Now … go.”