Forbidden Lust
I glanced over my shoulder, and she lifted her stare. In all that pain, and her eyes still drifted to my ass? I walked out and grinned.
Leaving Lourde with the good doctor for fifteen minutes was enough time. I left the study and walked back into the living room, where the doctor had his hand on her stomach. Pain from clenching my teeth radiated up my jaw.
“Barrett.” Lourde took me in, her focus now on me rather than Calvin.
“How are we going in here, Doc?”
Calvin removed his hand from Lourde’s skin when he saw me. “Ms. Diamond should recover fine. If she applies this ointment twice a day, religiously for the next two weeks, there shouldn’t be any permanent damage to the skin.”
“Thank you so much for coming,” she said, placing her hand on the doctor’s hand.
“Pleasure, Ms. Diamond,” he said, staring at her in a way that definitely crossed the fucking line.
The good-looking young doctor ought to fuck off, and what the fuck was she doing sending him a signal only a guy would interpret as something more than friendly.
“Right. Lourde probably should rest. Thanks for coming out. I’m sure you have a load of coked-up freshmen to attend to.”
Lourde scowled at me, and I narrowed my eyes. The doctor quickly packed up his medicine bag and kept pace as I walked him out.
“This is for you. Thanks again.” I handed him an envelope with a generous check and shut the front door.
“Goodby—”
I walked back into the living room, where she sat on the lounge reading the bottle of ointment, and I took a seat in my armchair facing the ocean. “So?”
“So?” she echoed.
“You wanted to talk to me this morning.”
She sat upright and put the bottle down. This ought to be interesting.
“Well, I… okay…” She paused.
Was she nervous?
She steadied her gaze. “I want more of this,” she said without a shred of hesitation.
“I told you, I don’t do relationships.”
“I don’t want a relationship.”
That’s a first. Usually, I couldn’t get women to leave me alone.
“I’m here till Friday. Then I'm not sure if I’m coming back or staying in Manhattan.”
My stomach did something fucking weird. Haven’t I eaten?
“I thought you were here for the summer?”
“Lucky for you, I have to go back to Manhattan. My mother rang. She is planning a dinner and wants me to be there. She’s promised the man she has is perfect for me. Says he’ll be the one.” She cocked an eyebrow.
“The one? Is that right? If you don’t want a relationship, what do you want?”
She picked up the bottle of ointment. “Someone to rub the lotion on me.”
I laughed.
She set the bottle down again, and her eyes heated. “And someone to fuck for the next seven days before I have to settle down again.”
My dick came to life. “I like it when you talk dirty, dollface.”
“But we have one problem with your…” I circled my fingers. “Ruse, shall we call it?”
“What?” she questioned with a whisper.
“Brother boy.”
“Well, if he finds out, it won’t be good.”
“No, it definitely won’t.”
“My lips are sealed.”
I uncrossed my legs and moved opposite her, unscrewing the lotion bottle. Before I peeled down a strap, I squeezed the ointment on my hand and slid my hand over her scorching hot skin.
“Does that mean we have a deal?” Our gazes collided, and I dipped my hand lower, massaging her breast. Momentarily, she closed her eyes, and my skin heated, knowing how much I turned her on.
“Seven days, dollface. My cock, your pussy for one week. Then it’s like it never happened.”
“It's like it never happened.” She nodded slowly, and my hand dragged down to her thighs. I lifted the dress over her head carefully, then kneeled in front of her, spreading her legs.
“Kiss me, Barrett.”
I glanced up. Did she want my lips on hers again? No, way too intimate.
She pushed my shoulders down. That fucking minx.
The truth was, I’d been thinking about eating her out all day.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered and pushed her thighs aside. She wasn’t wearing underwear.
Fuck, I just got harder. “You're very naughty.”
“Only for you,” she sighed.
She wanted this as much as I did.