Page 64 of Fourteen of a Kind

“Graham, it’s okay.”

I needed her, and now. Smashing my mouth into hers, I swooped down, picked her up, and carried her to my bedroom. Our clothes were off in a flash while our lips synced. All I could think about was being buried inside her, feeling the warmth that I needed. Without any thought about putting on a condom, I hovered over her and pushed my cock inside, kissing her lips while I thrust in and out.

“I’m sorry. I forgot about a condom,” I breathlessly spoke.

“I’m on birth control,” she softly moaned.

Lifting myself up, I stared into her eyes as I moved inside her, taking in the wetness and pleasure I craved. Leaning down, I took her hardened peak between my teeth, lightly biting and licking to soothe the sting. She orgasmed while pleasurable moans escaped her lips. Her sounds soothed me in ways I’d never been soothed before. My cock spasmed and was ready to explode. Halting, I pushed deep inside her, grunting, and let go of the intense pressure that gripped me.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” My body dropped on hers.

Her hands gripped my ass while her nails softly dug into my flesh. Rolling off her, I lay on my back. She rolled on her side and smiled, placing her hand on my chest.

“That was great,” I said.

“It sure was. I need to use the bathroom.” She climbed out of bed.

I lay there with my hand over my heart, watching her beautiful naked body walk into the bathroom.

“Are you a druggie?” she playfully asked, shaking the bottle of pills as she climbed back into bed.

“No.” I chuckled. “Sometimes, I have trouble sleeping and need to take one.” I took the bottle from her and set it on the nightstand. Shit. I’d forgotten I’d left them on the bathroom sink.

“Stay the night,” I said.

“I would love to, but I have to be at the hospital by five-thirty a.m. I have surgery first thing.” She leaned over and kissed my lips.

“Okay.” I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She climbed off the bed and got dressed. Pulling on a pair of sweatpants, I walked her to the door.

“Thanks for coming over tonight.” I gripped her hips.

“Thanks for inviting me and for the pizza.”

“Is that all?” I softly kissed her lips.

“And the sex.” A beautiful grin crossed her face. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Text me when you get home so I know you arrived safely.”

“I will.”

She walked out, and I shut the door, leaning against it and letting out a breath. Grabbing my phone, I called my Aunt Dorinda back. I knew it was late in New York, but she’d be up.

“Hello, Graham.”

“You called earlier?”

“Were you at the hospital?” she asked.

“No. I was on a date.”

“A date? With whom?”

“A doctor from the hospital.”

“How close are the two of you?”

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