Page 71 of Passionate Defense

Lanie blinked up at him, her gaze shifting to the thermometer, which looked different, and the tube of lube in his hand. She didn’t know for a fact whatcoremeant, but she could guess.

“I don’t think so.” So much for doing whatever he wanted.

“Really?” He sounded surprised. “If you want early release, I’ll need a reading, but it’s your choice if you’d rather stay in bed.”

“Ethan!”

“Lanie!” he replied, parroting her whiny tone.

She glared at him then asked for clarification, “Are we playing?”

“Yes, little girl, but only if your temperature is still down. I’m serious about that, so you have to do one to get the other.”

Lanie recognized the familiar gleam in his eyes, affirming his playful mood. He’d called her little girl, too. She should have never uttered the word daddy the other day. It apparently gave him ideas.

Her bottom lip curled down in a pout, but after a moment of internal debate, she relented. “Okay, but afterward, I want two lollipops.”

He grinned at her and took a seat, patting his lap to show her where he wanted her. As she moved into position, he smoothed her gown over her ass.

“I love this color on you,” he murmured, his voice husky with what could only be desire. His fingers traced the lace hem which covered the lowermost curve of her bottom, just barely. Abruptly, he whisked the gown over her head, the satin slithering to the floor at his feet, leaving her completely naked.

“It’s too pretty to risk the lube staining it.”

Yeah, right, the big liar.But rather than calling him out on it, she bit her bottom lip to stifle a giggle.

His hand swept over her back in long strokes, his movements slow and deliberate. The proof of his desire pressed insistently against her hip. Five days was a long drought for them. Would their loving be a quick tease or a long, drawn-out sensual torture? Either way, she wouldn’t be bored anymore. Despite the impending anal probe, or maybe because of it, a surge of arousal made her wet with anticipation.

A rude squirting noise broke the quiet of the room, like when someone tries to get the last drop of ketchup out of the bottle. Unexpected, it made her jump.

“Relax, baby.”

As his back massage resumed, she tried to do as he urged. His touch felt so good her tension slowly drained away, and one by one, her muscles eased. In another minute, she would be boneless and limp, like putty for him.

“If your temp is down, we’ll have a more thorough exam to ensure everything is back to normal.”

She went from serene to tense in two seconds. “What kind of exam?”

“A medical checkup is common after an illness. Did I ever tell you I started out pre-med?”

She shook her head, not processing much after the wordexam. When his massage moved lower, the sudden contact with her bottom made her flinch. He had to act fast to keep her from tumbling onto the floor.

“Easy,” he murmured, securing her with an arm around her waist. He spread lube over her tight hole, being extra thorough before his slick finger penetrated. Lanie let out a small squeak, more from distress at the awkward situation than any real discomfort.

“Relax and breathe. It’s only my finger; you’ve had it here before. I want to get you nice and slippery, inside and out. This thermometer is wider, and it must go in farther to get an accurate reading. I don’t want it to drag and irritate your skin.”

While he pressed inward, he rotated his hand every which way, spreading the lubricant all around. He kept at it until Lanie felt the beginnings of a prickling sensation. She squirmed on his lap, trying to ease it, but the more she wiggled, the worse it seemed to be.

“Be still, Lanie.”

“I can’t. Something feels weird. Kind of tingly and itchy inside.”

“Does it?” He paused and shifted behind her as he placed a tube labeled pleasure cream on the nightstand. “I must have picked up the tingling gel by mistake. Oops.”

She snorted her skepticism.Oops, my burning asswas on the tip of her tongue, but prudence won out considering the proximity of his hands to her bare behind and she toned it down a bit.

“If you’ll excuse my saying so, that is a load of bull, sir. You don’t make mistakes like that.”

“No matter, it does the job just fine.”

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