Page 41 of Dr. Attending

And I can’t help myself from wanting to take more.

I slip my fingers out of her.

“Taste how wet you are for me, princess,” I say, holding my fingers up so that she can see the way her arousal glistens in themoonlit sky. “Wrap those pretty lips around my fingers and taste how addicting you are. Taste how truly and utterly fucked I am.”

Caroline leans forward with a smirk and takes my fingers into her mouth, letting out a hum of pleasure as she sucks hard. Her hooded eyes meet mine as I pop them out of her mouth, and I swear to God I almost come in this hot tub because the sultry look she gives me belongs in a high-end porno.

“I think I’d prefer the taste if I were cleaning it off your cock instead.”

I blink, trying to figure out if I’m in a dream as she licks the rest of her arousal off her lips and flashes me a satiated smile.

Fuck me.

This was not part of the plan. I was going to go for round two, but now all I can think about is how she wants to suck her cum off my cock like a goddamn lollipop.

My mind whirs, trying to figure out if I can make this happen within the confines of the promise to myself. But even with the most creative of ideas, I know that it’s not possible.

So I simply plant a kiss on her forehead. “Next time, princess,” I suggest, hoping to God that there is next time.

Chapter 15

Weston

I’m leaning against the back of the leather sectional couch in the lake house basement. The Braves are playing on a big screen TV mounted to the wall above the pool table, and the Dirty Guv’nahs are playing on the surround sound speakers. If I wasn’t also holding a pack of diapers and a baby onesie, I might just feel like I was twenty-eight again . . . especially since I still have the taste of Caroline Winters on my tongue.

Last night was an entirely new experience for me. Sure, I’ve gone down on women when they asked me to. But it was always transactional. A means to an end because I knew that it meant I was going to get my dick wet after. But with Caroline, I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to make her feel good. To bring her pleasure. To feel her shatter into a million pieces.

Fuck.

My cock is starting to twitch in my athletic shorts from just thinking about her perfect body. Which is the last thing that I need with her brother standing ten feet away from me.

I’ve been trying to find time to pull Caroline aside all morning to regroup after last night. We had to call it quits somewhere between her first and second orgasm because we heard voices coming up from the dock. And in our frantic scurry to grab towels and run inside without looking suspicious, there were several things left unsaid. Things that I need to make sure we talk about before we leave tomorrow.

I step into the pool table to obscure my now noticeable bulge.

“Think fast,” I say, tossing the diaper pack at Parker’s head.

He catches it with a childlike grin on his face. I think he must be a little tipsy because he starts pumping it above his head like he’s holding the Stanley Cup trophy. “You’re going down, Buff.”

Beau just laughs as he takes a sip from his bottle of Budweiser. “Call me Buff Daddy.”

We’ve been locked inside all morning because the weather has been crummy again. After an incredibly heated game of Uno, which introduced my son to the meaning of the term sore loser, Parker and Beau decided that they hadn’t had enough competition. So now, we’re a few minutes away from the first annual Dad Olympics.

The competition consists of three events. First, we race to see who can make a bottle of formula and chug it down the fastest. After that, it’s a game of pacifier pong. And I’m not actually sure about the last event because Walker came up with the idea on his own and refuses to tell anyone what the twist is. He just insisted that I grab diapers and procure a baby doll.

“Found her!” Claire yells from the main floor before flying down the polished wooden stairs so fast that she nearly slips and falls on her ass at the bottom.

She huffs, blowing one of her dark curls out of her face as she straightens and holds out a naked baby doll. “I present to you, Doctor Dolly.”

We all chuckle at the absurd name, and Beau has to swerve out of the way because she tries to whack him with it.

“Doctor Dolly?” Beau snorts, puffing his cheeks out as he tries to calm himself down.

Claire glares at him and waves the doll like a weapon. “Do you want her or not? You took her away from some important patients in the attic.”

Beau steps forward and grabs the toy with exaggerated seriousness. “And we appreciate her sacrifice.”

Her expression softens, and she grins as she rises on her toes to plant a kiss on his lips. “Go get ‘em, big boy.”

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