Page 83 of Sticks and Stones
“Mr. Leonard, I hope you like what I’m bringing to the table,” she said, coquettishly, knowing his weakness.
HER.
Elizabeth always would be too.
As he watched, sipping his wine, there was nothing better than a sexy woman wearing a man’s ring. Elizabeth was his, and he was damn lucky.
And knew it.
He’d found the one outrageously gorgeous woman who liked a nerdy doctor, and not for his money.
For his dick.
When she turned, and slowly lowered the dress, letting him admire her back, and then her ass when she dropped it, his heart was racing.
It was when she faced him that his body reacted to the full-frontal view.
Holy shit!
His girl had been up to sexy things that made his brain go numb.
She’d shaved, and that got him all hot and bothered. Someone was bare, just the way he liked her.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his lower brain now in charge, and his upper one completely shut down.
When his phone rang on the desk, he got up, put it on silent, and forwarded everything to voicemail. It was when he turned that he saw she was lounging on the couch, her legs spread, waiting for him.
Oh, he was ready.
Pulling off his shirt, he got out of his pants, dropped his boxers, and tugged off his socks to get just as naked as his woman.
Then, he headed her way.
“You are so perfect,” he admitted as stared down at her with love and lust. “No one is as beautiful as my wife.NO ONE.”
Elizabeth focused on his erection, and the bead of precum that had formed. There was something so hot about tempting her man into this wickedness with her.
He might be‘Sir’, but she had all of the power in this relationship.
As he gazed down her body as she was lying on the couch so invitingly, he wanted to touch her more than anything else in the world.
His fingers itched to trace the curve of her hip, and the dip of her waist to her breasts.
He was dumbstruck.
Infatuated.
They were the only words he could think of whenever he tried to explain their relationship.
With a gentle touch, he ran his hand across her skin, admiring her body.
She reacted with goosebumps crisscrossing her flesh in response.
This was just what they needed.
A lunch break.
“Christopher,” she whispered as he drove her wild with just a touch.
