Page 34 of Seduction
“Dr. Emerson.” She glances between me and the driveway, then tilts her head to the side. “Looks like I’m getting Einstein today?”
“Maybe… if you’re a good girl.”
I step inside, kicking the door closed behind me. Her breath catches and she steps back. I follow, watching her breathing accelerate the closer I get.
“I will… I mean, I am. A good girl, that is.”
“Is that so?”
She bumps gently into the wall, gasping as it startles her. “Yes,” she whispers on an exhalation.
I lean in to her, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb when she turns her head up to meet my gaze. Her chest is heaving, her eyes begging me to kiss her. I oblige, sliding my hand into her hair as I press my lips to hers. Her moan of approval is music to my ears. I trail my tongue along the seam of her lips, slipping it between them when they part. Her hands slide under my cut and around my waist, pulling me closer. Her low whimper has my blood pooling in my groin. I should stop before I end up with another uncomfortable erection, but she tastes so fucking sweet, I can’t get enough. I suck on her bottom lip, nipping on it before moving to her tongue. Her nails dig into the small of my back. I slide my free hand down her body, learning the curves as I go. Grabbing her ass, I give the cheek a squeeze. She groans, pressing her breasts to my chest. My dick begins to harden, and against every instinct, I slow things down. I break the kiss, laying my forehead on hers, trying to catch my breath.
“Oh… ship.” Ellen shudders.
“Did you just say ‘ship’?” I ask, chuckling.
“Yes, I did. When you have a four-year-old who repeats everything you say, you tend to watch your language.”
I pull away, observing her keenly. “Do you do that in bed, too?”
“I never had to watch my language then.” She averts her eyes.
That’s right. She hasn’t been with anyone since Eddie. Fuck.
“This will be interesting.”
“I kinda broke myself into the habit when Mikey started talking. You think you can change that? In the bedroom?”
“I’ll certainly try.”
“I look forward to it, Dr. Emerson.”
Our eyes meet once more, and as I back away, she smirks.
“You ready to go?”
“Yeah, but you do remember we’re going shopping, right? My stuff won’t fit on your bike.”
“We’re taking your car. That way we can pick up Mikey from school after.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll get my purse.”
I watch her ass as she walks away, wanting to peel those tight-fitting jeans off her. I’m still thinking about doing it when she returns, sticking what looks like a list into her purse.
Ellen. Fuck me. I can’t wait to see Gage’s reaction when I tell him.
“I’m ready.”
After she locks up, she hands me the keys. I open her car door and help her in, then adjust the driver’s seat before sliding in beside her. She watches as I make adjustments to the mirrors.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asks.
“What?” I turn to her, wondering if she means the shopping trip or something more important.
“Shopping.”
I breathe an internal sigh of relief. “Of course. Now, where are we headed?”
