Page 48 of Seduction
Penina Ross
Ilay in bed with my hands behind my head. With a cock with the girth of Jake’s, I had experienced the most effective quickie in the history of quickies. We both came in a matter of minutes. He instructed me to keep eating and relaxing as much as I could. Tomorrow night, we would be out late, but he swore we would have a lot of fun.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, excitedly watching him put on clothes.
It felt different between us. It was as if that asshole I’d first met smoking in front of our building never existed. Perhaps because I knew he was behaving that way because he was attracted to me. Jake was a thinker. Never in a million years had I thought I would be involved with a man who thought a whole lot before he acted.
“I can’t say,” he said then slipped on his shirt.
It was a shame to no longer see his ripped chest.
“Do you go to the gym?” I asked.
He smirked. “Every day. When I can’t sleep, I work out, and I’ve now added making love to my exercise program.”
My cheeks heated as he smirked at me.
Then we engaged in a long, luscious, passionate, pulse-pounding kiss. When Jake held me, it was as if his hands and body took complete possession of my entire being.
My head felt dizzy as I watched him walk away from me. I lay on the bed and listened to him rushing through the penthouse for a few minutes, then the elevator dinged. He was gone.
Wasting no time following the doctor’s orders, I drew a warm bath in the claw-foot tub in the master bathroom. As I laid my head back against the ceramic, I recalled every one of our lovemaking sessions. Boy, was he good at sex.How did he learn to go down on a woman that way?
Unfortunately, my mind also replayed instances when Rich had laved me up down there as he tried to find the clit. It was a gross, sloshy saliva bath. At least he gave me more moisture to swallow his long cock. But with all the women he cheated with, not one of us was able to teach him how to stimulate the clit.
Then I remembered that Rich wasn’t such a great student. I even gave him a touch-the-clit example once, but he merely snatched his hand out of my grasp and said, “I don’t need a lesson on eating pussy. I know how to eat pussy.”
I was too kind to insult him and say,Dude, if you knew how to do it, then I wouldn’t be giving you a lesson. Do you think I want to be doing this?
Squeezing my eyes even tighter, I once again banished my ex from my mind. I had no idea why I thought about him so much lately. I didn’t love him. Perhaps it was because, as boyfriends went, he was the extreme example of my picker being off.
I slid my finger down my slit, recalling Jake’s desk and my being on top of it and his mouth pleasuring me. I so hoped my picker was working when it came to him.
He’s hiding something,a small voice whispered inside my head.
My eyes popped open, and my chest felt heavy. I would have to accept that he was indeed keeping secrets. I also had to remember that I loved his company and making love to him. What I couldn’t do was fall in love with him, not until I knew everything he was hiding.
I settled on taking that position, which allowed me to relax more in the warm water. I washed myself with a gardenia-and-citrus body scrub then went into the shower to rinse off the delicious-smelling granules. After I was done washing and blow-drying my hair, I ordered dessert, an assortment of fried donuts with delicious dipping sauces.
My stomach was so full after I devoured dessert that I clutched it as I walked to the master bedroom to lie down for a bit. But as I passed the door of the guest room, I heard my cellphone ding with a text message.
“Damn it,” I muttered, realizing I should’ve had it with me in Jake’s room. Even though I was off shift, I still had to be reachable.
I sat on the foot of the bed and checked my messages. Of course, my team had plenty of questions about patients. I raced to my computer and powered it on. I decided to work in the office. I was sure Jake wouldn’t mind.
“Jake.” I said his name as I waited for my computer finishing booting. “Jake,” I said again.
Gosh, how easily his name formed in my mouth. I hated that I felt he was the one. He couldn’t be the one.
“The secrets, Pen,” I whispered.
Once my desktop appeared, I answered all the emails regarding patients I had passed off. Then I saw that one email that made my chest contract. I rubbed my breastbone as I looked at the first few lines of the message from Boston in the previewer. It read, “Congratulations, Dr. Penina Ross.”
“Shit,” I said under my breath.
I had been accepted.
When a loud ding announced another message, I jumped. It was from Angela.
