Page 72 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

I must look at him strangely.

“I stayed here when North had the issue with Xander Forde. I know where everything is.” He smiles and winks again.

I need to get out of this room before I get myself into more trouble.

I speed walk back into the bedroom and jump straight in the shower. I manage to get all the important bits washed and clean before I feel him slide in behind me. He feels so good. His hands are roaming over my shoulders and round to my breasts.

“We can’t have sex this morning.” I moan. I want sex; I want it so bad.

“Why not?” he whispers between kissing behind my ear.

“The doctors might want to do an examination, and I’m not letting them look if I’ve just had sex.”

“Hmm, okay, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have breakfast.” He drops to his knees, water splashing off his back as he gently pushes me toward the bench.

“Lie down on here. Hurry up, I’m starving.” The tiles on the bench are cold, but as soon as I am down, he lifts my legs up, puts them over his shoulders, and pushes them wide open in a quick movement.

Dipping his head down, he whispers against my skin, “Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” The vibration from his lips makes me tingle. Then, his tongue sweeps into action. The sensation alone nearly sets me off. He slides in one finger, and when I think I’m about to come, he slides in another. I feel him bend his fingers, and then an overwhelming sensation of pleasure floods me. I’m clamping down hard on his fingers as he moves them in and out, and each time, the pleasure increases until I can’t take anymore. After a few hard flicks on my clit, I fall. My whole body goes to jelly.

When I finally gather myself and move to look up, he’s back under the shower washing himself. I feel guilty. I feel like I should do something for him. I just don’t have the guts. My last boyfriend told me I was the worst blow job he’d ever had and never to bother trying it again. I only did it to stop him from going on about having sex. I didn’t want to do it with him, so I thought a blowie would sort him out. I was wrong. I disappointed him so much that he dumped me and found someone who would go all the way. We were together for six months, and never once did he even attempt to do the tongue thing. Zed, however, likes it for breakfast, apparently. Aren’t I lucky girl?

Chapter 30

Zed

Ilovethewayshe responds to every touch, every bite and every kiss. I can feel her eyes boring into my back as I freshen up. I can’t look round because I know what her face will tell me. Her lack of confidence rips me apart. She is beautiful, sexy, and strong. She is everything I didn’t realise I wanted in a woman. I know she thinks her lack of experience is a bad thing, but I don’t. It’s what turns me on the most. The fact that I can show her exactly what works for both of us blows my mind.

Gone are the days when I would relish the thought of a woman dropping to her knees and sucking hard on my dick because I wanted them to. Don’t get me wrong, I would love East to do it, but the thought of someone else makes me shudder.

It makes me wonder who or what has made her so shy when it comes to sex. She has the most amazing body. Even fully clothed, just a glance makes my dick rock hard.

Yep, I’m royally fucked.

When I do turn around, East has gone. I hear her humming some random melody in the bedroom. Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around my waist and go to grab the coffee.

When I enter the bedroom, East’s eyes automatically go to my dick. “Pleased to see me, are you?” She laughs at the tented towel.

“Well, you wouldn’t let me fuck you in the shower, so this is what you will have to put up with all day.”

“I can’t go out with you looking like that.”

“Well, you should do something about it, then.” I know I’m pushing her, but when her face falls, I realise I have probably gone a touch too far.

“Hey, I’m only messing with you. He’ll go down soon. Then, I can get dressed, and we can go and see the doctor.”

“I have to call them first. It might take a while to get through.”

I look around and find my phone. I click around and find what I’m looking for. It only takes a few rings and the receptionist answers.

“Good morning, Meadow Field Medical Practice.”

“Good morning, this is Zed O’Brien. I would like an appointment this morning to see Doctor Mather.”

“Certainly. Would 9:00 a.m. be convenient?”

“Yes, that would be great. I need to make the appointment for my wife. Her name is East O’Brien.”

“That’s fine. Do you have her medical reference number so that we can have her files transferred over to our practice?”

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