Page 35 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

“Your skin looks great, Amber. It looks like the serum is clearing up a lot of the sun damage.”

She grins. “You really think so?”

“The proof is in the magnification. I want you to continue using the serum daily for a few more weeks so I can continue to monitor your progress. So far, though, I’m quite pleased.”

“I’m so glad!” she says, throwing her arms around me. The lamp nearly falls over, but I manage to catch it. “Oh, sorry about that. I’m just really happy!”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy, too. After the first eight iterations failed, I was ready to give up on AJB.”

“I’m glad you didn’t! Otherwise, I’d still be struggling with my skin. Us meeting at that convention was fate.”

Fate seems like an accurate word to use. I never used to believe fate existed, but something brought Amber to my table at the very moment I was returning. Just a few minutes would’ve meant the difference between us meeting and us never knowing the other existed.

I’ll gladly thank fate for intervening.

“You know, my sister thinks fate is the reason for everything.”

“I didn’t know you had a sister. Is she older or younger?”

“Older,” Amber answers. “By four years. She’s got three kids now and a great husband.”

“Are you close?”

She shakes her head. “Not really. We talk sometimes, but it’s mostly so my sister can rant about something awful our parents have done.”

“That’s a shame.”

Amber shrugs. “I don’t know. Dana and I are really different. We get along fine; we’re just not super close. We don’t hang out, but we do talk, if that makes sense. It’s more than I can say about my relationship with my parents.”

That sounds like a can of worms Amber doesn’t want to open. I understand not wanting to discuss parents. My mother is a piece of work. It sounds like Amber and I might have a lot in common. Though if I’m reading this right, she barely talks to her parents. My problem is that I talk to my mom all…the…time.

“I have a brother – Adam,” I say. “He’s a couple years younger than me. We’re very close. Even now that he lives in Michigan with his wife, we still make time to hang out a couple times a year, outside of just seeing each other for holidays.”

“That’s great! I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling I like to hang out with. It probably would’ve been a lot less lonely growing up, that’s for sure. Luckily, I made friends with the neighbors. Still, people act like siblings are built-in friends. That was never the case for Dana and me.”

“When we were younger, it was sometimes annoying. Adam was always around, and since I’m older, he would follow me around and try to do everything I did. But even with the annoying parts, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

Amber looks up at me, her eyelashes fluttering. I open my mouth to say more about Adam, but no words come out.

Instead, my hand reaches out to push Amber’s hair behind her ear of its own accord.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

She blushes. “Do you really think so?”

“I never say things I don’t mean.”

Before Amber can respond, I close the small distance between us and taste those sweet lips again.

She reacts immediately. Our kiss deepens. I slide my stool as close to her chair as I can get and pull her body against mine.

The position is far from comfortable, but I don’t care. I’ll risk discomfort to have Amber close to me.

“I want to taste you again,” I say, pulling away for just a moment. “Take off your pants, but leave your panties on.”

Amber stands and does as I say. As soon as her slacks hit the floor, I jump from my stool and kiss her again. This woman is so gorgeous! How did I get so lucky?

“On the exam table, now,” I demand.

She scurries up onto the table and spreads her legs wide. Her panties are once again soaked with her sweet, delicious juices.

I waste no time burying myself in her pussy. I use my teeth to tear her panties from her body. She moans as the fabric falls to the ground.

There’s no need to tease her today. I go right for her center, licking, kissing, sucking, and fingering to my heart’s desire. Amber writhes on the table, begging me for more.

She’s going to get more. There’s nothing to worry about.

“Oh God, yes! AJ, that feels so good. You’re so good!”

“You like that, baby? Show me just how much.”

Amber wiggles her hips, changing the angle of my fingers plunging into her damp pussy.

“Right there,” she pants. “That’s it. Yes, lick me there!”

I suck on her clit and finger her as she struggles to grab onto something. She starts by holding the table, then my head, then my shirt. Anything she can get her hands on.

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