Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
She catches it with a perplexed look on her face, scooting back so she can lean on the pillows that are propped against the headboard. Her eyebrows draw inward as she reads the email I’d pulled up on my screen before I knocked on her door.
I’ve got it practically memorized because it’s very short, and very sweet to me.
Dear Bodie,
My nurse informed me of your call into the office today. Attached please find the prescription you requested.
If I can be of further help, don’t hesitate to contact my office.
Sincerely,
W.D. Anchors, M.D.
I pull my shirt over my head while I watch Rachel tap the screen once to pull up the attached PDF file. It’s a prescription written by Dr. Anchors.
He had filled in “Rachel Hart” on the line for the patient name and dated the script for today.
Underneath, he wrote: Sex as often as you want with no worries you are harming the baby. Don’t be overzealous but have fun. Repeat as necessary.
Rachel’s eyes scan the screen, and I’m emboldened when her lips tip upward at the edges. She finally gives me a chastising look. “You bothered Dr. Anchors about this?”
“I thought you were being a little too ridiculous in your fears,” I say as I strip out of my jeans. “He was only too happy to help.”
She gives me a glare, but it doesn’t pack any punch. I climb onto the end of the bed, then crawl my way up her body. Her legs spread slightly, and I’m sure she expects me to crawl all the way up to kiss her.
Instead, I pause and press my face into her pussy, which is covered by her sensible-looking boy shorts done in blue cotton. I inhale deeply and with such appreciation I can’t help but groan.
“Oh, God,” Rachel murmurs, and I can hear the defeat in her voice just from that one little move.
My head pops up, and I smile at her. She tries a reproachful look back at me, but I’m not having it. I continue my way up her body, yanking my phone from her hand and flinging it aside. Then I’m kissing her. It’s a hello kiss as well as an “I’m dying to fuck you” kiss, and a kiss of just of how much I missed her the last few days.
Her fingers slide into my hair and she holds me to her tightly, her tongue sliding against mine.
Finally, I pull away and give her a sober look. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I’m just teasing you about all this. If you’re not comfortable with us having sex, you can just give me a blow job.”
Rachel laughs, because she knows I won’t accept it unless she’s getting something in return. “Just be gentle with me,” she says softly but quite seriously.
“I promise,” I tell her before tilting my head and pressing my lips to her jaw.
Then to her neck.
Collarbone.
Center of her chest through the material of her tank top.
Lifting my head up again, I look at her. “We’ll start off very gently. Just my mouth ever so softly on your clit until you come.”
Rachel cocks an eyebrow at me, then uncharacteristically becomes affectionate by sort of ruffling my hair with her hand. “You do know that the orgasms you give me are so powerful that I’m a little concerned they could rattle the baby a bit. They turn me inside out, Bodie.”
I press another kiss to her chest, then look back up at her. “That may be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me, Hart.”
I get an eye roll, but then her hands are on my head, giving me a hard push to make me move further down her body. She’s fully capitulated, and my dick is very hard and very happy in response.
When I reach those little boy shorts, which are admittedly sexy even though they cover a lot, I nip the edge with my teeth and give them a playful tug. I look up at Rachel to find her staring at me so intently I’m stunned to inaction for a moment.
I let the cotton elastic go, and it snaps back into place. “It’s the same for me,” I say.
Her head tilts to the side. “What’s the same?”
“The orgasms you give me are out of this world,” I admit, giving her a little bit of power over me. “Never felt anything like them in my life. And do you know what?”
“What?” she whispers almost breathlessly.
“It’s because there’s something special between us. Call it chemical, call it emotional… I don’t give a fuck what you call it. But it’s something different, and I know you know it, too.”
She’s slow to respond, but it’s what I want. She nods her head. “Yeah… it’s something different. Something special.”
The moment is heavy with emotion, and maybe with a little more prodding I could actually get Rachel to admit she cares for me a lot more than she’s letting on. But I don’t because unless Rachel gets there on her own, it will never be genuine.