Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Also by Charish Reid
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Carina Press Romance Promise
- Writing for Carina
- Carina eNewsletter
John glanced down, his brow creased and his lips drawn tight. “By all means,” he said in a hoarse gasp. She grinned as he completely lost control to the sensations that rocked through him. She returned her lips to his shaft and sucked vigorously. “Good god, honey,” John breathed, resting his hand on the back of her head. He didn’t push her to take more, instead, he ran his fingers through her braids to massage the back of her neck. Each groan and shudder he gave thrilled her to the center of her wet sex. She worked her fingers in her pants fast and hard, even more excited by their brazen act. Victoria was so absorbed by her motions and his taste that she didn’t notice that John had wound her braids around his fist. “Come up for air, baby.”
“Mmh?” She intoned, her mouth still full.
John’s dark green eyes glittered above her as he gently pulled her away from his cock. It popped from her mouth and flipped upward.
“Was I not doing it right?” she panted.
He gave a dark chuckle as he lowered himself before her. “No, darling, you did it right.” He pulled out the condom and ripped it open with his teeth. “You do it entirely too right for me to last.”
“But—”
“No buts,” he said in a firm tone as he sat flat on the floor and slid the latex down his shaft. “I’m not going to finish without you.”
Victoria heaved a disappointed sigh.
“Don’t pout, Dr. Reese,” John said, pulling her pants to her knees. “I told you what I’d do to that bottom lip.”
She grinned as she stood and slipped her shoes off. Her pants followed. “You promise?”
John reached up and gave her a swift smack on her bottom in response. “Don’t test me, honey.”
Victoria lowered herself onto him, not able to recall a time in her life when she’d felt this free or daring. She didn’t want it to end. The next time they met, things would surely change. Date. It would be another role for her to play, another mask to wear. She tried to push the strange anxieties of Thursday from her mind as he sank inside her. Enjoy this moment, Victoria. Enjoy this wild, reckless moment with him.
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen
A Thursday lunch date is nothing to be nervous about.