Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies

by Alex Grayson

  The woman gestured over his shoulder. “Over there. At the booth?”

  He looked, but he knew exactly who she was talking about. “I offered her

  champagne,” he replied, going for neutral territory. He didn’t recognize Lia’s sister, but that wasn’t a surprise. He’d transferred into Clover High in his junior year, so she was already at college.

  “You should go and offer her a little more than champagne,” the blonde said, tucking something into the waistband of his pants. He looked down to see at least two Benjamins sticking out of his slacks. “On me,” she finished.

  His brows rose and he removed the money, handing it back to her as

  discreetly as possible. “I’m not a prostitute,” he said softly, but his anger had sharpened the edges.

  Turning away from her, he stalked off to unload the rest of his tray. He pulled up beside Derek.

  “Hey, man. These ladies are fucking loving me tonight,” he said.

  Brody smiled but it was forced. “I just got money thrown at me to sleep

  with someone.”

  “Who?” his friend asked.

  “The bride.”

  “Someone wanted you to sleep with the bride?”

  “No,” he exclaimed. “The bride asked me to sleep with her sister.”

  “Which one is the sister?” Derek asked, craning his neck. Brody took a

  deep breath in and out, locking down his anger.

  “Not the point,” he ground out.

  Derek nodded. “Sorry, man. You’re right. What are you going to do?”

  “Finish this shift, then get the hell out of here.”

  He held out his fist and they pounded. “I need to take a break. Can you

  handle this by yourself for thirty?”

  “You got it.”

  Brody returned his tray to the bar, then returned to Lia’s table. She was

  still sitting just where he’d left her, her glass empty on the table in front of her.

  “Hey,” he said softly. He didn’t treat women like this normally, but he wanted to be a little more gentle with Lia. She’d always seemed so fragile to him. “Did you want another drink?”

  Lia shook her head. “I shouldn’t have had that one. I’m taking my sister

  home tonight.”

  He nodded, then held out his hand to her. “Do you still want to take that break with me?”

  “I thought you said it was in half an hour.” Despite her clear confusion,

  she stood up, sliding her hand in his.

  “I’m taking mine a little earlier,” he lied smoothly. “Come on. I know where we can talk in private.”

  He led her around the crowd of her sister’s friends, past the private bar

  and into one of three private bathroom stalls. He grimaced as soon as he shut the door and locked it. He didn’t want to be doing this in a bathroom, but it was private and quiet.

  Lia looked around at the plush private bathroom and felt her pulse flutter. They were locked in here together—her and Brody—and the thought made her heart squeeze in her chest. To distract herself from the god in front of her, she took stock of the space. It was big enough for a stall, a sink, and a small chair. She stood there, hugging her arms, unsure what to do. Did she sit? Did she stand? What if he only brought her there to ask her questions about one of her sister’s friends? They were all more beautiful than her. More liberated about sex too. It wasn’t like she was a virgin, but after losing her virginity to her college sweetheart who had then turned around and cheated on her, she wasn’t too quick to jump in the sack with just anyone.

  Unless it was Brody.

  He still starred in her fantasies, only she’d had to fill in the blanks from

  her memories of him at school. Now she was seeing what he’d grown up to be and he was more than her imagination had been able to conjure.

  “Jesus, you’re gorgeous.”

  She blinked, replaying his words to her. “W-what?”

  He scrubbed a hand through his hair, his biceps and pecs flexing and

  relaxing, flexing and relaxing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it’s true, Lia. You’re gorgeous.”

  She dropped her eyes to the ground, the blush that was creeping up her neck too hot for her to ignore. “You don’t have to say that,” she told him, peering up from under her lashes.

  “Why wouldn’t I? It’s true.” He took a half step closer, almost touching

  her. She could feel the heat of his body and wanted to close the distance, to put her hands on him. She licked her lips and he watched her do it, his eyes growing hot and hungry.

  “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

  He didn’t wait for her reply. Pressing his mouth to hers, he swept his

  tongue out, licking at the seam of her lips. On a moan, she opened for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hot skin, smelling the scent of his cologne. She could’ve almost played this off as a fantasy, but her senses were working overtime to catalogue everything about him so she knew it was true.

  With an arm around her waist, he drew her closer, pressing her into the line of his body and his erection which sat hot and heavy against her stomach. She gasped, then ground her hips into his, needing that friction, begging for it.

  4

  Brody dropped both of his hands to Lia’s ass, grabbing a handful of her fine assets. She was gorgeous is high school, but now she was a grown woman and he wanted to get her naked.

  Fast.

  She moaned into his mouth, her firm breasts and peaked nipples abrading against his bare chest. He dropped his head to her collarbone where it was exposed in the deep V of her blouse. He loved that she wasn’t dressed the same way as all of her sister’s friends had been—skin-tight dresses that were shorter than socially acceptable unless they were in a club setting. No, his Lia was dressed in a bloodred blouse and a black skirt that hit just below her knee. She was totally rocking that sexy teacher vibe with the fuck-me heels she had on her feet.

  Peeling his hands away from her ass, he began unbuttoning her blouse, going slow enough so she could change her mind if she wanted to, although he hoped like hell she didn’t. Her skin scorched him as his fingers skimmed over her stomach, pushing the fabric out of his way. He pulled back so he could just stare at her for a moment, taking in that red lace bra and the shade of pink that was crawling up her neck.

  “You shouldn’t be ashamed,” he told her, tipping her chin back up so she’d look at him. “You are stunning. I just wish we had more time.”

  “What if you did?” she asked, breathy.

  He grinned. “I’d worship you like I’ve wanted to do since high school, Lia.”

  His candid reply made her gasp.

  “I had a crush on you since I started at Clover,” he told her, dropping a kiss to her nose. “And I have to tell you, I still think you’re pretty fucking amazing.”

  That blush of hers made another appearance and she laughed. “I had no idea.”

  Shrugging, he said, “It wasn’t like I could tell you. You were…”

  “Wildly unpopular? I know.”

  “No. I was going to say out of my league.”

  She opened her mouth and closed it. Then opened it again. “You were the quarterback of the school team. You were untouchable for someone like me.”

  Yeah, well, he wasn’t a QB now. “Do you know the best thing about not being in high school anymore?” he asked, kissing her mouth once more because he could and he intended on enjoying this.

  She titled her head back, giving him access to the long column of her throat. “What’s that?” she panted.

  “That all those social cliques don’t matter anymore. This is just about me wanting to pleasure you.” He nipped her collarbone, then laved his tongue over the bite to soothe her skin. “Will you let me pleasure you?”

  She was quiet for a moment and he was afraid he’d pushed too far, too fast.

  But then Lia’s hands bru
shed down her stomach, landing on the waistband of his pants. With deft fingers, she undid the button and lowered the zipper.

  Lia couldn’t believe she had her hand on Brody Riker’s dick. Jesus, he was big. And hard. Heat funneled through her as she thought about what he’d be able to do with it once he had her naked. She shoved his slacks down over his hips, leaving them around his muscular thighs. Wrapping a hand around his shift, she smiled when he threw his head back and hissed.

  The muscles in his torso flexed and relaxed with his breathing, the muscles in his neck cording. Leaning forward, she kissed his chest, rimming one nipple with the tip of her tongue. He tasted of women’s perfume and alcohol, but under that, she got a hint of his natural spice. She continued to stroke him, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. His fingers tightened on her hips as he held her captive, but she got the distinct impression that she was the one in control here.

  “You need to stop,” he told her, his breath leaving him in a rush. “You need to fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

  She smiled as she took him into her mouth once more, using her tongue and teeth to draw more and more delicious groans from his throat. His hands came to rest on the back of her head, his hips thrusting to meet her mouth. She took him all, feeling the crown hit the back of her throat and kicking in her gag reflex. Wetness bloomed between her legs. She needed more.

  She came to her feet in a smooth movement that she could only thank the years of ballet training on and took a shaky step back. Brody watched her, his breathing heavy and harsh in his throat. Reaching behind her, she fumbled with the zipper on her skirt, drawing it down smoothly after messing up the first attempt. She stepped out of it, leaving her in her bra, panties, and heels. Brody groaned, then came at her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. His erection prodded at her ass and she wiggled, trying to get it where she needed it to be.

  “Impatient, aren’t you?” he whispered into her ear, nipping her lobe playfully.

  “I’ve waited five years for this,” she replied.

  “You’re killing me, Lia.”

  He set her down on the small sink, kissing her, his tongue stroking hers, his hips surging. He was driving her wild and all she wanted was for him to be in her. As his kissed her, one of his hands swept up her thigh, going higher and higher until he reached her core. He stroked her through her panties, and she arched to meet him. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, and just as she was about to ask, he pushed aside her panties and sank two fingers into her.

  5

  Oh, yeah. Lia was wet and ready for him. Brody sucked at her neck, moving over her collarbones while pumping his fingers in and out of her. She writhed beneath him, that was pretty much when his self-control snapped. He was trying to take his time, to make it good for her, but his cock was so hard it was aching, straining towards her like an untrained dog pulling at the lead.

  She whimpered when he eased his fingers out and he kissed her.

  “I’ve got something better for you.” He smirked.

  He eased her panties down over her hips, her thighs, and along her slender calves. He massaged her muscles, watching how her eyes shuttered closed and her head rolled to one side. Man, the next time he got to do this, he was going to spend hours worshiping her. Like she deserved.

  Dropping her panties to the floor, he hooked his hands under her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the sink.

  “Are you ready?”

  “So ready,” she replied in a purr.

  He stepped from his pants, finding his wallet and the condom he kept there. He sheathed himself quickly, enjoying the way Lia’s eyes flared as she watched. Her breasts rose and fell quickly with her breath and he wanted to see them uncovered. As if reading his mind, she pulled the lace cups down and exposed herself to him. Her nipples puckered in the cool air and he leaned down to take one in to his mouth. He suckled at her for a moment before lavishing attention on the other breast. When her whole body became liquid, he entered her in a smooth motion.

  They both groaned and he just stayed there, absorbing everything from the way the light caught her hair to the way her dark lashes were a slash over her pale skin. She was beautiful in a way that he had never seen before and he realized that this couldn’t be it. He needed more of her.

  “Brody?” she asked in a whisper and he refocused on her face. “Is everything okay?”

  “More than okay,” he replied, slowly pulling out before sliding back in again. Her inner walls clenched, holding him in place before he pulled back once more.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her mouth to his, claiming him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the dual sensations of her mouth on his, him inside her body and he knew this was as close to a religious experience he was ever going to get.

  “I’m close,” she panted, dipping her head into the crook of his neck. Her hot breath feathered over his skin, driving him crazy with lust. He redoubled his efforts, his hips pistoning in her, her nails scoring his back. With one final deep thrust, he felt her tip over the edge, her inner walls contracting around his cock, milking the orgasm from him.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting once, twice, a third time before spilling inside her. Lia called out his name as she came, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding him against her.

  Lia felt empty as soon as Brody pulled out of her body. The sensation didn’t last long though because he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her gently.

  “When can I see you again?” he asked, his voice a rich, dark rumble in the small space.

  “You want to see me again?” she asked. She’d thought this would’ve been a one-and-done kind of thing. One-night stands weren’t her usual style, but it didn’t feel like that with him. It felt like it was just the beginning.

  “Of course I do.” He tucked a loose strand of her hair over her ear. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  She shrugged and her gaze darted down, but he hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him again.

  “You’re amazing, Lia. I feel like this was meant to happen—I was supposed to see you again.”

  “Me too,” she whispered.

  Framing her face in his hands, he kissed her, the passion they’d just shared igniting again. He broke the kiss first, blowing out a breath as he pressed their foreheads together.

  “I have to get back out there. Derek will wonder where I am.”

  “Derek is the other guy?”

  He nodded. “And he tends to get into trouble when he’s left unsupervised.”

  She grinned and ran her hands down his stomach. “I’m not going to lie. I’m not sure how I feel about my sister and her friends touching you while I have to sit and watch.”

  He grinned at her, touching her face softly. “I like that.”

  “You like getting groped?”

  Throwing his head back, he laughed. “No. I like that you’re jealous.”

  She grunted and drew the two halves of her shirt together, redoing the buttons with shaking fingers. He ran his hand under her blouse, stopping her.

  “When can I see you again?”

  “What time do you finish up tonight?”

  “Midnight. Can I take you out for a drink?”

  “You’ll be serving drinks all night and you want to take me out for one?” she asked, incredulously.

  “No, I want to take you back to my place and get you naked again, but we have plenty of time for that.”

  She slid from the sink and picked up her skirt, stepping back into it. She looked around for her panties and found them sticking out of Brody’s pocket. He stopped her from taking them out.

  “You can get them back when you come for a drink with me.” His words were innocent but his grin was salacious.

  “You know you don’t have to resort to blackmail to get me to see you again.” Stepping into the line of his firm, hot body she placed a kiss on the side of his neck, right above the bow tie that hadn’t gotten disturbed at
all while they’d had the best sex of her life.

  “Is that a yes, then?” he called as she turned to leave.

  “It’s always a yes for you, Brody.”

  About Kally

  Kally Ash is a contemporary romance author whose passions include curling up with a good book, devouring chocolate and getting kitty cuddles. Tempt Me is her debut novel, and the first book in a three book series. Some of her unicorn authors include Sawyer Bennett, Elizabeth Hayley and Haley Jenner.

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  Heels Together, Knees Apart

  Alex Grayson

  A hot psychologist and his sexy patient…

  It was wrong, he knew it, but he did it anyway…

  1

  Bryan

  I tap my pen on my desk and look up at the clock. Anticipation and excitement flow through me when I see the time. Three fifty-five. My favorite time of day every Thursday. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment she walked out of my office last week.

  I’m a sick bastard for wanting this, but it’s getting harder and harder to care.

  “Dr. Erikson.” My secretary’s voice comes over the speaker. “Your four o’clock is here.”

  I press the button. “Send her in, Maryann.”

  I exit out of the patient file I was looking over and close my laptop. After grabbing a white legal pad, I get up from my desk and go sit in one of the leather armchairs in the middle of my office. Another chair just like it sits opposite, with a round coffee table between the two. Usually, I sit behind my desk while my patients use the leather couch. Not with her, though. I sit in this chair while she sits across from me. I like it this way. It gives me an unencumbered view of her.

  There’s a light tap on my door before it swings open. Maryann steps to the side, the door at her back, and a woman walks past her into the room. I keep my eyes on Maryann for the moment, afraid to look at the stunning woman yet.