We were quiet as we ate our pie, both of us wearing matching grins. We had just finished eating when his phone buzzed with an incoming message.
"It's Cami. She's ready for me to pick her up." He stood with a grin. "Wish me luck."
I offered him a fist bump with a laugh. "Somehow, from the little I saw tonight, you don't need luck. Just enjoy."
"Oh, I will," he said. "I might be late tomorrow."
"Me too."
He laughed. "Maybe we'll have to shut down the whole office."
I chuckled as he hurried away, imagining Bentley's reaction to the office being shut down because the majority of his employees were in a sex-induced stupor. He wouldn't be impressed. Except Emmy had been there tonight as well, so maybe he'd be late himself.
Or absent.
About ten minutes later, my phone chimed with a message from Becca.
Becca: Baby, come home now, okay? I'm waiting and I have a surprise.
I threw some money on the table, then stood so fast, I almost fell over while responding as I hurried toward the condo.
Reid: On my way, BB. Hold tight.
Then I added,
Reid: I like surprises.
Her response made my feet move faster.
Becca: You're going to love this one.
I swallowed. I had a feeling she was right.
* * *
The condo was quiet when I let myself back in. I tried not to laugh at the quantity of empty wine bottles on the counter-the number had grown a lot. I had a feeling Cami wasn't the only woman who needed a ride home earlier-I was sure Aiden had dropped a few of them off.
I hurried down the hall and walked into the bedroom. Becca was leaning against her dancing pole, one leg wrapped around the metal, her hair fallen over her shoulder and wearing the pink baby doll I had seen earlier. Her breasts filled the cups, the fabric sheer enough I could see her hardened nipples. The hem ended right at her hips, the diaphanous fabric not hiding the fact she was bare for me.
"Hey, handsome," she purred, arching her back. "I got you a little something-something I thought you'd like."
I grabbed the doorframe, my cock already pressing against the material of my pants.
"Jesus, Becca."
"You want a dance?"
I shook my head, yanking my shirt over my head. "No. I want you."
She grinned, her blue eyes darkening with desire. "Where do you want to have me?"
"On our bed." I stepped closer, tracing the lace on the lingerie. "Right now."
Her gaze flitted to the side, and I followed the path. On the bed was a small bullet. And beside the bed, a bag of other items.
Full.
I met her smile. "Sandy told you I was here?"
"Yeah. Your credit card got a workout."
Without giving her a chance to move, I wrapped her into my arms, kissing her hard. "Good. Your turn for a workout."
"This first," she informed me, handing me a small tube. "I think you're going to like this."
I read the name on the small tube. "Enhancement cream," I murmured.
"I tried a little earlier," she whispered. "It's intense. I've been desperate for your cock ever since -even after it wore off. I wanted to try it on you."
I arched my eyebrow. "Oh, yeah?"
She nodded. "You need to be naked."
I was out of my clothes fast, freeing my erection that was aching with need for her. With a smile, she fell to her knees, kissing the crown and licking my shaft. I moaned at the sensation of her mouth on me.
She backed away and rubbed some of the cream onto the head of my cock and down the length. The reactions from it were instant.
Small tingles, like hundreds of sensuous tongues gliding over my erection, made me groan low in my throat, and my cock twitched in pleasure. The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced. It was second only to her mouth on me. My need for Becca suddenly became frantic.
I bent, lifting her into my arms and kissing her until she was breathless. I deposited her onto the bed and met her lust-filled eyes.
"On your knees again, Becca."
* * *
She was a vision. Her lips swollen from mine, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes filled with longing. With a smile, she turned over, displaying her ass for me.
"Like this, Reid?"
I ran my hands over her cheeks, playfully tapping them. "Just like that, Mrs. Matthews."
I leaned over her, trailing my lips over her exposed skin. "We're going to have a little fun now."
She peeked over her shoulder. "I was hoping we would."
I slid my fingers against her, adding a little of the cream to her clit. It was already a hard pebble under my touch, and she gasped as I played with her, lifting her ass higher. She was slick and ready for me, but I wanted her to come before I was inside her. I loved watching her come. Listening to her noises. Knowing it was me who made her feel that way-who made her cry out and writhe, wanting, needing more. Needing me.
I teased and stroked her, keeping my touch light enough to make her gasp and shiver but not let her find her release. I wanted her desperate. Spying another small tube of lube on the bed, I grabbed it and drizzled a little over her ass, rubbing it into the puckered hole. We had been experimenting, and to my delight, I found her very responsive to a little ass play. The lube was silky, and I eased my finger into her, listening to her sounds of pleasure.
"Oh, God, Reid. Yes."
With my finger inside her, I picked up the bullet, studying it. I slid it against her and flicked the switch.
"Fuck," she cried out, sensitive and yearning. "Reid, please, baby, please!"
"You want more, Becca?" I asked, withdrawing and kneeling behind her, ready to give her what she wanted. What we both wanted.
"Yes," she begged. "More."
I turned up the bullet. She gasped, arching her back, lifting her ass and spreading her legs wider. She grasped the comforter in her hands, twisting the material.
"Reid..." she whimpered, her orgasm washing over her.
I sank into her, feeling the tight muscles clamp down on me. I slid one arm around her waist, keeping her anchored to me while the other hand held the bullet against her. I set a fast pace, driving her toward another release. The combination of my cock in her pussy and the bullet on her clit hit her hard, and she spasmed under me, screaming into the comforter, milking my cock, taking everything I had as I emptied myself inside her.
I barely managed to roll from her. I pulled her to my chest, blindly reaching until I found the bullet switch and shut it off. Tucking her close, I pressed a kiss to her head.
"Wow," I mumbled. "I liked that surprise."
She laughed. "Good. There's lots more."
"Not that I'm objecting, but any reason for the purchases?"
"No. I'd heard about their products and thought it might be fun. I mentioned it to Cami and Dee, and they were all for a party. Even Sandy was excited."
"Yeah, I don't want to think about that."
She chuckled. "You're funny. She is a woman."
"So she reminded me. I can't...I just can't. It's Sandy."
"Okay." She soothed me with a giggle. "We won't discuss Sandy and Pure Romance™ anymore."
"Good. Now you and Pure Romance™ I'm good with."
I felt her smile on my chest.
"I have no idea what else you have in that bag, but holy shit, I can hardly wait to try it. All of it." I paused. "And buy more."
She laughed, the sound breathless and light. "We had a lot of fun tonight."
"Good."
"I had even more fun with you," she whispered. "I love us together."
"Me too, BB."
She snuggled close and I ran my finger over the lace of her new lingerie. "I managed not to rip this. I can't promise next time."
"I can get more."
"Good. You should get that V-necked one too. The one-piece."
She looked up at me, one eyebrow raised.
I shrugged. "I ha
d some time to kill. I looked at their site." I grinned. "I made a wish list."
"You can look in the bag tomorrow and see what I missed. I can always add to my order."
"Excellent." I lifted one eyebrow. "Any chance of a butt plug in there?"
"For you or me?"
I chuckled. "You, BB. Definitely you."
"Maybe."
My cock twitched.
"They have toys just for men, you know. And for couples."
"I saw that. We'll have to go through the site together." I lifted the tube of enchantment cream. "This is going on the list."
"I got two."
"Okay. That'll do for now."
She yawned, trying to cover it with her hand. I laughed and kissed her softly. "Go to sleep, BB. We can compare notes in the morning. Maybe we can try something else in your bag of tricks."
"Okay," she mumbled, already drifting.
I kissed her and carefully manoeuvred us under the blanket. I had a feeling, despite the late hour, we'd be awake early, eager to try out something else.
Thanks to Pure Romance™, it was gonna be a great week.
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First Date: Colin and Miranda
Thank you to the members of Lucy Score’s Binge Readers Anonymous for inviting me to “Tell Me A Story”. The story I told was the first date of Sandy’s charming grandson, Colin Preston, and his future wife, Miranda.
Here is the version for my readers.
Colin
I pulled on my jacket, grabbing my scarf and winding it around my neck. The temperature in the hospital rivaled that of the Bahamas, but I knew once I stepped outside, the icy chill would make the heat I’d dealt with all day a distant memory.
I passed the nurses station, waving goodbye. I heard my name being called, and I turned to see a fellow ER doctor heading my way. Mack Roberts grinned at me.
“Hey, Colin, you coming to the bar?”
I frowned. “The bar?”
He laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. “It’s Douglas’s last day. We’re all meeting up for a drink to say goodbye. You’re coming, right?”
I scratched my head. I had forgotten that was tonight. After a double shift in the busy ER, all I wanted was to go home, shower, grab a bite to eat, and hit the mattress. But Douglas was a good guy, and he would be missed around here. One drink wouldn’t hurt.
“Sure, yeah. I’m coming.”
“Great. Let me grab my coat, and I’ll walk over with you.”
I headed outside, breathing in the cold air, clearing my lungs and head of the medicinal smell. The air felt good on my skin, and I flapped my coat, letting in the cold and helping wake myself up.
“Is that your imitation of a bird?” an amused voice asked.
I turned and met the sparkling blue eyes of Miranda Chalmers, one of the head charge nurses in the ER. She’d only been with the hospital for a couple of months, but there was no doubt she was one of the best. Well liked by her peers and respected by the doctors, she was amazing at her job. Competent, organized, empathetic, and warm, she put the patients first and often fought on their behalf.
“Hi.” I grinned at her, thinking how pretty she looked with the snowflakes settling on her shoulders and chestnut hair. “Cooling off a little. It was like Hades in there all day.”
“I know. Maintenance was down twice. Something about a broken boiler and needing parts Apparently, we just have to suffer.”
“Typical.” We shared a knowing smile. Everything was a waiting game in the hospital.
“You off?” I asked.
She nodded, pulling on her gloves. “Headed to the bar. You?”
“Yeah, me too.”
A couple of other nurses walked out, one linking arms with Miranda. Linda smiled at me. “You coming, Dr. Preston?”
“Yeah, just waiting for Mack.” I smiled. “And it’s Colin. I’ve told you that before.”
They all laughed. We tried to be professional during working hours, but after I left the hospital, I preferred to just be me.
“You want to walk over with us?” Miranda asked.
“I’m waiting for Mack. You ladies go ahead.” I met Miranda’s eyes. “Save me a seat.”
She winked. “I’ll do that, Colin.”
They walked away, laughing. I watched them go, my stare focused on Miranda. She was smaller than the other two, and her hair gleamed brightly under the streetlights.
I had liked her the moment I met her. I had the feeling she liked me too. We clicked right away. Yet, somehow, I had never managed to find the right moment to ask her out. I wondered if perhaps tonight that might change.
As I waited for Mack, I recalled the day we’d met.
It had been a busy day in the ER. I was rushing between patients, barely able to chart or take a breath. The coffee I had brought in was still sitting in the lounge, having long since gone cold. I glanced at the board, groaning internally. It hadn’t gotten smaller—if anything, it had grown.
I grabbed a chart and headed to the next patient. As I approached, I heard the distinct sounds of a panicked child, a parent struggling to help, and then a voice I didn’t recognize.
“Hey, it’s okay. Look at me, Jane. Everything is going to be okay. The doctor isn’t going to hurt you. You sit still for one minute, and that chalk will be gone.”
“I no wanna!”
I hurried in and took in the situation. The child, Jane, had evidently stuffed a piece of chalk so far up her nose it wasn’t even visible. The blue powder all around her nostrils made it evident it was there, though.
Her mother was upset, the child anxious, but it was the nurse soothing them who caught my attention. Rich chestnut hair was pulled away from her face, a long ponytail hanging over her shoulder. Rounded cheeks and full lips were set into a heart-shaped face, and her deep blue eyes were striking. She was small and wore bright-colored scrubs with happy faces all over them, and she looked relieved when I walked in. She was pretty, her smile kind, and something about her beckoned to me. I recalled we’d had a new charge nurse arrive this week, but I had yet to meet her. I would have remembered this woman.
“Here’s the doctor.” She bent low. “He always gives a present if you’re good.”
That got the child’s attention. “Present?”
I strolled over and sat down on the rolling stool. “If you’re good. And you get to choose it yourself.”
Jane sniffled. “It hurts.”
I tipped up her chin. “That’s why chalk belongs in the box, not your nose.”
“Jerry dared me!”
Her mother groaned, and I looked at her. “Brother?”
“Yes.”
I chuckled. I had tormented Jennifer when we were kids too.
After a quick exam, I stood. “Okay, I’ll have that out in a jiffy,” I promised.
I approached the nurse, who indicated the tray. “Everything is ready.”
“Thank you, ah…? We haven’t met.” I held out my hand. “Colin Preston.”
“Miranda Chalmers.”
“Welcome to the ER.” I shook her hand, wondering at the odd feeling of how right it fit with mine wrapped around it.
“It’s up there pretty tight.”
I blinked then realized she meant the chalk.
“I have a trick,” I assured her. “I’ll have it out fast. Have the treasure chest at ready.”
Two minutes later, I held up the damp piece of chalk. Miranda had wrapped her arms around Jane, holding her head for me and telling her a funny story about a mouse to distract her.
“Okay, young lady. Before you get your present, you have to promise, no matter what Jerry dares you to do, you will ask yourself if it would be something Mommy would want you to do, okay?”
“Okay,” she sniffled.
Five minutes later, I poured a hot cup of coffee, grateful for a stolen minute. Miranda walked in, and I lifted the pot. She nodded and smiled, and I held out the cup I ha
d just poured for myself. I grabbed another one, and we sipped in silence for a moment.
“You’re good with calming the patient.”
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
I laughed. She was intriguing. “Finding your way around all right?”
She shrugged. “It’s all new. The hospital, the town, but I’ll figure it out.”
I was about to ask her if I could help when the door opened.
“Car accident coming in fast. Need all hands on deck.”
We both set down our cups. Since then, all our interactions had been professional, although every time I saw her, she intrigued me more. But there never was the right moment alone with her to continue our conversation.
Mack’s voice interrupted my musings. He hurried over, yanking up his hood. “Shit, it’s cold. Let’s go—there’s a beer and hopefully a pretty nurse waiting for me!”
Chuckling, I followed him. I was secretly hoping for the same thing.
* * *
It took me thirty minutes to make it through the crush at the bar to find Miranda. She was perched on a stool at the end of the bar, sipping a glass of white wine when I approached. She smiled, her expression open and warm. I ordered a beer and another glass of wine for her, and we tried our best to make conversation over the din. I noticed a vacant table in the corner and indicated it with a tilt of my head. With a nod, she slid from her stool. Without thinking, I grabbed her hand, and we pushed our way through the throng of people and to the quiet corner. Her hand felt strangely right nestled in my palm, and for some reason, I was loath to release it when we reached the quieter spot.
She sat down, and I joined her with a sigh.
“You worked a double. You must be exhausted.”
“A little. But I wanted to wish Douglas well. One beer, and I’ll head home.”
“Oh.” She nodded in understanding, but I saw the flash of disappointment on her face. Knowing I would be useless once I drank the beer in front of me and the exhaustion caught up with me, I took the chance.
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