More Than Words: More Than, Book 3
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Her soft moan echoed through the waiting room and her face creased in pleasure.
The sound hit Sam in the gut. It was exactly how he’d imagined her moaning in his fantasies. Only it wasn’t her finger she was licking in his fantasy. And it wasn’t icing that clung to her lip.
Sam cleared his throat. “Good news, Miss Molly.”
She blinked her eyes open.
“I found your missing underwear.” He let her bra dangle from his finger.
“Oh, thank heavens. I had no idea where that darn thing had gotten to.” Her tone was pure innocence, her gaze carnal sin. She placed the cupcake on her desk, stood and walked over to him, holding out her hand.
Reluctantly, he returned the bra to its rightful owner.
“By any chance, did you find my panties too?”
Sam scanned his gaze over his receptionist. Indeed, several of the symptoms she’d mentioned appeared evident. Her skin was flushed, her cupcake half eaten, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. Her chest heaved unevenly, pushing her breasts against the sheer fabric of her blouse. At this distance it was clear she wore no bra. Her nipples were outlined by the clingy fabric.
“I did.” Sam opened his palm, revealing her g-string.
“Brilliant. Thank you.” She reached for them, but Sam curled his fingers and refused to hand them over.
“It seems I may be suffering from your mysterious virus as well,” he told her. “Although my symptoms are a little different from yours. Instead of losing your underwear, I’m having difficulty parting with it.”
To prove his point, he slipped her panties in the pocket of his slacks. Yeah, his beautiful, plucky receptionist was never getting those back.
“Sam,” Molly gasped, staring not at her disappearing panties but at his face. “You’re affected too?”
“It appears so. See, I have this deep ache in my stomach, chills racing up my spine and I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
Molly sucked on her lower lip. “It’s lucky the door’s locked then, isn’t it? At least no one else can get in. No one else can catch what we have.”
Sam looked at her gravely. “Look, Molly, you mentioned needing a doctor to assess your symptoms?”
“I did. I do.”
“I’m a doctor,” Sam informed her.
“Y-you are?”
“I am.” He nodded. “And from the sound of your symptoms, I’m going to have to do a full-body assessment. Which means…”
“Which means?” She was all innocence.
“Which means you’re going to have to remove the rest of your clothes if I’m to do my job properly.”
“But, Doc.” Her jaw dropped. “How can I remove my clothes? First of all, with this virus, I’m scared they’ll vanish, and second of all…” She dropped her voice conspiratorially. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Sam couldn’t stop the groan that built in his throat. “It’s like I said, Molly. I’m a doctor, so I’m used to seeing patients without their underwear. There’s no need to worry.”
Molly looked at him, complete trust in her eyes. And perhaps a hint of the devil as well. “Well, okay then. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
And as Sam watched, she undid every button on her blouse and pushed it over her shoulders, so it landed in a heap on the floor. Her braless breasts held him rapt, the firm, creamy swells contrasting with the beaded pink nipples pointing in his direction. Before he could fully appreciate the way her slim shoulders and tapering waist framed those perfect breasts, her hands were busy on her zip, tugging it down, pushing the fitted black pants over her curved hips.
Sam couldn’t look away as she kicked them off, leaving her perfectly naked before him.
He tried to play her game. Tried to stay in character. God help him, he tried. But the woman he loved stood bare before him, her body more lush, more appealing than he could ever have imagined.
Every fantasy he’d forced himself not to have about her clambered in his brain, making him sweat.
“Christ, Molly,” he murmured as he looked his fill. “You’re beautiful. Perfect.”
“Sam…” Molly cleared her throat as the flush spread over her chest and breasts, making them all the more delectable. “You’re not exactly looking at me like a doctor looks at a patient.”
He freaking loved the way she said his name. “Fuck that, Molly. You’re not a patient. Never have been, never will be.”
“B-but what about all my symptoms?”
“You still suffering from them?” He couldn’t look away, couldn’t think straight.
“I am. Especially one.”
“Yeah? Which one?”
“I have this uncontrollable need to be kissed.”
“You do?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“I do.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
That was all it took. Sam couldn’t hold back another second. Didn’t try. He simply grabbed his receptionist’s hand and pulled her naked body into his. Wrapped his arms around her, pressed her close, and with her bare breasts poking his chest and her nude pussy cupping his erection, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.
He kissed her for a very, very long time, savoring the feel of her lips against his, the taste of her tongue in her mouth, the willingness with which she kissed him back.
He gave her a soft, sweet kiss, filled with tenderness and love. And then a long, deep kiss that left a throbbing pain in his groin. And a million other kisses, just as tender, just as arousing and just as hot.
Her mouth, sweet from the cupcake, tasted like a little slice of heaven. Felt like one too.
He let Molly take over. Let her place tender, delicious kisses all over his mouth and lips, let her nibble her way down his neck and up again, let her commandeer control of his world.
All the while he ran his hands over her back, her ass and her sides, filling his hands with the feel of her, learning the shape of her body, finding the spots that made her moan when touched or shiver when caressed.
And when, eons later, she drew away, her eyes closed, her lips swollen and a sated smile on her mouth, he picked her up and settled her down on the counter between her desk and the waiting room.
“I can’t do it anymore, Mol,” he warned.
“Do what?” She stared at him through passion-glazed eyes, her heaving chest making her breasts wobble enticingly.
“I can’t pretend this is about words on a screen. About letters we send each other so we don’t have to face our real feelings. This, you, us…means more to me than words can ever say.”
Relief was evident in the crease of her lips as she smiled, in the soft breath she exhaled seconds before she said, “For me too, Sam. You mean everything to me. Don’t you know that by now?”
“It would have been good if we’d discussed this yesterday, after Ruth’s visit.”
“I was too hurt yesterday. Too astounded by what Ruth said. I wouldn’t have listened to you.”
“Well, then listen good now, Miss Molly. I love you.”
And then he kissed her again, kissed her for a very long time. First on the mouth, and then down her neck, over her shoulders until finally his mouth found those very pert breasts of hers.
Seated on the countertop, she was at perfect height for him to place soft, gentle kisses on her firm, round flesh, to sample her beaded nipples, lick them, nip them, suck them until she squirmed.
When she began to pant and goose bumps covered her flesh, he abandoned her breasts in favor of greener pastures.
“More than words,” Sam whispered. “So very much more than words.” Then he leaned over, spread her thighs wide, placed a leg over either shoulder and kissed her pussy.
Liquid heat met his tongue and she emitted a strangled groan. The taste of her cream made him want to groan as well. And he would have, if he could have spared the energy. But everything was focused on the woman before him, the woman who’d used her words to confess she’d dreamed abo
ut him kissing her pussy.
And now he was.
He had no idea about Molly, but the reality of kissing her there, of running his tongue over her swollen cunt, was better than any dream, any fantasy could ever be.
She emitted soft moans and breathless gasps, but it was the sound of his name echoing through the room that almost undid him. The name she’d refused to address him by while in the office now slipped from her lips with ease. With passion. With hunger.
He feasted on her. Slid his tongue over her clit, starting slow then increasing his pace as her cries grew more fervent. He paused mid-lick to fasten his mouth to her pussy lips and kiss her there as deeply as he could, then he returned his attention to her clit, lapping at it until her hips began to shake, her heels dug into his back and the soft flesh of her inner thighs tensed against his cheeks.
Molly came on his tongue, crying his name.
Sam had never tasted—or felt—anything as good. He kept right on licking her as she convulsed around him, captured the liquid that spilled from her cunt onto his tongue, relishing its taste.
He licked her until the last shudder passed through her body, her legs went lax around him and she pressed a shaky hand to his forehead, stopping him.
It was only when he raised his face to look at her that he realized her labored breath came not only as a result of her orgasm, but of the tears that coursed down her cheeks.
Chapter Nine
“Molly.” His concern was instant, the worry in his eyes heartwarming. “God, you’re crying.”
She nodded as another small tremor quivered through her pussy. “’Course I am.”
He stood straight. “Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong?” His hands were on her cheeks, his gaze searching hers.
“No, Sam. You did everything right.”
His shoulders sagged in obvious relief. “Then why are you crying?”
Molly placed a hand on his cheek and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He tasted…tangy. He tasted of her. “Didn’t I warn you I’d cry if you ever kissed me?”
For a second he looked confused, then his eyes cleared. “Your emails.”
“I knew I would, Sam. Knew if I ever got to feel your mouth on mine, your lips on my body, I’d be so overwhelmed I wouldn’t be able to hold the tears back.”
He caught a tear on his fingertip, kissed her where the drop had been. The kiss was so exquisite, it made her want to cry even more. Not sad tears, mind you. These were tears of pure delight.
“No one’s ever cried when I kissed them before.”
“No one loves you as much as I do.”
Sam froze. For a second, then his eyes closed and his mouth widened in a smile. “Say it again.”
“No one’s ever loved you as much as I do, Sam.”
He let out a very slow breath. “I’ve waited four years to hear you say that.”
Molly had to stop her jaw from falling open. “Pardon?”
“Four years, Miss Molly. That’s how long I’ve wanted you.” He kissed her again, unerringly finding her mouth, even with his eyes closed. “Only I couldn’t tell you, couldn’t let you know, because first Mickey was my patient, and then you were my receptionist. I trained myself to ignore the obvious. Forced myself to look beyond my desire and treat you professionally.”
She could barely believe her ears. “Damn it, Sam. That’s exactly how long I’ve been in love with you. I fell the first time I met you, when you told me you had full faith in Mickey walking again. Every time I saw you after that I only fell a little more in love with you.”
Sam shook his head with a smile. “So much wasted time.”
“W-when Ruth said you were getting married…” She let the words trail off, unable give voice to her thoughts.
Sam obviously didn’t need her to. “Ruth jumped the gun about the whole marriage thing. She took one look at my face when she walked into my office and knew something had changed in my life. Knew there was someone important. A woman. She was right. Only it wasn’t Sarah I was thinking of. It was you.”
“You were thinking of me while you were with your sister?”
He smiled at her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you sent me that first accidental email.”
Molly’s heart filled with so much happiness she feared it might explode. “Did you mean what you said? About being in love with me?”
“’Course I did.” His voice was gruff with emotion. “I’m very much in love with you, Miss Molly. I need you. Hell, I’m obsessed with you.”
The tears that had dried up now filled her eyes again. Emotion welled in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. Sam loved her. “I love you too. But…”
Sam tensed. “But?”
“But you know I don’t come alone. Mickey and I are a package deal.”
“Of course you are. I love Mickey too, you should know that. I’m crazy about that kid.”
God, was it any wonder she loved this man so damn much? “Oh, I almost forgot. She asked me to give you a message.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. She wants you to know she scored her first goal in soccer.”
Sam’s face creased with joy. “That’s brilliant news.”
“Four years ago I thought she’d never kick a ball again. Now look at her.”
“She’s done good.”
“You’ve done good, Sam. You did this for her. And I love you for that.”
“Is that the only reason you love me?”
Hell, no. There were gazillions of reasons. Too many to count. Molly shook her head solemnly. “No, there’s one more.”
“Just one, eh?”
“It’s a good one. I promise.”
“And that is?”
“It’s my birthday today, Sam.”
He looked over her head at the sunflowers that filled her office and the half-eaten cupcake on her desk. “Yeah, I kind of got that.”
“You gave me the best present ever.”
“Flowers?”
“No.”
“Cupcakes.”
“No, Sam.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Today you made all my birthday wishes come true.”
His answering smile was tantalizing. And wicked. “Not all of them.”
She grinned at him. “Well, there may be one or two others I have.”
“I love you, Miss Molly.” His hand swept over her bare back in tempestuous circles.
“I love you too, Sam. More than words could ever say.”
And right there, in Sam’s waiting room, with the door firmly shut and locked to the outside world, Sam made the rest of Molly’s birthday wishes come true.
About the Author
Apart from her family and friends, Jess Dee loves two things: romance and food. Is it any wonder she specializes in dee-liciously sexy romance? Jess loves hearing from readers. You can email her at jess@jessdee.com or find her at www.jessdee.com.
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It was just sex…until the booty calls got serious.
More Than Lovers
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More Than, Book 2
When Sarah Deacon’s new relationship comes to an unexpected end, she heads straight for the one place she can always find no-strings comfort—her neighbor’s bed. Charlie, who’s made it clear sex is all he wants, is only too happy to oblige.
Hot sex with a gorgeous surfer any time she’s single and in the mood? Oh, yeah. She’s all signed up for that course.
Charlie Hudson knows he’s all wrong for the sexy geneticist. After all, what could a long-haired school dropout have in common with a classy academic? Nothing…except maybe a burning desire for her that just won’t quit no matter how often they have sex.
Sensing the breakup has damaged her self-worth, Charlie cooks up a plan to introduce her to three “appropriate” men who’ll show her she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. But when his matchmaking begins to work too well, he realizes there’s only one thing worse than not having her in his bed.
Losing the chance to make her his forever.
Warning: One blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer dude + red-hot booty calls = a book you will not be able to put down (unless you plan to go surfing…or jump your guy.)
Enjoy the following excerpt for More Than Lovers:
For the second time in three weeks, Sarah’s heart beat unsteadily as she knocked on Charlie’s door. Last time her heart had pounded this hard was because she’d desperately needed Charlie to be home, desperately needed him to ease the hurt caused by Sebastian’s rejection.