Cynda and the City Doctor - Theodora Taylor Page 0,20

of coming upstairs to my apartment? There’s something I’d like to show you there. It’s long and hard and dying to get inside of you.”

I stared at him, unable to believe his gall.

Then I let loose a smile anyway.

Because yeah…it was so on.

A few short minutes later we burst through the door of his studio apartment kissing. It was really nice by the way. Large and high up with a view overlooking Forest Park. The spacious, open concept layout made it feel more like a loft than a studio. And the furniture was spare but super modern and well made. No Ikea for The Fine Prince.

But these were all details I would clock later. My first sight of his apartment was a total blur on the way to the bed. We were so hot for each other that clothes went flying between kisses and we were both naked by the time my back hit the mattress.

And though I appreciated him reaching down for a little prime work after he got the condom on, I impatiently pushed his hand away from my core. “No foreplay. I’m ready.”

I’d been waiting so long, I was already plenty wet. And then he did that thing where he braces his hand on the bed’s backboard at the same time he thrust into me….

“Oh fuck!” I groaned, in that way women do, when the D turns out to be a long, thick surprise.

Then I got an even bigger surprise when he started taking me with rough, possessive strokes. As it turned out Rhys was a prince in the streets and a beast in the sheets. And the way he fucked left no room for anything but complete submission.

I was happy to succumb. Happy to receive his savage kisses as he pushed into me. Happy to wrap both my legs and arms around him when he dropped down and started claiming me even harder.

I would like to say I gave as good as I got. But the truth was I almost immediately lost all sense of orientation. There was no chance to be the hot nurse in bed with Rhys. No pulling out the tried and true moves or the husky, “You like that?” I gave guys when I could see they were clearly enjoying what I was doing.

No, sex with Rhys didn’t allow for sensual bon mots or even much breathing.

He invaded. And I submitted.

Yet it somehow felt like I was the one receiving all the treasure.

Especially when I came underneath him, my entire body trembling with an orgasm I could feel from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes.

“Rhys!” I cried out, scratching into his back.

My nails seem to do something to him.

“Christ, Cynda,” he bit out right before his body tightened, and he released into the condom.

He collapsed on top of me. And we stayed there like that for a while. Breathing air in and each other.

I weirdly wanted to stay there forever. Which is a new feeling for me.

Usually after sex, I was done. Thank you, sir. Turn the light off and go to sleep. Even more often, I left. And I had a perfect excuse since Rhys had a shift later that afternoon—hence the morning date.

But in this case….

My stomach hollowed when he finally pulled out. And a new feeling popped off in my chest when he disposed of the condom then came right back to pull me into his arms. Suddenly, I understood all the hype over this spooning business as we fell asleep.

Together.

However, it wasn’t just the two of us when I woke up.

I blinked, then rubbed my eyes when I saw Rhys dressed and talking to someone just inside the door…in what sounded like German.

A woman. He was talking to a woman.

I guess you could call her beautiful, but that felt like an understatement. I’m pretty in a girl next door way—like most Beauty Queen of America state princesses. But this woman looks like a real damn princess.

She was tall and willowy with perfect breasts. Her skin looked pretty much poreless, no makeup required. And her eyes sparkled clear, blue and bright, like they’ve never even considered having anything less than 20/20 vision. And as for her hair, it fell in cascades of blonde waves over her shoulders.

So girl next door? Only if you live next to a castle.

“Ingrid, what are you doing here?” Rhys’s voice, usually so droll and charming, had turned into cold stone.

“I came to visit you, of course. I became worried