But … I don’t. Because the second she leans forward again and readjusts her skirt, exposing her bare ass, I can’t stop my hand from sliding between her sexy legs to feel if she’s ready for me.
Her breath hitches when I find her clit, circling my finger over it several times before sliding that finger into her.
“Dr. Hawkins …” She moans my name and jerks against my hand.
“Eli … you have to call me Eli.” Dr. Hawkins makes me feel like a dirty old man doing something really inappropriate to a patient. I work a second finger into her and kiss the curve of her ass.
“Eli … don’t lick my butthole. Okay?” she asks in a breathy voice.
I grin against the soft skin of her perfect ass. “Okay.” My fingers work her faster, and she rocks on her hands and knees to set the pace. I want her naked again. I want to feel every inch of her skin. I want to slide my head between her legs and give her exactly what she wanted the previous night.
But … we have to be quick. So I replace my fingers with my cock, grab her hips, and push into her with just enough force to make her whole body shift forward.
“Eli—” I cover her mouth to muffle her cry.
“I guess this means I’m pretty spectacular, huh?” I whisper, leaning close to her ear.
With my hand still over her mouth, she nods.
I won’t reveal just how quick we finish. But it’s too quick. So quickly that I have a hard-on again by the time she slides her panties back on.
“Forty calories is all?” She frowns at her watch before slipping her feet into her flats again.
After I dispose of the condom and fasten my pants, I grab the back of her head and kiss her. I kiss her like I want to have sex with her—slow and deep. Exploring every inch of her mouth the way I want to do to her body.
Her hands claim my shirt, keeping me close. And she hums into the kiss, softer than earlier, but just as sexy. Seconds … maybe minutes later, I pull away a few inches, admiring the pink blooming in her cheeks and her slightly swollen lips licked clean of all her coconut lip balm.
“Dorothy Mayhem, you are full of surprises.” I curl her hair behind her ear on one side. Apparently foreplay and seduction are not her game. Or maybe it’s a thing of the past. Jesus … am I really that old and clueless about dating and sexual trends?
“Told you I was good at sex.” She smirks.
“Easy, champ. I wouldn’t call forty calories good. I give points for stamina. We’re going to need a redo under better circumstances with more time to really burn some calories.”
“Daddy?” Two little feet slap the stairs in a slow rhythm.
I straighten my shirt and my erection as Dorothy tries to absorb some of the heat from her cheeks with her palms pressed to them. Then I quickly unlock the bedroom door. The last thing I need is Roman telling my mom that the bedroom door is locked.
“Daddy! Where are you?” Roman runs straight into my legs, making me wobble a bit to keep my balance.
“I’m right here, buddy. Are you ready to go home?”
“Dorfee! Your knees are beeding.”
I turn just as she leans down to reattach the Band-Aids. Then my gaze darts to the bed and the two bloody smudges on the off-white quilt. My face twists into a grimace as Dorothy’s gaze follows mine.
“Oops …” She looks back at me, mirroring my grimace.
“I was just getting Dorothy new Band-Aids. They came off because they were too small.” Giving Roman a quick shrug and oh-well face, I pull two new Band-Aids out of the first aid kit.
“Sit.” I wink at Dorothy.
“Ruff!” She barks and grins at Roman while taking a seat on the bench again.
“Uh … interesting position choice, given your recent knee injuries,” I mutter under my breath as I replace the Band-Aids, more upset with myself for completely forgetting about her knees once sex became the topic.
“Does my doctor son not know how to put on a Band-Aid?” Mom’s voice creeps closer as Roman climbs onto the bed and starts jumping.
“Down, Roman. Now … please.”
Please, child! Get off the bed before …
“No little monkeys jumping on my bed.” Mom heads toward the bed.
“I’ve got him!” Before I manage to replace the second Band-Aid, I stand, plucking