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  I smile nervously around the butt plug as my eyes hold his. My heart is about to go into cardiac arrest.

  This feels like a monumental moment in our relationship. I want to enjoy it. I want to be everything for him.

  I want to be everything he needs.

  He saunters over and spreads my legs wide. When he drops his head, he licks me with his thick tongue.

  “Give me some cream, baby,” he whispers into me. Goosebumps scatter my body every time Nathan says that. It does things to me…rude things.

  My body rushes with pleasure and obeys his command.

  He moans against me… Jesus.

  He lifts my legs back so that my knees are up against my chest, and his tongue moves to my back entrance. Deep, penetrating licks of his strong tongue consume me, and I begin to screw up the bedsheets. His eyes are closed in pleasure, he’s totally lost in the moment.

  Oh, fuck, I did not think I would be doing this tonight, that’s for sure.

  I feel the burn of his stubble on my cheeks—feel my sex weeping in pleasure. I almost feel guilty for enjoying this.

  This should feel wrong but it feels intimate and special.

  I whimper and my back arches off the bed. He reaches up and takes the butt plug from my mouth. With his eyes locked on mine, he trails it down my body.

  He slides it into my sex and then leans down. With his hand flattened on my stomach, he flutters his tongue over my clitoris.

  I begin to build deep inside, and my back arches again. My fingers twist in his hair.

  How does he know how to do this so well?

  With his tongue still fluttering over my clitoris, he moves the plug to my back entrance and slowly slides it in.

  He bites my clitoris to take away the sting, and I moan. “Oh, God.”

  He leans up to watch me as he slowly slides it in and out.

  “You like that?” he whispers. “Tell me how it feels.”

  I writhe beneath him, and he jerks the plug in harder.

  I whimper out loud. “Ahh!”

  “That’s it, baby, ride it. Imagine it’s my cock deep inside of you.”

  Oh God, I want him there.

  My body begins to dance on her own, moving to a rhythm with the butt plug.

  This doesn’t feel wrong. This feels good.

  Too good.

  “I want the bigger one,” I whisper.

  His eyes flicker with arousal. “And you shall have it.”

  He gets the larger one and puts it in my mouth as he works my behind. I reach down and pull his towel off. His large cock springs free, and my sex contracts at the sight of him.

  Fuck, he’s beautiful.

  He gives me more sexual satisfaction than any other man I’ve been with in the past. His intensity and experience are out of this world. Or maybe it’s the higher level of intimacy we share. Whatever it is, he drives me wild.

  His tongue flutters over my clitoris again, and I shudder.

  “Don’t come.”

  “Well, you’d better stop doing that,” I warn him.

  “Don’t fucking come, Eliza. I mean it.” He takes the butt plug from my mouth and swaps it with the other one. He slowly pushes it into my ass. My body resists it, and he has to break through the barrier.

  “Oww.” It burns.

  He takes it slow for a while, and then my body accepts all of it.

  He smiles into me as his tongue lashes my sex. He’s lost control now and is all in. His face glistens with my arousal as his thrusts on my behind get stronger.

  “I’m going to come,” I whimper, reaching for him. “Nathan.”

  He stands and rolls me over onto my knees.

  “Fuck.” He moans as he watches me. He rubs his hand across my cheeks. “You look so fucking hot with this in your ass.”

  I sway my behind from side to side to try and get some traction. Oh, I need this orgasm. I need it bad.

  He leans over me and licks my back as he plays with the butt plug. My eyes roll back, and he slowly sinks his cock into my sex.

  He pushes in slowly, and then slams in hard. His movements push the plug in deeper, and a jolt of pleasure flies through me.

  My mouth hangs open. I have no control over myself. This is so dirty.

  He grabs my shoulders and slams in hard. The air is knocked from my lungs, and I cry out again and again… the ecstacy shooting through me in technicolour waves.

  He spreads my legs so wide that I can hardly hold myself up, and then he lets me have it.

  The bed begins to hit the wall with force. I scream out as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.

  “Yes…yes.” He pumps harder. He begins to chant as he fucks me, lost in his own ecstasy, and then he tips his head back and holds himself deep. He comes in a rush deep inside me, and I feel his hot seed as his cock jerks. He takes the butt plug out and smears the semen over my back entrance, and then he pushes just the very tip of his dick into my behind before he pulls it out and empties himself.

  He repeats the delicious movement as he smears himself everywhere, again and again.

  I close my eyes in pleasure, don’t tell me how…. but this feels so intimate.

  Like he’s branding me with his love.

  Truly, madly, deeply.

  Unable to hold myself up, I fall to the mattress, and he soon falls beside me. He smiles against my lips as we kiss.

  It’s official. I’ve crossed to the dark side… and it’s fucking good.

  16

  Nathan

  My intercom beeps on my desk.

  “Yes?”

  “Alex on line two, Dr. Mercer.”

  “Thank you.” I pick up the phone. “Hello.”

  “Hey, man.”

  I smile broadly. “What do you want?”

  “Guess where I am?”

  I swing on my chair. “I don’t care.”

  “San Fran.”

  “You are? What for?”

  “I had a meeting that was supposed to be in Boston and it got changed to here late last night.”

  “How long are you here for?”

  “I catch the red-eye out tonight. Do you want to catch up for a drink after work?”

  “Yeah.” I smile. “Sounds good. What time’s your meeting?”

  “I should be finished by three.”

  “I’ll reschedule my last few appointments. Call me when you’re finished for the day.”

  “You got it, bye.”

  I hit the intercom. “Maria.”

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  “What are my last few appointments this afternoon?”

  “It’s an easy afternoon. You have Mr. Griffin in at three to go through his results, and then you have a consult with Mrs. Anderson in at four.”

  “Can you call them and try to reschedule until tomorrow, please?”

  “Of course.”

  “How did you get on with the removal service?” I ask.

  “They just got back to me. They can do a load tomorrow at six in the evening if you want.”

  I think for a moment. “Can you book that in, please? It won’t be the full apartment, but book them again for Saturday morning to do the remainder of the furniture, if that’s okay. Tell them that some of it may be going into storage.”

  Merging two apartments full of furniture into one is going to be a nightmare.

  “Of course, Doctor.”

  I hang up and dial Eliza’s number.

  She answers on the first ring. “Hi.”

  Her sexy voice brings a smile to my face, and I swivel on my chair. “Hello.”

  “What are you doing?” I can tell she’s smiling.

  “Not you, unfortunately.”

  She laughs. “Haven’t you had enough, Dr. Mercer?”

  “Of you? Impossible.”

  God, I really should temper it down a bit. I’m fucking this poor woman to death.

  “I booked the removal truck for tomorrow night.”

  “What?” She gasps. “Nathan, I’
m not ready. I have a million things to sort, and what about—”

  “Calm down,” I cut her off. “They’re just going to take the bed, the kitchen stuff, your clothes, and a television.”

  “Oh.”

  “We will move the rest of our things over the next few weeks. Some of it will have to go into storage. At least this way, we can stay at the new place.”

  “You sound eager.”

  “I am.”

  “All you care about is that bath, isn’t it?”

  I chuckle. “It is, actually.”

  “Okay then. We have so much to do tonight.”

  I cringe. “Yeah, about that. Alex just called. He’s in town for tonight only.”

  “Perfect timing, Nathan. Why would you book a removal truck for tomorrow when you have to go out tonight?”

  “You’re coming, too. It’s just dinner. Won’t be a late night, and we have to eat.”

  “No, that’s okay. You catch up with your brother. I have too much to do. Send him my love.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, of course. Listen, I’ve got to go.”

  “Okay.” I hang on the line, waiting to hear my favorite three words.

  “I love you.”

  I smile. There it is. “I love you, too. Bye, sweetheart.”

  * * *

  It’s 3:30 p.m. when I walk into the lingerie store. It’s high end, with black carpets and navy walls, huge chandeliers, and silver gilded mirrors everywhere.

  The sales assistant sees me, and her eyes light up. “Can I help you, sir?”

  “Just looking, thank you.”

  “Okay, call me if I can be of any assistance.”

  “Thank you.” I put my hands into my suit pants pockets and look around. There are so many options. I have a new addiction to anything soft and feminine.

  Like my girl.

  I take a cream, silk nightdress with thin spaghetti straps, and a floor-length matching gown. I also pick up a pale pink, short nightdress with lace around the plunging neckline. It has a split up one leg.

  I hold it out, and I get a vision of Eliza wearing it. My dick throbs. Yes, that’s a definite. I throw it over my arm.

  I continue looking. I pick up a white, silk corset that laces up with ribbon, and matching panties.

  Fuck, she’ll look hot in this.

  I can hardly wait to put it on her so I can take it off. Actually, I’m leaving this one on.

  I’ll fuck her in it. I smile to myself as I imagine her laid out on the kitchen table, ready for me to eat.

  God, I need to snap out of this. I am like a horny teenager. I can’t get enough. No amount of fucking can take away my hunger. The more we do it, the more I want it. I am totally addicted to Eliza’s lush body. She’s got me well and truly by the balls. I’ve never been like this before. I’m constantly walking around with a semi. Who knew my dick could be so hungry?

  I put the things on the counter, and the sales assistant starts to go through them, one by one.

  “Will that be all, sir?”

  I glance around. “Have you got any of those…?” I click my fingers as I search for the word. “It’s like a lace thing that goes to stockings?”

  “Suspender belt?”

  “Yes.” I smirk, feeling stupid. “That’s it, I’ll take the matching one for the corset and the stockings, too, please.”

  “Yes, sir.” She smiles as she begins to wrap them. “There’s nothing sexier than a man buying for his woman.”

  I smile and drop my head. You haven’t seen her.

  There is nothing on this Earth that could eclipse Eliza, least of all lingerie.

  * * *

  I walk into the bar just after 4:00 p.m., and I see Alex waving from the back corner. He stands and pulls me in for a hug when I get to him. “Hey.” He laughs, and we shake hands.

  We fall into the seats, and a beer is already waiting for me on the table.

  “You look great, man.” He smiles. “All tanned and shit.”

  “Thanks.” I take a sip of my beer. It’s icy cold and crisp. “It was a great vacation.”

  “Yeah, you recommend Majorca?”

  “God, yeah.”

  He smirks as he watches me.

  “What?”

  “So…?”

  “So, what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means.

  “Eliza?” He widens his eyes. “How is she?”

  I shake my head, excited to be able to express myself to someone. I can be open with my brother. He knows the real me.

  “Alex… fucking hell, she’s incredible.”

  He laughs and holds his hand up to high five me. “I knew it. I knew it all along. And?”

  “The sex is just…” I press my fingers to my temples and mimic an explosion. “No words.”

  “I told you. Pussy love is the best love.”

  “No shit.” I clink my beer with his, and we both chuckle.

  “How are you getting along?”

  “Great, haven’t missed a beat.” I shrug. “It’s so familiar. You know, like I was always meant to be with her.”

  He smiles. “You seem happy.”

  “I am.” I smile. “For the first time in my life I feel… finished.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know when you’re with someone and there’s always something wrong simmering in the back of your mind about them?”

  “Like what?”

  “Eliza is the first person I’ve been with who has ticked every single want and need of mine.”

  He smiles. “That’s great man, I’m so happy for you. You two are fucking great together.”

  “With everyone else I’ve been with, there has been something holding me back from moving forward, you know?” I sip my beer. “Like I couldn’t possibly fall for them, but I don’t have it with her. I have to constantly remind myself to slow down.” I smile wistfully. “It took all of my strength not to drag her into a church and make her marry me in Majorca.”

  His eyes widen. “Fuck!” He shakes his head in disbelief. “Are you serious? You really are all in?”

  “Totally fucking all in.” I chuckle. “It just feels so right, you know?”

  He shrugs as he sips his beer. “Wish I did.”

  I frown. “What does that mean? Everything all right?”

  “I don’t know.” He drags his hand down his face. “I’m having a fucking midlife crisis or something.”

  “Why?”

  “Jessica. I’m just… it’s not the same as it used to be.”

  “Why not?”

  “We’ve started fighting all the time, and she’s on my case about every fucking thing, pressuring me to get engaged.”

  “You don’t want to get married?”

  “I do… just not sure if it’s to her. You know when you’re with someone and on paper everything is perfect… but something is missing, and for the life of you, you can’t put your finger on what that is?”

  “Yeah.” I watch him. I know this feeling. It’s all I’ve ever known before now. “I do.”

  “Maybe I’m just freaking out about marriage. People say nerves play tricks on you. These doubts about her seem to have come from nowhere. I woke up one day and, like, bam!”

  “I have heard that.” We fall silent for a moment. “Can you imagine Mom and Dad if you broke up with Jessica?”

  He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t even fucking go there. I’d never hear the end of it.”

  I chuckle as I imagine my mom crying, and dad lecturing him about ruining his life. “Hey, do me a favor: don’t tell Mom and Dad about Lize and me. I want to tell them in person. I’m going to take her home in a few weeks.”

  “Sure thing.” He smiles. “They are going to lose their shit.”

  I laugh. My parents have wanted Eliza and me together for ten years.

  “It’s good to see you.” He smiles.

  “You, too.”

  He glances down at my shopping bag. “What did you buy?
”

  “Oh.” I smirk, embarrassed. “Lingerie.”

  He bursts out laughing. “What the hell have you been doing all this time?”

  I laugh, too. “No fucking idea.”

  * * *

  It’s just after 9:00 p.m. when I put the key into the door of Eliza’s apartment. I’m later than I thought. I find her sitting on the kitchen floor with a glass of wine.

  “Hi,” I say.

  She smiles up at me. “There’s my man.” She holds her arms up for me, and I bend down to kiss her lips.

  “Sorry I’m late.”

  “That’s okay, I’ve got it under control.”

  I pull her up to her feet. “I bought you a present.” I hold up the black bag.

  “Is this one going to fuck my ass?”

  I chuckle and take her in my arms. “No, but I might.” My lips drop to her neck, and she laughs as she opens the box.

  “Oh.” Her eyes widen in approval. “What is this?” She holds up the short, pink, lace and silk nightdress. “I love it.”

  “Me, too.” I raise my eyebrow.

  “I’m going to put it on right now.” She runs off to the bathroom, and I pour myself a glass of wine and take a seat on the sofa. I kick off my shoes. It’s good to be home.

  Eliza appears, and my mouth drops open in awe. It hugs her body, and her voluptuous breasts are on display. I can see every one of her killer curves. “Now we’re talking,” I whisper.

  “You like this?” She holds her hand up and twirls.

  “I like this.”

  She walks toward me and drops to the floor between my legs. She unzips my zipper. “You like this?” she whispers darkly as she opens my pants with a sharp snap and pushes me back in my seat.

  My eyes hold hers and I spread my legs in an invitation. “I like this, too.”

  She takes out my cock and licks up the length of it. My stomach clenches as I watch her hungry tongue explore me.

  “What about this?” She takes the tip and puts it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, and I close my eyes as arousal heats my blood.

  “Yes,” I grind out. “What’s not to like?”

  She takes me slowly into her mouth, and I look back at her and brush the hair back from her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She always is, but especially with a mouthful. She moans around me, and I begin to see stars. She strokes me with one hand as she really begins to fuck me with her mouth. I grip her hair hard and watch her head bobbing up and down.