PLAYING
DOCTOR/Entangled Flaunt
By Jan Meredith
Blurb:
When
a fellow RN jokingly predicts that Beth Roberts will meet a tall, ripped and
totally lick-o-licious stranger who will fulfill her deepest desires, it’s
supposed to be from across a crowded room, not giving CPR to a wedding guest.
Given her tragic love life, Beth has no desire to become involved again, but
who could have predicted the ponytailed doctor with the mischievous smile would
break through her defenses?
Dr.
Gabriel North blamed himself for his wife’s death. Now, after two years of
battling guilt and meaningless hookups, he’s ready to move on. When he sees the
sexy brunette at his friend’s wedding, his attraction is swift and strong, and
he wastes no time in pressing his advantage. One night with the woman who makes
him feel alive again isn’t enough, but gaining her trust is going to take more
than medical school has prepared him for.
Excerpt:
He worked the button at her waistband
free, pulled the zipper down and drove his hand inside. His fingers slid over
her sex once, twice, and then plunged deep. Her body quaked, her inner walls
grasped and squeezed at his fingers, but it wasn’t enough.
“More,” she moaned. “I need…I’ve got to
have my hands on you.” Beth tugged his shirt free of his slacks, keenly aware
of the thick column of his cock pressing against his fly. She plunged her hands
under the soft fabric, smoothed her palms up the firm ridges of his abdomen.
She pressed her hand to his chest, just over his heart, felt the gallop and
pitch of it beneath muscle and bone.
For her.
She was in so much trouble and she
didn’t give a flying fig. Right now, at this moment, all she cared about was
this man, and that he was here, standing before her. Wanting her.
His forehead fell to hers, his
breathing ragged and uneven. He pulled her hand from his cock, grasped her hips
and dragged her in, grinding his erection against her upper abdomen. “I’ve
dreamed about you, woke up with the taste of you in my mouth.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“I’ve dreamed about you, too. Of your mouth, your tongue on me.” She shuddered
against him.
“God, Beth.”
“I came, but it wasn’t enough. It’s
not enough now. I need you…inside me. Right here, right now.”
“Fucking hell!”
Had she not known it was lust that
caused his fingers to bite into her hips, Beth would have been frightened, but
she knew she was safe. By the way his eyes burned with it, the way his shoulders
heaved as he fought for control, by the way his touch gentled, she knew. The
hollow feeling in her chest filled to overflowing, sealed over, and healed. A
new sensation crept in and tapped at her heart. Open up, it beckoned, and see
what awaits.
Fabric shifted, just enough to
accommodate. Beth toed off her shoes, slid her slacks and panties down to kick
one leg free. Gabe fought his belt open, yanked down his zipper and shoved his
slacks over his hips. His cock sprang free, heavy and full.
He bent his knees, cupped her ass in his
hands and hoisted her up. “Hang on to me. I’m sorry. This is going to be fast,”
he apologized and reached between them to align the rigid length of his cock
between her thighs. “Ah, damn, you’re so wet,” he gritted, and then slid into
her.
Beth buried her face against his neck,
ran her tongue along the line of his jaw. His body shuddered. She wrapped
around him, wound her arms around his neck, squeezed her legs around his hips
and held him there. He was thick and hard and she thought she’d come from the
sheer bliss of having him inside her again. He pulled back, all the way to the
tip, and, when he thrust back in, the door rattled on its hinges.
They both froze.
Beth sucked in a breath. “Oh, God, as
much as I’d love for you to do that again—”
Gabe’s forehead banged against the door.
“You’d hate to get fired for getting fucked
against my office door.” He turned, moved to the side and braced his
back against the wall.
Beth glanced around the small room, her
gaze landing on the desk. Gabe laughed, causing his cock to flex and pulling a
moan from her throat.
“Baby,” he rasped, “there’s nothing I’d
like more than to bend you over that piece of furniture and take us both to
heaven, but unless it’s nailed to the floor…”
“Oh, God.” The image he painted, pushing
over the desk, driving into her…her pussy clenched.
“Ah, fuck! Squeeze me like that again,”
he panted. “Just…hold on to me.” Widening his stance, Gabe grasped Beth’s hips
and lifted her, angling his pelvis up as he brought her back down hard on his
shaft. Then he did it again.
“Gabe, that’s…oh, I…just don’t stop!”
Each pause was punctuated with another lift and thrust.
“No way in hell. Just don’t scream when
you come.” And then he moved, lifting, lowering, rotating his hips to find that
sweet spot that drove her wild.
It started in the soles of her feet—that
sizzle of electricity signaling her orgasm. It snaked up her legs, curled
around her inner thighs, and with a low keening sound, Beth buried her face in
Gabe’s neck and welcomed it as it speared her clit with an orgasm that clung to
every inch of Gabe as he drove into her. He was right with her, his breath a
harsh hiss against her ear as he thrust deep and held her tightly against him.
The soft brush of Gabe’s lips over her
sweat-dampened temple was in stark contradiction to the choppy breaths lifting
his chest against hers. “I’ve missed you, missed this,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Me, too.” After a moment, when she’d
caught her breath, Beth lifted her head and said, “We really…”
“Need to talk,” he sighed. “I know.”
Jan
Meredith has been a romance junkie since her teens.
When
she isn't penning steamy stories about strong-willed, independent women and the
sexy men who love them, she works as an Infusion Therapy nurse. She lives near
Mammoth Cave, KY with her husband (and former high school sweet heart)
Tommy.You can learn more about her at her web site: http://www.janmeredithauthor.com
Follow her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jan.meredith.121
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2 comments:
Welcome, Jan. Best wishes on your debut!
Thanks for having me, Taryn!
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