Fortune Annabel Joseph (life books to read .TXT) 📖

kiss her and she’d kiss him back and he’d begin the slow slide from brainy surgeon to horny lover. It always fascinated her. It melted her too.

While he changed out of his work clothes, she set out the food he’d brought, some Thai rolls and vegetable soup. She couldn’t cook a lick, although she’d tried for him. He’d choked her meals down, then told her he didn’t mind doing the cooking or bringing things home every once in a while. She loved him for that and she did what she could to contribute to mealtimes, which was set the table beforehand and clear it afterward so he had some time to relax.

Tonight after dinner Kat watched a little TV while he went over his medical notes and upcoming surgeries at his desk off the living room. When he finished he looked around at her. She was picking and fretting over a cut on her finger.

“What’s wrong?”

“There was a paperclip incident at the office.”

“Rusty paperclip?” His lips curved in a teasing grin. He was growing accustomed to her myriad mishaps and clumsiness. Weren’t they together pretty much because she’d fallen down the stairs? He stretched out, his hands behind his head. “Don’t mess around with it, doll. Let it heal.”

She frowned. “I think I’m getting tetanus or something.”

“I’m sure you are.”

“I mean it. I had a headache earlier today and my jaw’s been feeling a little achy. It could totally be lockjaw. What are the symptoms for tetanus?”

“I don’t handle a lot of tetanus surgeries, to tell you the truth.”

Kat pursed her lips in annoyance. “Okay. Go ahead. Laugh all you want. If I get lockjaw where does that leave you? No more blowjobs.”

He turned back to the computer and typed in some search terms with a sigh. “Hmm.” He leaned his elbow on the desk, scanning the resulting pages. “Interesting.”

“What? What are the symptoms?”

“Whining, frizzy hair and excessive paranoia.”

“I hate you,” she said. “You’ll be so sorry after I’m gone.”

“Come here.” He turned to her, shaking with laughter. “Just come over here.”

She went to stand in front of him. He gazed at her, his fingers reaching out to run over her fitted tee and up to her breasts. He cupped each one, then pinched her nipples though her shirt and sheer bra. She stood still the way he liked, not pulling away or flinching.

“Good girl,” he said. “You know what I think? I think your aching jaw might be a symptom of something else.” She smiled as his hands fell on her shoulders and he pushed her down with steady pressure. She knelt between his outstretched legs, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He was already half-hard, his cock warm and heavy in her fingers.

“Jesus, Kat. Your hands are freezing. Just use your mouth.”

She put her hands in her lap, scooted closer and took the head of his cock between her lips. She tasted the salty drop at the tip of it, gazing up at him. He sighed and leaned back, caressing her hair absently, his legs going slack on either side of her as she ran her tongue along his length. He was quickly filling her mouth, growing hard and rigid as she deep throated him. A great many of their lessons had focused on this and she was getting pretty good at it, if his moan was any indication.

“I’m sorry for your achy jaw, baby,” he said. “But that feels like heaven. Don’t stop.”

She chuckled against his cock, teasing him with her tongue, pulling away to pay attention to the base of his shaft and his balls. She loved him this way. She loved that he was in her power for once. She loved the familiar taste and smell of his masculinity. It seemed an eternity ago she’d slept with men—a lot of men—and never once cared to kiss or touch their cocks. She couldn’t get enough of Ryan’s. In a couple weeks they could dispense with condoms altogether. They’d done screenings and she had already started the Pill. Some part of her understood what that signified, what it would mean even when the month was over. Monogamy. An end to her old whoring ways. So be it. He satisfied every need she had, so as long as he would keep seeing her, keep sleeping with her while she figured out her shit…

His fingers left her hair to rest on her temple. He stopped her with a soft sound and pulled out of her mouth. “Look at me.” She raised her head to him, to his dark intense gaze. He traced his fingers down over her jaw to the sides of her neck. “I want to collar you.”

She looked away, back at his cock. “What does that mean?”

“I want some kind of commitment. I want to collar you. I want you to be mine. Only mine.”

She made an equivocal sound and put her mouth on his cock hoping to distract him, but he stopped her again. “Aren’t you happy, Kat? Don’t you like living here with me?”

She glanced up at him. Yes, she liked it, but she’d never intended for this to be permanent. She wasn’t ready for this. “You said a month. That was the agreement.”

“Agreements change. Life happens. Life is happening to us. My life is better with you and I know you like what we do together.”

“Well, yeah. But it’s been a couple of weeks. Yeah, okay. It’s been fun.”

His face twisted into a tight smile. “What an act. You kill me. Fine. Finish what you started, if that’s all it is to you.”

She looked back at his cock, her throat suddenly tight. Tears threatened and she didn’t want them, not now.

“Go on,” he said coldly. “Finish. Suck me.”

She began to pull away. She’d barely moved an inch when his hand clamped on her shoulder. “Finish. Or I’ll get the fucking whip.”

She sat still, still as stone. She could safeword out of this moment. She knew she could even though she hadn’t used a safeword yet.