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It's Complicated (Her Billionaires #5) Page 31
Author: Julia Kent

And then she centered her h*ps over his rod and—without pretense—welcomed him in, his breath hitched and coming out in little grunts, her own matching his as she reveled in the heat of being filled completely by Alex. Dr. Perfect really was—that he enjoyed this, would even consider it, had initiated it ballooned her heart as her body tingled and thrummed, his mouth on her neck and his h*ps sliding up against her pelvis, knees bent and holding her weight, making love to her slowly.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing,” she said, shuddering as her wet walls clamped down on him, a tightness in her belly emanating throughout her entire torso, pulsing into her ears.

“No, I mean, am I too much? I don’t want to hurt you.” He stopped moving, the stillness both exquisite and aching.

“I’m a big girl.”

He nuzzled her neck, still not moving. Wrapping her legs fully around his hips, she made little thrusts of her own, her position too awkward to get the long, deep strokes he could give her. That meant he was in charge, her orgasm at his command. The sound of bikers riding not thirty feet away, on a path near the water, zinged her with the idea they might be caught.

“No, you’re tiny, and I am—”

Shutting him up, she slammed her mouth against his, lips pulling his apart, tongue ravaging his mouth, until he involuntarily began to rock against her, the heat between them building into the early signs of cl**ax for her.

As quickly as she’d first kissed him, she tore her mouth from his, lips raw and burning. Catching his eyes, which were unfocused and smoldering, she reached up to cup his face in hers, the hint of dark stubble scratching her palms. I wonder what that would be like on my thighs? she wondered, her pu**y tightening at the thought, making him groan.

Eyes locked, she simply said, “Alex? Shut up and f**k me.”

That was all it took, his mouth twisting into a delighted smirk, his body thrusting so hard into hers she gasped, his tongue licking her collarbone, going down, one masterful hand pulling her shirt and cotton bra down so he could reveal the nipple, the sensation of cold air and then moist mouth on her nipple pebbling it—and her clit—as he drove into her, hard, ramming her cervix as her hands tried to clutch any part of him that she could hold on to for the ride.

Their twin orgasms slammed out of nearly nowhere, and his cry of “Josie!” mixed with her hiss of his name, the feel of the concrete wall against her bare ass, his body pinning her to the wall with his enormous cock, pushing into her and riding her up, up, up as if she could crash through the canopy of leaves. Her body seized as he groaned and tightened, the sun shining between new spring foliage, her face tipped up to the sun as she received the full offering of luscious, forbidden sex from Dr. Perfect.

His breath came in little pants, his arms slack as he held up her weight, and then—voices.

“Is someone in there?” said a woman from above. Alex moved slowly inward, closer to the thickening of the ivy, crouching down and sliding out of her with a regretful look.

“Sorry,” he said, turning away to slide off the condom. Josie snatched her panties from the loose jeans that hovered around his upper thighs, the edge of the white cotton poking out from the pocket. Out of the corner of her eye, as she scrambled into her underwear, she saw Alex deftly snap and zip up, then toss the condom in a nearby trash can, wiping his hands on the grass.

Ah, romance.

The flush of what they’d just done made her legs shake as she straightened her clothes and ran her hands quickly through her hair, her flesh still on fire and the waves of desire and crested need still pounding through her. Had that really just happened? Did Alex like outdoor sex, too? Her boyfriends had considered her a freak for even hinting at it, and now the guy she met at Laura’s birth turned out not only to accept it, but apparently enjoy it, even revel in it?

Dr. Perfect, indeed.

Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he looked her up and down. “You ready? Laura and the guys must be wondering what happened to you.”

Nodding, she said, “I’m glad we have a bit of a walk ahead of us. One look at me and Laura could guess.”

His eyes surveyed her. “You look exactly the way I like.” A slow, deep kiss at the edge of the leaf umbrella made her toes curl in, turning her wet again, and making her crave a bed, a good Thai take-out menu, and a limitless supply of Barrington Roasters coffee. And a week alone with him.

“Get a room!” a canoer shouted, laughing.

“Too late,” she and Alex whispered in unison.

“This is getting creepy,” she said as they began the walk uphill, Alex’s arm around her.

“Then quit repeating everything I say.”

“Then quit repeating everything I say,” she joked.

“Wait.” He stopped her, turning her to face him, and began stroking the skin of her neck.

“More?” she said, incredulous.

“No. We need to do a tick check.”

“We what?”

“It’s that time of year, and we were just under a thicket that could have them,” he answered, serious. “Lyme disease is no joke. I’ll do you and you do me.”

“We just did each other.”

“Ha ha.” His hands roamed through the hair behind her ears, along her collarbone, then under her shirt, lifting it up and brushing against her br**sts.

“You know I’m a sure thing, Alex. You don’t have to invent tick checks to touch my boobs.”

He laughed. “C’mon. Check your legs.”

He was serious! She ran her hands down her legs with a cursory touch, and then stroked his neckline. Slipping the yellow polo shirt up, she felt for ticks in the thick thatch of hair at his waistband, then reached down under, playfully, stroking the tip of him. “Hmmm, I might need to get a close view here to see if there are any ticks there.”

He groaned and gripped her hand in his, hard. “You’re killing me.”

“I’m very good at tick removal there,” she replied, batting her eyelashes in a gesture of innocence. “With my tongue.”

The laugh that poured out of him was pure joy and lust combined, head thrown back and stomach tightening, nearly rippling with the vibration of his amusement.

“Are we done with the tick check, doctor?” she asked, pulling her hand away from his heat.

“You can resume it another time in my bed.” Whoosh! Her senses exploded.

The walk back to the hospital made Josie feel like the coffee that they’d had had been multiplied by a factor of ten, which was roughly the number of orgasms she felt like she’d also just had. Alex held her hand, except this time it wasn’t a tentative, beginning-of-a-relationship gesture, trying to feel out where the physical boundaries lay. It wasn’t just an affectionate gesture, either, one designed to send out a beacon, a signal, to point the other in the right direction. This was the clasp of a lover who knows that he has the easy intimacy of reaching out to touch another at will, and she loved every bit of it.

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