Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center, the nursing staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…
Last time we saw them, pharmaceutical rep Reece and lingerie designer Shari had a wonderful dinner at Chez La Fete, followed by fabulous sex in the front seat of Reece’s convertible. After a brief recovery, they are headed to Reece’s apartment to work off dessert.
“Gods, that was incredible.” Reece’s hand stroked down Shari’s back. “I’m not in any condition to drive home right now.”
“Fine, because I can’t move. Yet.”
He laughed. “This is much better than the start of the evening.”
“Yeah. Nice gearshift and I don’t mean Miata.”
“Not bad yourself.”
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she sat up. “A hell of a way to work off dinner.”
Reece trailed a finger down her chest. “Just wait til we work off dessert.”
This little interlude in the car was just the beginning. Imagine what they could do with an entire bed at their disposal.
“Can we run by Brad’s place?”
“Uh, Shari, I don’t feel comfortable having sex in your brother’s guest room. Even if he’s not there.” Was the evening going to go to hell now?
Shari slid off his lap and maneuvered around the car’s gearshift, then flopped in the passenger seat. “I wasn’t planning on it. Just have to grab a couple of things.”
Reece adjusted his clothes. “Things?”
Straightening her dress, Shari looked up at him, blue eyes blazing. “Girl things. You’ll like them.”
“Oh.” Girl things? Did she mean…oh, yeah. She’d said she sewed custom clothing. She wanted to dress up for him? “If you’re sure you need them.”
“It’ll be worth the trip, I promise.”
“Okay, then.” He grinned and snapped on his seatbelt. “Let’s go.”
Still foggy as hell. Reece nosed the car past the sidewalk, then turned onto the street. A stoplight emerged out of the whiteout. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. When he got her home, he’d—
“Would you mind turning on the heat?” Shari shivered.
Nice, Reece. Get your mind off your dick. He reached forward and turned on the heater. “Sorry.”
“I hadn’t noticed the chill until now.” She settled her hand on his upper thigh. “All that activity kept me warm.”
And just like that, his cock woke up. Damn, this woman turned him on. “I’ll warm you up some more as soon as we get home.”
Shari’s little finger brushed his fly, and then she pulled her hand away.
Reece bit back a groan. Thank God they had less than a block to go before reaching Brad’s place.
“Just go ahead and park in the driveway.”
“All right.” He swung the car into Brad’s drive.
“Be right back.” Shari reached over and drew a finger over his lips.
The light tickle lit off a heat wave that went straight to his cock. “I’ll be waiting.”
Shari exited the Miata. Reece licked his lips as he followed her swaying hips with his gaze. So hot, and they weren’t done yet. Hopefully she’d bring an overnight case.
He slid down in the seat, palmed the gearshift with his right hand. Wonder what kind of clothing she designed? Cocktail dresses? Maybe one of those backless numbers, cut low in the front. His eyes drifted shut.
Easy access. Next best thing to bare skin…yeah, he could—
The door pulled open, and he shot upright.
Shari held a large suitcase. “I got my stuff.”
Thank God she couldn’t she him blush in the dark. Him, blushing. Christ. “No way we’ll get that inside the car. Let me open the trunk.”
He popped the lid, then hopped out and went around the back. The valise wasn’t heavy, but barely fit in the small space. Gingerly, he pressed the trunk closed.
She pulled him in by the lapels and lifted her face to his. “Thanks.”
“Welcome.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth. Such soft lips. Bet she was soft everywhere. “Time to get out of here.”
Shari nodded, then turned for the front of the car and settled herself in the passenger seat. She’d wrapped the London Fog tightly around herself. Was she still wearing the same dress? Reece slid into the driver’s side.
The fog made the trip to his place surreal. Stoplights materialized out of the mist on short notice, and the two miles took fifteen minutes.
When he swung open the door to his apartment, he fought an impulse to push her against the wall, rip off her clothes and shove inside her. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Shari walked past him, and he flipped on the lights. Reece carried her suitcase inside and set it next to the foyer closet, then locked the door. “Can I take your coat?”
She pivoted and leveled a hot gaze at him. “How about you have a seat, and I’ll take it off for you?”
Well, hell. Who was he to refuse a floorshow? He strolled to the couch and sat in the middle. Might as well take off his shoes and jacket, get comfortable. Shari strutted toward him, still in her London Fog.
Reece licked his lips. Damn, she was beautiful. Maybe she’d dance on his coffee table. Heat pulsed to his cock.
She leaned in, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Her hand landed over his fly. He reached for her, and she skipped away.
“Uh uh, mister. No touching, just looking.” She batted long eyelashes at him as she approached.
He nodded.
With nimble fingers she unbuttoned his shirt, then yanked it out of his pants. “Off with the shirt. I need to see those pecs.”
Halfway to naked sounded good. He stripped off the shirt, twirled it around, and tossed on the couch.
“Hands behind your head.”
What was she up to? He obliged, locking his fingers together.
“Mmm.” Shari’s pink tongue traced her lips, then she bent and licked his left nipple. The tickle pumped blood south.
“God,” he groaned. “Let me touch you.”
“No, no. Hold the position.” She moved to his other nipple.
Reece jacked his head back, squeezing his fingers together. Beneath his slacks, his cock protested the confinement.
Another lick, this time to his chest, and down his abs. Reece hissed and let his thighs fall apart. Shari made short work of his belt, button and zipper. His cock peeked out the top of his boxers.
Shari smiled and tapped the slit.
His hips came up. My God, she was a tease.
“Lift your butt.”
He complied, and she slid his pants and boxers off, followed by his socks.
Great. Here he sat naked on his own couch, with a woman wearing a coat and planning who knows what. A bead of precome slid down the head of his cock.
“Okay, I think you’re ready.”
Ready? Ready was fifteen minute ago. He was desperate.
Shari stalked across the room, whirled and faced him.
“I’d like your opinion on a piece I’m working on.”
“Uh, okay?” He shifted in his seat.
Slow and steady, she untied the belt on her coat, then let the khaki slide off her shoulders onto the floor.
Holy hell and fuck me til Sunday.
The outfit was made of black leather, some sort of vest and skirt ensemble. A series of belts and buckles held it together, leaving various gaps, and in those places, Reece noticed bare skin.
The whole thing screamed dominatrix.
An excited tingle raced across his skin.
“What do you think about the outfit? Like?”
Words. Speak. A swallow and nod would have to do.
A broad smile crossed her face. “It’s custom. I’ve never made anything like it before. Would you like me to show you some of the special features?”
Absolutely. He licked his lips.
“Okay, then.” Shari unfastened a belt strapped around her midriff and parted the vest in the middle, shrugged and let it slide down to her fingertips. She tossed the piece on the couch next to Reece.
Shit. A black leather strip looped around her neck and criss-crossed between her breasts, leaving the white swells and dark pink nipples bare. With a slow turn, she showed off the back. The belt continued around the back, crisscrossing in the middle, and ended in the front, the two ends held together by a silver buckle at her waist. Another wave of heat ran down his spine, kicking off a low ache in his balls and cock.
Shari drew a finger across one nipple, bringing it erect. “Like it so far?”
Reece cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Here’s the next part.”
This time she released a buckle at her hips. The patch of fabric pretending to be a skirt fell away, revealing a… chastity belt?
Not that he had any experience to fall back on. A broad leather belt wrapped her waist and dove between her legs, leaving dark hair exposed. She turned, and the strip traveled across her buttock, circled her waist and ran over her crotch, then coasted up the other buttock.
The whole thing appeared to fasten at her waist, below the buckle holding the ends of the upper section.
Hell, that strip had to be several feet long to do that around-the-world thing.
Biting her bottom lip, Shari faced him. “What do you think?”
“It’s good. Really good.”
“You think the client will approve?”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
Shari swayed toward him until she straddled his thighs. The scent of new leather, perfume, and feminine arousal hit him. Hard. If he couldn’t have her soon, he’d come just from the vision in front of him. More precome dribbled from his cock.
“Would you like to unfasten the belts?” She squatted in front of him and licked up the underside of his shaft.
“I can’t move my hands,” he gasped.
“What a good little submissive you are.” Her hot velvet tongue stroked over the head, and she sucked him in.
He thrust before he could control it.
With a pop, she released him. “Not yet.”
“Please.”
“Unfasten the bottom. Only the bottom, Reece. Do you understand?”
He nodded.
“Okay.” She stood.
Letting his fingers slide apart, he freed his hands from behind his neck, then flexed the joints to relieve the stiffness.
The butter-soft leather was thin as fabric. The lower belt unsnapped without a problem, and he unwound the strip until he’d bared her lower half. Every inch of skin he uncovered heightened his pleasure. Damn. He could hardly wait to get her on the bed and pound into her.
If she’d let him.
He kissed her thigh. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Are you ready for me?” Shari looped the belt around his neck and urged him to his feet.
“I’m past ready.”
Hot palm around his erection pulling him along, Shari led him down the hall. “Which bedroom?”
“The one on the right.”
She led him inside. The king-size bed had never looked better.
Shari stripped back the covers, and he came up against her back, shaft nestling between her butt cheeks. He worked his hands along the leather belts until her breasts rested in his palms.
“My turn now.” He ran his lips along her shoulder.
“I love a take-charge man.”
He urged her onto the bed on her chest. This was going to be fabulous. “Lift your hips.”
He stuffed a couple of pillows beneath her. Not high enough. A third pillow brought her up to the right height. Leaning to the side, he caught her eye. “Doing okay?”
“I’m fine. Want to feel you fill me.”
Reece grinned. He pulled a condom and lube out of the bedside table. “Got something here for you. It’s going to tingle.”
Shari lifted up, turned around and looked at him. “What?”
“My company makes nonprescription personal care items.”
“Lube is personal care?”
“According to them it is. This stuff is supposed to tingle and heighten sensation. Want to try it?”
“Ookaaay.”
Reece pushed her down into position. This stuff better live up to the company’s claim. Shari didn’t seem like the type to be polite if it didn’t feel good.
Squirting some of the sparkling clear gel into his palm, Reece let it warm up for a few seconds. It felt like it was getting colder. He squinted at the label. Oh. Feels cold, then heats up with friction. He stirred two fingers through the blob, and it did heat up.
“Okay, here we go.”
“Okay.”
He slicked his fingers and drew them along her cleft, circling, bathing her clit in lubricant. A shiver passed through her.
“That’s cold!”
“It’ll heat up as we go.” He pressed a kiss to the small of her back.
“It better,” she grumbled.
Swirling his finger through the gel in his palm, Reece loaded on more magic lotion and introduced his index finger into her passage. Shari jerked.
“Now it’s like ice, not hot. Are you sure it’ll heat up?”
“We need to add friction.” He drew a finger up the strip of skin behind her opening.
“Then add friction, cause I’m freezing.”
Reece rubbed his hands together, and the ice melted into a heated solution. Oh yeah. A little to and fro would get this stuff working. He tore open the foil and sheathed himself, spreading more lubricant on the outside.
“Here we go.” Reece pressed against her opening, then pushed inside. Shari’s heat enveloped him, tightened around him. Through the thin latex, he registered the peculiar cold and hot sensation, more cold than hot. As he moved, the temperature swung toward warm, then hot. Vigorous thrusting brought the mix to a boil.
“God, it’s hot now. Hot.” Shari pushed back against him, taking him deeper. Pure perfection.
His balls tightened, and the first tingling sensation hit his lower back, heralding impending orgasm. Shari’s breath came in pants as he pumped. Reece tucked a hand between her legs, stroked her clit, then pinched.
She screamed and pulsed around him. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, his balls tightening then releasing in hard jerks.
Shari sagged onto the pillows, and Reece collapsed on top of her, then rolled to the side and pulled her against his chest.
“My God, Reece. I’m a pile of noodles. How much dessert did we have to work off?”
“I think we’ll need a couple more sessions to make sure we’ve burned all those calories.”
Shari smiled. “Thank God for fattening desserts.”
~*~
Whitley Gray
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