by Chloe Lang
“Oh, Dustin, you’re not the only one to blame. I have a share in it, too. I’m the one who ended our relationship in the first place. I gave up on us first.”
“That was years ago, honey. I was still a resident down in Phoenix. I thought I knew everything. I don’t.” Dustin shook his head. “No. Not you. Not Mick. Me. I get it now. But I’m willing to change. For you. For us.”
“You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
He smiled, and then he leaned in and kissed her. She hadn’t kissed him in so long, but the familiar urgency in his lips awakened her desires for him. Heat shot through her. She tingled from head to toe as he traced her lips with his tongue.
God, he’s a great kisser. Feels so good. So very good.
He cupped her breasts and deepened their kiss with his hungry tongue.
I have to tell him the truth about being a doctor before we go too far. He needs to know.
Trembling, she brought her hands up to his chest, gently pushing him to stop.
He leaned back. “What’s wrong?”
Catching her breath, she gazed into his sexy, gray eyes. “I want to, Dustin. I do. But…we need to…I need to…”
His voice deepened, reminding her of the Dom he’d been with her long ago. “Say it again, Paris.”
“Say what?”
“Do you want me or not?”
“Yes, of course I want you. I want you, want this, so very bad.” She stood. “It’s just—”
He jumped off the couch like a predator, startling her into silence.
Her knees became weak as he pulled her into his chest.
“Enough said, sweetheart. The rest of what needs to be said by either of us can be without words, and I have a bunch I need to say to you.” His lusty smile devastated her.
“Oh, Dustin.”
He kissed her again, sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. Before she could react, he placed her on his desk while scattering its contents to the floor.
Lost to their primal desires, they ripped off each other’s clothes, tossing them to the floor.
He ruggedly pulled her thong down to her ankles, plunging between her thighs, dragging his tongue over her pussy.
“Ooh.” Her throat vibrated like mad as he caressed her sex with his hands and mouth. “Oh God, so good.” Totally immersed in this moment with him, she wrapped her legs around his neck and brought her hand to the back of his head.
The more he laved her pussy, the wetter she got. Feeling his stubble scrap the sides of her legs multiplied her desires.
He circled her clit with his tongue, while sending his fingers into her body.
Crazed with want, she pushed on the back of his head into her pussy, trying to get relief from the overwhelming pressure inside her body.
“Dustin, oh my God. Yes.”
He bit her clit and her entire body exploded with sexual ecstasy. Passionate vibrations rolled up and down her entire body as her pussy clenched and unclenched again and again.
“I’m coming. God. Yes. Ooh. So good. Yes.” She panted like a wild woman, unable to contain herself.
He pulled her off the desk and into his naked frame, holding her so tight. “Baby, it’s been far too long.”
Trying to catch her breath as her body quieted down, she gazed into his eyes. “Yes. Far too long.”
He bent down and reached into the pocket of his discarded pants. When he stood back up, he had a foil wrapper in his hand. He placed the tiny package on one of the side tables, and then turned back to her. “I have to be inside you, sweetheart.” His voice deepened, reminding her of his Dominant side she’d enjoyed in the past. “I have to feel you squeezing my cock with your pussy.”
“I want that, too, Sir,” she confessed desperately. “I need you inside me. Please.”
He took a step back to the sofa.
Dizzy with pleasure, she stretched out her leg before he placed her on his couch and her foot caught one of the lamps, which promptly crashed to the floor into pieces. “Oh my God, Dustin. I’m so sorry.”
He laughed, making her feel better about the accident. “You must pay for this, sub.”
“Shall I write out a check, Sir?”
“Not with money, baby.” He laughed again and sat down on the sofa, pulling her across his knees with her ass in the air. In this position, she could feel his thick, ten-inch cock pressing on her belly. “Five whacks ought to do it. Count them for me, sub.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was giddy with anxious anticipation, remembering how fun it used to be with him.
He gently caressed her bottom. “God, it’s so good to touch this perfection again.”
“Thank you, Sir. It feels nice to have you touching me, too.”
He laughed. “Don’t try to smooth talk me out of this, sub. You broke my lamp.”
“Yes, I did.” She grinned, feeling the need to be disciplined by him. “I’ll clean up that mess. I’ll get dressed and go get the broom out of the utility closet.”
“It can wait. I have other things I want to do with you first.”
“But I need to pay for that, Sir. I understand that and I always pay my debts.”
“That’s good.” He brought his hand down onto the center of her bottom, delivering a nice warm shiver that settled deep inside her core.
“One, Sir.”
“Excellent. That covers the light bulb.”
She giggled. “Was it an LED or a CFL?”
“No questions from the sub.” Another slap from his hand landed on her left cheek, which stung more than the first one.
Wonderful. “Two.”
Dustin cleared his throat. “Two, what?”
Damn, I forgot. “Two, Sir.”
His hearty laugh had a mix of levity and a whole bunch of male desire, which made her heart melt. “That covers half of the shade.”
She bit her lip to keep from chuckling.
The next slap to her ass landed on her other cheek, sending her into a dizzy state of need. Her pussy got even wetter when he ran his hand over it.
“Three, Sir.”
“You just paid for the shade. Good job, baby. It’ll take two more to pay for the base.”
“I understand. I was bad.” Softening her voice to sound as submissive as she could, she said, “I have to pay my debt, Sir.”
He laughed again, leaned over, and kissed both cheeks of her ass. “God, I have missed you.”
The next two whacks came right after each other. Slap. Slap.
She moaned with delight, feeling the heat spread from the marks he’d given her to the rest of her body. Her clit began to throb and her pussy began to ache.
“Four. Five. Sir. But wasn’t it a very expensive lamp?”
He flipped her around, so that now she was staring up into his eyes.
He grinned and shook his head. “Now don’t you start trying to top me from the bottom, baby.” With one hand, he retrieved the condom he’d placed on the side table and with the other he pinched both her nipples, one after another, over and over, until they began to throb. “Have you forgotten what kind of Dom I am?”
“No, Sir. I haven’t forgotten anything about you.”
“Nor have I you.” He rolled the condom down his dick, and without words, guided her into a straddling position on his lap so they were face-to-face, allowing her to feel his cock under her.
She wiggled against his shaft, trying to scratch the intense itch to have him inside her.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful, Paris. Your eyes. Your hair. Your skin. Your face. And these.” He fondled her breasts, massaging them with just the perfect pressure.
“And so are you, Sir. Beautiful, I mean.” She ran her finger over his square jaw, feeling the stubble tickle her fingertips. “I love your gray eyes. They remind me of something mysterious.”
“Am I mysterious to you?”
“Sometimes.”
“Like you are to me, baby. What else?”
“You’re very han
dsome, Sir. You could’ve gone into modeling instead of medicine, I’m sure.”
“Uh-huh.” He shook his head. “I can’t see me ever working a catwalk. You, on the other hand, have the perfect curves to be a supermodel.” He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her up slightly. “I’m done talking, baby. I can’t wait any longer. I have to take you. I have to feel your pussy on my dick.”
He slowly lowered her down onto his monstrous cock.
“Mmm. You feel delicious, Sir.”
His response to her was a lusty rumble coming from deep inside his chest.
Each inch he claimed with his dick filled her pussy and heightened her passion. He sent his hand to her clit and pressed until her moans vibrated along her lips.
“God, you feel so good, baby.” Taking complete charge of her, he lifted her up and down his shaft.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.
He thrust up into her body, claiming her again, as he’d done long ago.
In and out. Harder and deeper. Over and over.
Looking into his eyes she saw his love and passion, which excited her even more. Up and down, she took his cock into her body. The intimate connection was so absolute it took her over completely. She clawed at his flesh as her desires unfolded within her. Electric lines spread out through her body.
“I’m on the brink of climax,” she told him. “I can’t hold back any longer.”
“Don’t hold back, baby. Come for me. Let me feel your pussy’s vibration and sweet cream.”
When his dick scraped against her G-spot again and again, it caused an orgasmic detonation within, sending shockwaves of shivers in every direction.
She screamed and Dustin groaned.
He thrust into her three times, deeper than any other. On the third stroke, his body stiffened and his eyes narrowed. “Going to come, sweetheart.”
When he came, she tightened her pussy around his shaft.
“Yes, baby. Fuck, yes.”
He held her close for several minutes in silence. Words weren’t needed yet. They’d experienced their former connection. It was an overwhelming experience and one she would never forget.
“We sure made a mess of your office, Dustin,” she said, glancing around the room. “Broken lamp. Clothes on the floor, as are a folder and your phone.” When her eyes landed on his door, her jaw dropped. “Dustin, we didn’t lock the door. Anyone could’ve walked in on us.”
A knock on the door sent her scrambling for her clothes.
“Dr. Ryder?” Katy’s voice could be heard on the other side of the door.
“Oh my God,” Paris whispered, feeling her heart speed up. “Hand me my bra, please. It’s hanging from the shade of your good lamp.”
He shook his head, stating quietly. “I’ve got this, baby. Katy, hold on.”
“Sure thing.”
He took another step and cut his foot on one of the shards of the broken lamp’s base. “Fuck. Shit. Ouch.”
He’d cut his foot and began bleeding.
“Dr. Ryder, is everything okay?” Katy’s voice was filled with concern.
Paris saw the doorknob began to move. “Shit.”
Without thinking and in a single motion, she jumped past Dustin and over the glass and turned the deadbolt.
Dustin laughed. “Katy, I’m on the phone. I’ll call you when I get off.”
Paris almost burst out laughing, mouthing the words “get off” to him.
“Okay, Doc. Whatever you say.”
After they were sure Katy was gone, they fell back onto the sofa and into each other’s arms, laughing hysterically.
“I don’t remember you being a superhero, Paris, but the way you were able to leap across the room and get my door locked…well, it was a sight to behold. It’s over, thank God. Danger averted thanks to you.”
She grinned. “Now, you’re just teasing me, Dustin Ryder.”
“Maybe so, Paris Cottrell. Maybe so. But it would’ve been funny if we’d gotten caught.”
“Don’t go there. We were very lucky. Can you imagine what Katy would’ve done had she opened the door and we’d still been on your desk?”
“I’m not sure, but she would’ve witnessed two people in love enjoying each other.”
She kissed him, feeling hope spring back to life. Maybe I can have my dream after all, the one where Dustin and Mick share me as their wife.
Chapter Eleven
Barkley stretched out on the bed in his hotel room. It felt good to feel a proper mattress on his back. The prison mattress he’d slept on for the past several years had been a slight step up from sleeping on the ground—just barely.
He’d checked into the Dream Hotel under the name of Karl Lemmon, the name on the driver’s license and passport Cindy had given him. He’d seen fake IDs before, but the ones she’d handed over were excellent. She wasn’t his type. Too many brains. He liked his women stupid, meek, and curvy. Trollinger did have the curves, but she wasn’t stupid and she definitely wasn’t meek.
She’d promised him a new life, a clean slate, and a ton of cash in exchange for one job. Even though thrilled at the pay he was going to get once he put a bullet in the skull of the motherfucker, he would’ve done it for free, though he wasn’t about to share that with Cindy.
He brought out the Glock and silencer she’d given him. It had a good weight. He pointed it at his reflection in the mirror, imagining it was his target.
His mind went back to the night he’d lost Anne. Sure, he’d roughed her up a bit. She’d deserved it, like so many times before. But that fucking doctor had let her die.
“Boom. Boom.” He holstered the gun and stared at his image in the mirror. “You like that nurse, don’t you, Doc? She’s a pretty thing. Right before I left the waiting room, I saw how you looked at her. You tapping that, Doc? I bet you are.”
Barkley grinned. “It’s payback time, Doc.”
* * * *
Dustin kissed Paris again. He couldn’t get enough of her. “I missed you so much, Paris.” He never tired of staring at her violet eyes, which were so unusual and devastatingly beautiful like the rest of her, inside and out. He traced her shoulders with his fingers.
“I’ve missed you, too, Dustin.” Finishing getting dressed, she pulled on her slacks and put on her top. “But I really need to tell you something important.”
There was something in her tone that told him whatever she wanted to share was difficult for her. Even after making love was she still going to take the job in Wilde? He couldn’t blame her if she wanted to after all the hell he’d put her through. Proving to her he’d really changed might take more time than he’d originally thought.
What if she was ready to accept Mick’s proposal? Without me?
He buttoned his shirt. Better to put this off until he had a grasp on where she was coming from. He would fight for her. He would show her he really had changed. But he needed more time. “We can talk any time, baby. No rush. Can I get you some coffee?”
“Only if it’s made, because I really need to talk to you now. I can’t put this off any longer.”
“I thought everything was okay with us now.” Whatever she wanted to tell him, he knew by the look on her face it wasn’t good. “Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong. Everything is okay. At least I think it is. But there’s something you need to know.”
She is struggling with whatever this is.
Though he would’ve rather delayed this, he sensed she couldn’t wait. Her needs come first.
He sat down next to her. “Tell me, Paris.”
“This is hard.” She took a deep breath. “You remember those years I was in Nevada?”
A sting of jealousy sliced through him. “You didn’t find someone else, did you?”
“No. It’s nothing like that.” Closing her eyes, she blurted out, “I was in medical school at the University of Nevada. I am a surgeon, Dustin. I have my medical degree and have a license to practi
ce medicine in both Nevada and Colorado.”
“You what?” Hurt and anger swamped every fiber of his being.
“I’m so sorry. I tried to tell you and Mick a long time ago, but—”
“But nothing. How could you keep such a thing a secret, Paris? Does your father know?”
She shook her head. “No. I haven’t told anyone. I started it to prove something to you. You may not remember saying to me that anyone could be a nurse, but not everyone could be a doctor.”
“I remember. It was the day you broke up with Mick and me. The day you ripped my heart out of my chest.” And the day I lost my patient. “Why?”
“It began out of spite. I wanted to prove to you that you were wrong, but later it changed. I began wanting to prove to myself I could do it. I never had any intentions of using my license. Being a nurse is what I’m comfortable with, but—”
“Comfortable?” She doesn’t trust me. She doesn’t trust herself. “There’s more to it than that, Paris Cottrell.”
“Damn it, Dustin. Don’t start again.”
He stood, pulling on his pants. “How could you keep something so important from me? From your dad? From Mick? From the whole town?”
“Because it’s nobody’s business but mine.”
“Bullshit. Stop deflecting. Tell me the truth. Why? What are you afraid of?”
“I’m done here, Doctor.” She stood.
He blocked the door. “Not until you tell me the truth.”
Tears streamed down her face. “You don’t own me, Dustin Ryder. I’m taking that job in Wilde. I’m leaving Destiny, and you won’t have to look at me ever again.”
He grabbed her by the wrists. “Stop stalling. Tell me why. Tell me now.”
She blinked and then closed her eyes. “Overruled.”
“What?”
“Don’t you remember? I said ‘overruled.’”
God, no. She can’t. Not now. Overruled? That’s the safe word she chose with Mick and me.