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  She let out a moan, holding his head to her breast while he sucked and licked her nipple, his hand massaging the other breast and teasing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Tiny shocks of pleasure shot straight south, igniting the fire he’d started with his kisses. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, but that wasn’t enough. She pushed his jeans over his hips, and he pulled away long enough to shed his pants and his briefs.

  Wow. She’d examined him in the wine cellar when he was limp and in pain, and she hadn’t been paying much attention then because she’d been in doctor mode.

  Now? She was in woman mode, very much interested in his penis, and not at all in a clinical way. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked. He thrust against her hand.

  “I like you touching me,” he said, sliding his hands up her arms.

  She felt a skitter of goose bumps as he tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her, wrapping his arm around her back. She sank into his embrace, letting her body align with his, skin to skin.

  He put his hand on her butt, his fingers sliding into the back of her underwear to cup a handful of butt cheek. The warmth of his hand heated her, made her shove against his rock hard erection so she could rub against him.

  He groaned against her lips and pushed her back toward the bed, the back of her knees hitting the mattress.

  “Sit down,” he said, his breathing harsh as he pulled away.

  She was ever cognizant of his hard cock and all the delicious things she intended to do with it—with him—tonight.

  Her long sexual drought was about to end, and she was more than ready for it, especially when he kneeled on the carpet in front of her and reached for her panties, drawing them over her hips and down her legs.

  He spread her legs and smoothed his hands over her thighs.

  “You are beautiful, Aubry.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “And you smell amazing.” He kissed his way toward her hip, then her stomach, his chest making contact with her sex.

  She shivered, leaned back on the bed, resting on her elbows as Tucker teased her by not giving her what she needed the most at that moment. Instead, he used his hands and mouth to map her body. Though that definitely inspired her to wriggle against him, arch her hips, and beg for his mouth on her suddenly tingling nipples.

  When he complied, she let out a satisfied moan, sliding her fingers into his hair to hold him there while he flicked his tongue against the bud. The arc of sensation shot right to her sex, making her clit tingle with the anticipation of what other delicious things he could do with his mouth. His beard scratched the tender skin of her breast in the most perfect of ways, and she could already imagine the scruff rubbing her thighs.

  “Tucker.”

  He raised his head. “Yeah?”

  “Lick me.”

  His lips curved. “I thought I was.”

  “Yes, and it feels really good. But, you know, elsewhere.”

  He raised himself up by planting his hands on the mattress, his arms distracting her with their corded muscle. “Care to be more specific?”

  “Would you like me to draw you a map, or do you think you can figure out where I want your mouth?”

  He balanced himself on one hand, using the other to map a trail from between her breasts, down her stomach, to palm her sex.

  “Here?”

  “Yes.” She was distracted by his strength, but also by the way he touched her, using his fingers to caress her in a way that definitely caught her attention. “Yes, right there.”

  “Does it ache, Aubry?” he asked, slipping his fingers inside her as he moved his way down her body again. “Does it ache so much you want me to lick it and suck it until you come?”

  She shuddered at his words, her mind a visual of him doing just that, of what it would feel like when she burst. “Yes. Make me come, Tucker.”

  He draped her thighs over his shoulders, nestled her body close to his face, his warm breath a balm to her tortured senses. And when his tongue lapped along her folds, she pressed into the mattress, falling into the rapture of heat and sensation. It was a slow, languorous, billowy feeling of utter delight.

  Until he put his mouth around her clit and sucked. Then, everything changed. It was like being struck by lightning in the best possible way, a sharp, sinful strike of pleasure. She let out a low moan, her hips arched off the bed, and she gave herself over to Tucker, to his devilish lips and tongue and his relentless assault on her body.

  His mouth was hot, and his fingers entered her, probing her with soft, rhythmic strokes until she was certain she’d never make it out of this without a cataclysmic orgasm.

  And when it hit, faster than she’d imagined, she fisted her hands in the sheets, rocked her sex against his mouth, and thoroughly fell into the release, her entire body shaking with the force of what had to be the best damn orgasm she’d had in . . .

  Her mind and body were too far gone to do the math. All she could do was hold on and enjoy the quivering ride. And when she relaxed, he was there, his face looming over hers to take her mouth in a kiss that tasted of sex and hot desire.

  He didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath, his erection steely hard and hot against her thigh.

  Which was fine with her, because she was throbbing, primed and ready for him.

  And they had all night long to enjoy each other.

  TUCKER’S FINGERS WERE STILL BURIED INSIDE AUBRY, the hot, pulsing contractions from her orgasm wrapping around him. His mouth was on hers, her hands roaming over his skin. Every part of him was feverishly hot and coiled with fiery need. All he wanted to do was bury his cock deep inside her until she convulsed around him.

  He moved his fingers in slow, gentle movements, not wanting her to come down from that high of release. He wanted her hovering, still ready, hot and needy so he could bring her right to the brink again. Only this time, he’d be inside her.

  “You ready?” he asked.

  She smoothed her hand across his face, her fingertips so soft he wondered if he’d ever felt anything like that sensation before as she ran her finger over his bottom lip. And when he moved his fingers inside her, she gasped.

  “I’m ready for whatever you have in mind.”

  For someone as reluctant as Aubry had been about being with him, he liked that she was all-in right now, that there had been no hesitation on her part.

  “Good.” He bent and kissed her, then whispered against her mouth. “I have a lot in mind.”

  He withdrew his fingers, then licked them. “You taste good. I wonder how many times I can make you come tonight?”

  Her gaze was direct. And hot. Filled with promise.

  “A lot, probably. It’s been kind of a sexual drought for me.”

  “Drought’s over, babe. I have a box of condoms in my car.”

  Her lips lifted. “I have a box in my bathroom. I think we’re good to go—for tonight, anyway.”

  He laughed and swept his hand over her breasts, watching them rise and fall as he brushed her nipples until they lifted into tight peaks. He bent and took a taste of each one. Soft, then hard little nubs that, when he sucked, made her moan.

  She responded so damn well to him, and it made his balls quiver. He wanted to take all night long learning her body, but right now he wanted to feel what it was like to be inside of her.

  “Give me just a second,” she said, rolling over and getting out of bed.

  He lay on his side, enjoying the view of her very fine ass as she disappeared into the connected bathroom. She returned not long after with a box of condoms in her hand. She took one out of the box and tossed it in his direction. He caught it in the air with one hand.

  “Nice reflexes,” she said.

  “Part of my job.”

  “How’s the leg, by the way? And the head? And your testicles?”

  He laughed, pulled out a condom and rolled over to lay the box on the nightstand. “All in working order.”

  “Good to know.” She stretched out on
the bed, pulling her arms over her head. “Especially the testicles.”

  He tore open the wrapper on the condom, applied it, then crawled between her legs, spreading her thighs. “Yeah, I’m going to be using my balls tonight. They’re already filled with come. I’m about ready to burst from touching you and kissing you.”

  He spread himself over her body, leaning in close to brush his lips over hers. “And tasting you. Everything about you makes me hard.”

  She took in a deep breath. “Let’s get you inside me, then. I’d hate to think of you suffering any longer.”

  He fit the tip of his cock against her, then eased inside, cupping her butt to pull her up close as he gave a first thrust.

  Oh, yeah. Just as hot and tight as he imagined she’d be. And when Aubry wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips, he seated himself fully inside of her. It was goddamned perfection.

  She smelled like sweet cotton candy, felt like soft heaven, and as he moved within her, her body gripped his cock tight.

  “You feel good,” he said, reaching down to slide a hand over her hip, levering himself close so he could hit all her hot spots as well.

  Her nails dug into his arms. “Oh, yes. Right there, Tucker.”

  She rocked back and forth against him as he pulled out, then slid in again. She was right there with him, her gaze pinned to his as they moved together in a slow, deliberate pace at first. He measured the signals she gave him. She liked it easy, and he could handle that for now. He took in the sounds she made—breathy little moans and gasps that made his balls draw up tight and made his cock harden like steel. He enjoyed watching her nipples pucker up when he rubbed his chest against her breasts.

  Hell, he liked everything about being naked and inside of her. And when her moans turned to gasps and whimpers, he increased the pace, holding back the need to release. Because she was going to go first, and when her sweet little pussy tightened around him, when she dug into the mattress and raised her hips, a silent invitation for more and deeper, he gave it to her.

  Sweat dripped down his back with the effort to hold back, but she was so damn good he didn’t want to come. Not just yet, not when Aubry’s cheeks pinkened and a dark flush spread over her breasts.

  “Tucker,” she said, digging her nails in harder. “So, so good. You make me want to come.”

  “Let go,” he said, bending to kiss her, a hard driving kiss he coupled with deeper, faster thrusts. She cried out against his lips and he felt the force of her orgasm wrapping round his cock, squeezing him tight as she came.

  This time, he let go, slamming hard into her with his release. He felt dizzy from it, wrapping an arm around Aubry as her body rocked underneath him.

  Spent and out of breath, he nuzzled her neck, licking droplets of perspiration from her skin.

  Now that had been good. Really damn good. And when he could breathe again, he told her that.

  “It was pretty decent for round one,” she said.

  He lifted his head and looked up at her smiling face. “It’s a good thing I’m in great shape. I can tell you’re very demanding.”

  She brushed a hair away from his forehead. “I told you I’d been in a drought, didn’t I?”

  “Yes. I believe you mentioned that.”

  “So, you just happen to be the person I decided to make it rain for me.”

  He rolled over to his side, bringing her with him so they faced each other. “And by making it rain, I take it to mean you’d like a monsoon.”

  She laughed. “I believe so.”

  “No complaints here.” He pulled her on top of him and laid his hands on her ass, kneading the soft globes. She writhed against him until he got hard again.

  She grinned down at him. “I could tell from the first time I saw you that you were a rainmaker, Tucker.”

  AUBRY ROLLED OVER IN BED AND GLARED AT THE clock. Five a.m.

  She really hated five a.m. She yawned, then looked over at the other side of the bed, at the dark-headed god sleeping next to her. She couldn’t help her lopsided smile.

  Six times. She’d come six times last night. She was sore in places that hadn’t been sore in years. But it was a really awesome kind of ache.

  She waited for regret to set in as she got up and took a shower, then got ready for work. By the time she dried her hair and brewed coffee, she realized she had no regrets.

  Last night had been fun, and she felt more relaxed than she’d been in . . .

  A very long time.

  She sipped her coffee, leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled.

  Six orgasms would do that to a person. And God knew she needed some relaxation.

  She looked up to find Tucker strolling into the kitchen wearing only his jeans—which were unzipped, showing off all that delicious skin and that vee from his lower abs to places she’d like to explore further—and his glasses.

  That man was so damn sexy, glasses and all.

  If only she had today off as well.

  Dammit.

  “I smelled coffee. You heading to work?”

  She nodded. “Yes, unfortunately. Help yourself. The door locks on its own when you close it. You can take a shower or go back to bed or whatever.”

  He took the cup from her hand and laid it on the counter next to her, then buried his face in her neck and kissed her there. Delicious goose bumps prickled her skin. He took her mouth in a good morning kiss that made her want to tumble back into bed with him for several hours. Her entire body woke to passion and need. One would think after all those orgasms, she’d be more than satisfied.

  Apparently not, because before she knew it her fingers had looped their way into his hair, and his hand was down the front of her scrubs. In a few deliberate, coaxing minutes she was primed, ready and throbbing. When he pulled her pants down to her knees and put his mouth on her, all she could do was grab the counter for support. She held on while he sucked on her clit in a very demanding way that told her he could bring her to orgasm in less than two minutes.

  Or less. She cried out, not even caring as she rocked her sex against his face when she came.

  “Jesus, Tucker,” she said when he licked the sides of her thighs and looked up at her with a very satisfied smile. “I’m going to be late.”

  “You’re going to be even later.”

  He drew a condom out of the pocket of his jeans, flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed her against the counter, shoved his jeans down over his hips, and had that condom on in record time.

  She was still quivering from that mind-blasting orgasm when he entered her, pushing deep, making her gasp and moan as he thrust. He slid his hand inside her shirt to tease and pluck her nipples while he fucked her from behind.

  Her mind was awash in the visuals of what she must look like bent over her kitchen counter, her hair a mess, her clothes half off, and him pumping into her. Her belly tumbled and her sex quivered listening to his harsh breaths. He gripped her hips hard, and when she pushed back against him, his encouraging words made ripples of desire flitter through her.

  And when he slid his hand between her legs, she pushed him away, needing him to concentrate on pushing his big cock into her. She settled her own hand on her clit.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, then pumped hard and fast into her while she made herself come—again.

  And when she did, his loud groans only enhanced her orgasm. They came together with his hand on her breasts and her own between her legs.

  It was wild and passionate and left her hot and sweaty, enough that when they disengaged, she turned and gave him a glare.

  “Now I need another shower.”

  He grinned. “Uh . . . sorry?”

  She shook her head, dashed into the bathroom and quickly rinsed off, combed her sex-mussed hair, then redressed and ran into the kitchen for her things.

  He had a cup of coffee in his hand, but he set it on the counter and came toward her.

  She held up her hand to stop him. “Don’t even come nea
r me.”

  His lips quirked. “Okay. Have a good day, Aubry.”

  Mellowing somewhat, considering she’d had two orgasms since getting out of bed this morning, she approached him, brushed her lips against his, and said, “You, too. Thanks for last night.” She pulled away, then kissed him again. “And this morning.”

  He smiled at her. “I’ll call you.”

  Did she want him to call her? She didn’t even have time to think about it right now. “Sure. You do that.”

  She left in a hurry and ran to her car, trying not to break speed limits to get to the hospital in time for rounds. Dr. Chen could be horrible to his doctors who showed up late. When she got to the lounge, Katie was there.

  “Oh, my God,” Katie said, getting up from the table to hurry over to her. “You’re always here before me. You’re here before everyone. I thought you might be sick.”

  Aubry put her things away in her locker and tried to get her wildly beating pulse under control. “I’m fine.”

  “You are not fine. Your face is flushed. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”

  “No. I’m not sick.” She wound her stethoscope around her neck and turned to Katie, then took a quick look at her phone. She’d made it. Barely, but she’d made it. “Shall we head out?”

  “And what’s on your neck?”

  “Nothing.” She reached out to scrub both sides of her neck. “What are you talking about?”

  “Right here.” Katie rubbed a spot. “It’s all red. Is it a bruise?”

  Aubry put her hand on the place where Katie had rubbed. “It’s nothing. Probably hives because I got up late this morning. You know how Chen freaks me out.”

  “It’s not hives. Actually, it looks kind of like a—” Katie squinted at her, then her eyes widened. “Oh, my God. You had sex.”

  Aubry pivoted and walked out of the lounge, Katie right on her heels.

  “I’m right, aren’t I? You had sex. Was it with that hot baseball player?”

  She really hated that her friend knew so much about her life. “No.”

  “Now you’re just lying to me. You had sex with him. What’s his name again? Tucker, wasn’t it?”