“And Karen doesn’t think men want plus-sized women with full breasts and hips that are ripe for biting?”
“Doctor Mark, are you flirting with me?”
3
MARK
Thinking about one of my best friend’s daughters was something I hadn’t planned on doing. And I certainly hadn’t planned on swallowing my tongue the second I saw her slink into the ballroom. I barely acknowledged that Karen and Peyton were standing right there.
I had definitely noticed that Brooke was all grown up the last time I was at their house. But she hadn’t looked anything like this. She was all curves in all the right places. My body clenched against the sudden surge of desire that dress inspired in me.
“I thought I said to drop the doctor. You’re not twelve, you’re an adult. It’s okay to call me by my name,” I said. My voice had dropped, and I realized I wanted her to call me by my name, I wanted her to scream it.
She looked up at me through those long lashes of hers. She licked her lush kissable lips and said, “Okay, Mark. But you didn’t answer my question. Are you flirting?”
I swallowed hard and shook my head. “I am not flirting, Brooke.”
“No? How disappointing. I guess my mother is right, men don’t like—”
I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her behind me. She didn’t say anything but laughed as she trailed along behind me until I pushed through a set of doors into an empty hallway.
Without letting go of her I pressed her against the wall, holding her hands above her head.
“Don’t even begin to tell me what men like, what I want.”
She shuddered in my grip. Her eyes kept darting to my mouth. She didn’t need to say words for me to know she wanted me to kiss her. Her mouth was greedy and needy as I took it. She kissed back with as much enthusiasm and ardor as I pressed into her.
“My mother told me to behave,” she whispered in a hot breath against my lips.
“This feels like you’re being a very good girl to me.” I stepped in closer, nudging her legs apart with my leg.
“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but this skirt wasn’t made for that.” She wriggled her wrist until I let go. She began gathering her skirt in one hand, lifting the hem until she could run her knee up my thigh.
“Not here,” my words were coming hard with each breath that I fought for a semblance of control. I don’t know what magic she had cast over me, but I was rushing headlong into a very bad decision. Or maybe a very good one.
I brushed her leg down before grabbing her hand and pulling her with me down the hall. I tried several doors before one opened. I flipped the switch to see we were in a janitor’s restocking closet.
“Hail Caesar,” I said as I locked the door behind us.
Brooke knew the score and didn’t waste any time. She lifted her skirt and stepped out of her underwear. A sexy string of dark red lace that matched her dress.
With a growl, I ran my hands up her fleshy thighs and palmed her ass. “This ass of yours is,” I started.
“Worth biting?”
She turned away from me and leaned on one of the supply shelves, tilting her hips up and back.
I knew an invitation when it was presented. I leaned over and scraped my teeth over that beautiful mound of creamy expanse.
“Doctor Mark,” she said in a teasing tone. “You’ll leave marks.”
I bit harder and sucked on her skin. I wanted to leave my mark on her. She purred.
I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough. I fished out the condom I kept in my wallet from my back pocket before I unfastened my belt and pushed my pants down.
Brooke wiggled her ass at me as if she were impatient.
I rolled the condom down my cock and slid into her wet pussy. I groaned, she felt so fucking good.