Club Prive: Sweet Escape (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Leslie Johnson Page B

they sweep from my hair to my lips and back up to meet my eyes again. “One day you want me to make you forget, and the next, you want me to make you remember. You’re quiet the complicated woman, aren’t you?”
    I lick my lips, and he growls again, the sound pooling between my legs. “Too complicated?”
    He seems to be considering it. “Mmm, some women are too complicated while some are too simple. You, my dear, are—”
    “Just right?” I tease and he full out smiles, his white teeth a stark contrast to his dark beard. “My, what big beautiful teeth you have,” I continue the game.
    He yanks me to him, his thigh separating my legs, the taut muscle pressing against me, pushing up until I gasp. “The better to eat your sweet little pussy, my dear.”
    In one quick movement, I’m hauled up against his chest and his lips are crushing down on mine. An hour ago, I’d been exhausted, completely zapped of all strength. Now? I feel powerful and strong as I wrap legs around his waist and suck on his tongue, my fingers brushing through his thick hair.
    “Maybe you should give me a complete physical, Dr. Atwood,” I say when his lips trail down my jaw to my ear.
    “Yes, I agree.” His lips fall to my throat. “Your pulse is abnormally fast, Miss Beck. And you feel hot to the touch.”
    “Think I need an…” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Injection?”
    His head falls back and his laugh is musical. I feel it vibrate all the way through him. “I think you need a spanking for such a terrible joke,” he says and slaps my butt hard enough to sting.
    It turns me on even more. “It just so happens that I’ve recently learned that I like a bit of pain with my pleasure.”
    That growl again. It curls my toes.
    “I look forward to exploring your pain tolerance, Miss Beck.” He nips at my lower lip. “But not tonight. Tonight, it seems I have a gentle side that I’m surprisingly eager to investigate further.” He starts to kiss me again, but pulls back, frowning.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I don’t have any condoms on me. Do you?”
    Crap.
    “No…” Then I remember the bag and the wink from Brooke and groan. “I think my roomie might have a crystal ball in her bedroom.”
    His forehead wrinkles.
    “The bag.” I nod to the chair. He carries me over to it and I snatch it up. A string of condoms comes out along with a brand new tube of lube.
    He nuzzles my neck. “I really do like your roommate. Where’s your room?”
    As he walks me in the direction I point, misgivings begin to fill me. From the moment I walked into work this morning, I’ve done nothing but sweat. I even peed on myself a little during the attack. I can’t have sex like this, especially if he fulfills his promise to use those big pearly whites on me.
    “Gray?”
    He kicks my bedroom door shut with his heel. “Yes, baby.”
    “Uh, I need a few minutes to, well, shower and freshen up.”
    He nuzzles my neck, running his tongue up my carotid. “You smell fresh to me.”
    I wiggle against him, trying to get down, which is a mistake because it causes my clit to rub against his stomach in the most distracting way. “Oh.” I blow out a breath and try again. “It will just be a few minutes, I promise.”
    “Where’s your bathroom?”
    I point and soon find myself standing next to my favorite thing about the apartment, the claw foot tub, as he turns the water on.
    “This really is a nice place,” he says as he inspects my bath salts, sniffing several of them before choosing my favorite, vanilla and eucalyptus.
    “You should have seen the closet I was living in before I moved here.” I laugh at the memory. “I’d been looking for a change and accepted a job in a physician’s clinic here in Manhattan. Brooke’s ad appeared as if by magic and I’ve been living with her for a little over a year now.”
    “Why leave the clinic for the hospital?”
    I wrinkle my nose. “Because the doctor was a little too free with his hands and a lot too