Second Chance (23 page)

“Stay still and you won’t get
rapped on them.”  Placing one hand behind her back, she tapped the end of the
ruler against her lips, flicked out her tongue, gave the end a lick, the whole
time watching him coolly.

Jesus, his shaft jerked.  Forget
about his knuckles which didn’t sting that badly - it was mostly the shock of
the unexpected light rap - Grant eyed her warily.  Just how far was she going?

“Dr Wilson.”  Drawing the ruler
away from her lips, she slid it down her throat and chest until it traced over
the swells of her breasts, that deliciously beckoning cleavage.  “This will go
much easier for you if you’re not so disobedient.”

Following the ruler with his eyes,
he managed a croaked, “Okay.”

“Good boy.”  With a sudden decisive
pat on his shaft which had him jumping and cursing with erotic shock, Tam gave
him a warning look before strolling languidly behind him.

When he made to turn, a hand
touched his waist.  “Stay still.”

Damn, he could feel the imprint of
that soft palm like a brand.  He just wished the dressing table was angled so
he could watch her.  With Tam behind him, not to mention that ruler she wielded
with surprising dexterity, he felt a little unnerved.

And aroused.  Oh yeah.  Had to
admit that.

Knowing she wouldn’t really hurt
him, he folded his arms and waited, trying to see her out of the corner of his
eye.  Didn’t work.  His shoulders were too wide and she was too short.  Damn. 
It did add to the anticipation, though.

“I’ve seen your books, Dr Wilson.” 
Her hand disappeared.  “I must say, I am severely disappointed in you.”

“Oh?”  He was disappointed they
weren’t already on the bed, even as he enjoyed this little scenario.

“
Very
disappointed.  As a
man who reads so much - and I do mean loses himself in a book, because did you
not, Dr Wilson, arrive late for our date the other week because you got caught
up in a book?”

“Well, I didn’t mean to -
ow!
” 
His hand clapped back over one slightly stinging buttock as he swung around to
stare incredulously down at her.  “Did you just smack me with the ruler?”

One fine brow arched coolly.  “Disobedience
will bring swift punishment.  Turn around.”

“I’ll give you punishment-”  Grant
stopped, looked down to where the ruler tip did a very light, erotic,
tap-tap-tap against his shaft.

“Dr Wilson,” she said gravely. 
“Turn around.”

His eyes narrowed as he caught the
gleam in her gaze.  “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“I’m waiting, Dr Wilson.”

“Revenge is sweet, baby, that’s
all I’m saying.”

There went that fine eyebrow
again, arching up in deliberately cool provocation.

Half annoyed, definitely half aroused,
definitely enjoying it regardless, Grant turned around.  “Just remember, for
every whack on my arse -
ow!
”  This time he just glared at her over his
shoulder.  “Jesus, woman, you’re racking up a tab now.”

“Face forward.”

Grumbling, he obeyed.  His skin
prickled at the silence behind him, the sting in his bum cheek not as bad as it
could have been.  The woman was an expert at delivering a smack light enough
not to cause hurt or real pain, but enough to make him jump and feel a slight
sting.

Then he jumped again, because one
hand slid beneath his boxers to cup said abused cheek.

“Does it hurt too much?”  Tam
asked.

He couldn’t miss the slightly
worried tone in her voice.  With a grin, he shrugged.  “Not as much as yours
will later.”

“In for a penny, in for a pound.” 
She gave him a quick squeeze before ordering, “Drop your boxers.”

Oh yeah.  Dropped boxers meant
quicker to roll her beneath him.  Hot dog.

Hooking his thumbs into the
waistband of his boxers, Grant shoved them over his hips to pool at his feet.
About to step out of them, he stopped when she said, “Bend over and do it.”

He froze.  “What?”

The ruler popped lightly on his
bare skin.  It didn’t have the sting it had earlier, but because he was naked
it seemed so much more.  “What did I say about disobedience?  I won’t have it
in my library, Dr Wilson.”

“Is that right?”  Dark amusement
slid through him, and brazenly he bent over and pulled the boxers over his feet.

“Stay right there.”

Bent over, Grant wondered just
what the hell she was doing.  Suddenly he realised he was bent over, exposed to
her gaze.  Basically watching him swing free in the breeze.  Well, his balls,
anyway, because his shaft was curving up towards his belly.

The woman was turning him on, no
doubt about it.

Then all thought fled as he felt
the ruler slide between his thighs and lift until his sac rested heavily on
it.  His breath caught, and he had to fight the urge to swing around and bring
her down to the floor.

Not to mention a tiny part of him
was just a little worried she’d actually smack him on the balls with the
ruler.  He wasn’t sure if that would make him howl at the moon or bawl like a
baby.  Pain had never been his thing.  He sure as hell hoped it wasn’t hers.

“Dr Wilson.”

How the hell did she keep such a
cool voice, so in control? 

His eyes crossed as she started to
slide the ruler back and forth under his sac, the sensitive skin rolling
lightly along the plastic.  Sparks skittered under his skin, playing with his
nerves.

He’d never look at a ruler in
quite the same way again.

“Dr Wilson,” she repeated
musingly, “I had a look at some of your books, and do you know what I found?”

“Not a clue,” he croaked.

“It saddened me to see that you
abuse them.”

“I abuse them?”  Those sparks were
starting to flare as his shaft stiffened, a low, hot throb pulsing along the
length.

“You dog ear them, Dr Wilson, and
that is a crime.”

Half expecting a smack to his
balls from the ruler, he was caught off guard when instead a soft palm cupped
his sac, fingers lacing securely around to tug it gently from his body and hold
it away.

His breath whooshed out, his
instinct going wild to straighten and grab for the teasing, tantalising, bloody
hot woman, but she had him by the balls - literally.  “Tam,” he gritted.  “This
is over.”

“Did I say it was over?” she asked
mildly.

Christ, he was going to go up in
flames.  “
I
said-”

Then she was there, soft body against
his, that magnificent bosom flattened to his back as she suddenly, gently,
pressed his sac up against his body.

Holy shit.  He almost saw stars.

Bugger the consequences, he needed
her beneath him right now.

Good thing she felt him move,
because the hand at his sac disappeared so there was no pain when he spun
around.

Only she wasn’t there.  The wily
wench had spun with him, this time pressing against his back so he could feel
every soft curve against his harder body.

In the act of swinging around to
capture her, he was stopped by one small hand wrapping around his shaft.  The
sensation of it, soft skin to sensitive skin, took his breath away, making him
stiffen, his hands going back automatically to grab those lush hips pressed
against him.

“So, Dr Wilson,” she purred,
moving her hand up and down his shaft in a move he himself had taught her,
guaranteed to bring stars to his eyes, “are you going to abuse those books
anymore?”

He couldn’t even answer, head
tipping back, a groan wrenched from his mouth when another soft hand glided
down to play along his lower abdomen, short nails raking across the skin.

His shaft jerked in her hand,
sensation spiralling through him as she rubbed her thumb over his tip, pressed
the tip of her thumb into the slit at the head of his shaft.

Jesus, he hadn’t taught her that.

“Better answer me, Dr Wilson.” 
Her hand moved slow, sure, regular as she worked him.  “All I want is a ‘yes’ as
your promise not to abuse those books anymore, a ‘no’ if you want me to stop
right now as punishment for your disobedience.”

“God!  Yes!”  He burst out, the
thought of her stopping enough to make him almost fall to his knees. 
“Yes!”

“I’m so glad you see it my way.” 
She slid her thigh between his, nudged his sac with her knee.

Making fire sizzle through his
groin, tug on his shaft in an erotic pull.

Yanking her hips hard to him, fingers
biting into the soft swell of her derriere, he gloried in the incredible
sensation of her working him faster, then slower and faster again.

Heat spiralled up his spine, flared
low in his belly, his shaft swelling in her hand.

Just when he was on the edge, hips
straining forward into her touch, she stopped.

Just stopped, leaving him
blinking, breathing ragged in the room.  Oh shit, no, no.  Surely she wouldn’t
be cruel enough to-

“Turn around.”

He spun, didn’t see her, felt her
breath on his thighs and looked down to see her sitting on her heels before him
looking up.

Reaching up, she flicked the
glasses aside and placing her hands behind his legs, slowly rose, her palms
grazing the backs of his thighs until her head was level with his hips.

The whole time she kept her gaze
locked onto his.  There was nothing left of the cool librarian, the role play
she’d used to torment him so delightfully.  Instead, an answering fire
smouldered in her eyes, her breasts rising and falling quicker than previously.

They remained like that for
several seconds, he looking down, she gazing up, watching each other.  He
wondered she didn’t hear his heart pounding, his blood surging so hotly through
his veins.

Slowly she lowered her eyes to his
shaft, one hand trailing over his hip to wrap securely around the throbbing
girth to lower it from where it crested his belly.

Grant’s breath was choppy, his
heart stuttering, all that blood pooling so hotly in his loins as she leaned forward
and…

Oh God, her lips opened, his
shaft’s head vanished between those plump lips, and then her mouth, so hot and
sweet and moist, engulfed him.

His hips bucked once, but knowing
he hadn’t taught her this, that she hadn’t done it before, he held himself
still, feeling the trickle of sweat snake down his spine to pool in the small of
his back before gilding further down between the cleft of his buttocks.

That trickle of sensation didn’t
help matters.

He thought he was almost gone
earlier.  Now - hell, now he couldn’t do anything but groan, arch back as she
started sucking on him, her tongue flattening, rubbing against the sensitive underside
of his shaft, tonguing him.

Her mouth drew back, slid forward,
one hand on the base so she could control the depth.

Smart woman, because he could
barely think of control.  Heat burned through him, blistering, sucked forth
with every pull of her mouth, every lash of her tongue, and when she lifted her
head to lick the tip of his shaft then suck strongly on the opening, he almost
shattered.

Lust shook him, desire pulled at
him, carnal rapacity had him jerking his hips at her, one of his hands coming
down to twine in her hair.

He didn’t know what happened to
the pencil, didn’t care, not when he felt all that silk tumble over his hands.

Grabbing it, fisting it, he held
her head still.

Looking down, breath harsh, he saw
the glitter in her green eyes as she looked up at him with scorching passion. 
Then deliberately, she opened her mouth and moved her head forward.

He let her, his breath hissing out
as that silken, moist mouth engulfed him once more and she sucked.

Sucked his carnal desire to the
fore.

Sucked that raging ardour to the
surface.

Sucked his seed from the base of
his sac, dragged it up in a burning path up his shaft.

Sucked him straight into an orgasm
that had him roaring her name, gripping her hair, hips pumping blindly as he
poured that life force into her.

Sucked him so hard and long that
he jerked helplessly.  He might have had a grip of her hair, been in a position
that would appear dominant, but it was she who controlled him, who brought him
to a screaming climax that had him shattering, mind splintering, body arching backwards.

Sucked him dry and left him
spinning in a vortex of pure, unbridled eroticism.

When he came to, she was sitting
on her heels beside him, one hand on his chest as he slowly blinked his eyes
open.

The floating down from an earth
shattering orgasm was wonderful, dreamy, his body so sated he could almost purr
like a big cat.

When had he gotten to the bed?  Oh
yeah, now he remembered.  He’d had enough strength and sense to grab her,
tumble her back onto the bed with him right before he’d drifted off to enjoy
satiated desire.  He was so comfortable he didn’t think he’d ever move again. 
So comfortable and relaxed and repleted.

Hazily, he looked at her sitting
beside him, patiently waiting.  “Oh Tam.”

Her smile wreathed her face. 
“Hi.”

“Oh Tam.”

Her smile widened.  “Guess I did
that right?”

“Oh Tam.” It was all he could say.

Reaching up with an arm that felt
almost boneless, he fisted his hand in the front of her nightgown and tugged
her down so that she fell across his chest with a squeal.

“Oh Tam.”  Wrapping his arms
around her, he buried his nose in all that thick hair, breathing her in, just
loving the feel of that soft body against him.

Her laugh was a warm puff against
his chest as she settled on top of him to wait him out, not asking anything,
not demanding anything, just so obviously happy to be with him.

Could life get anymore perfect?

Later they sat in the bed sharing
a bowl of ice cream, Slinky sulking at the bottom of the bed because Grant
wouldn’t put anymore ice cream in his bowl, while Gretel continued to dainty
lick her ice cream and flick little ‘so there’ looks at Slinky.  Fergus was
hopefully waiting for more, but Grant put his foot down when Tam tried to do so.