Society Girls: Matisse (23 page)
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Authors: Crystal Perkins
“Ainsley already did it for me.”
“She’s a good friend,” I say, stopping in
front of her.
“She is.”
Matisse gets to her knees on the desk, and
pushes my jacket off. I stand there and let her take every piece of
clothing off me, only moving to take off my shoes and socks for
her. She smiles at me as she removes the bandage covering my
tattoo.
Once I’m completely bare, I reach for the
top button of the lab coat. She leans back on her hands as I move
lower, and lower. I spread the sides apart and mutter a curse at
the new tattoo on her chest. A stethoscope winds around from one
breast to the other, cupping her like my hands love to do.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Zane did it for me yesterday.”
If it was any other guy, I’d be a little
upset, even though it’s for me. Zane is fully committed to Quinn,
and completely professional, so I know it was just another job to
him. I think of something, though. I want to touch her so bad, but
I know I can’t, and I also know she should still have the tattoo
covered up. She’s showing It for me, and damn, if I don’t
appreciate the fuck out of that.
“I love it.”
“Good. Now tie me up, please.”
“Your wish is my command,” I tell her,
reaching behind her to open the top drawer and grab what she
wants.
“Oh no, Doc. This is the point where you
start issuing the orders.”
Thank God she’s real, because Matisse
Kingston is better than anything I could dream up. “Get off the
desk and turn around,” I tell her.
She hops off and gives me her back. I pull
her arms behind her, and wrap her wrist up, tying them tight enough
to stay, but not to hurt her. I tug on them, and then turn her
around. Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I drop it to the floor,
and push her down until she’s kneeling on it.
“Suck me deep.”
She wraps her lips around my cock and sucks
me in until I hit the back of her throat.
“Good girl.”
It’s so damn hot watching her pump me in and
out of her red lips, and I’m coming hard within minutes. Once I can
see again, I pull her to her feet and turn her around again.
“Yes.”
“No,” I say, untying her.
“What are you doing?” she asks turning to
look at me.
“I can only let you have part of your
fantasy right now, Tees.”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I
loved
it. You can surprise me in here
anytime you want. Just putting that out there,” I tell her as I
turn her over and grab some tissues to clean us both up
with.
“I seem to remember you being upset last
time I surprised you in here.”
“I was a young fool.”
“It was just over two weeks ago.”
“I’ve broadened my horizons, and unleashed
my real self in that time.”
“So why are we stopping?”
“I want to take you home and make love to
you on that sexy bed of yours. I love hard and rough as much as you
do, but that’s not what I want tonight.”
“I loved it when you were sweet and slow
that one time.”
“That’s what I need tonight. I need to
cherish you.”
“Every time I’m with you, I feel cherished,
but let’s go home so you can love me softly.”
We ride my bike home, and I carry her
through the door of her apartment and into her bedroom. When I
place her on her feet, she starts undressing. There’s one more
thing I’d like. So I stop her.
“Can you put on your black corset?”
“Which one?”
“You have more than one?”
“I do.”
“Oh. There was one on the floor when I
carried you in here after the party.”
“Ah, gotcha. I’ll be back.”
She disappears into her closet while I get
undressed again. I pull down her comforter and get comfortable as I
wait for her. She doesn’t disappoint, walking out in the corset I
saw with stockings attached to the garters, but nothing else
on.
“Fuck.”
“How do you want me?”
“Looking like that? You need to ride
me.”
“I can do that.”
She climbs over me, and slides slowly down
my length. I grip her hips and start us on a slow rhythm. Her head
falls back as I move my hands in so my thumbs can both play with
her clit.
“Push the cups down and let me see you play
with your nipples.”
She does it, circling and pinching as I
alternate my slow thrusts with grinding her down on me. “Oh God,
you feel so good inside of me.”
“Just good?” I ask lifting my hips so my
thrusts take me deeper.
“Amazing. Earth-shattering. Fuuckk!” she
yells as I feel her clamp down around me.
I step up the pace a little and pull her
down so I can take her nipples in my mouth now. The both get some
attention as she moves faster on me, bringing us both over once
again. It’s just as perfect as it always is, and I hold her tight
to me as she kisses my chest.
“I hate to say this, but I have to sleep for
a couple of hours before going in to work tonight.”
“I’ll miss you, but I’ll be okay,” she tells
me.
“You can stay at my place if you want. I’ll
come cuddle with you when I get home.”
“I’d like that.”
“Me too.”
“Do you want to go out tomorrow or stay
in?”
“I’d love to do either one, but I
can’t.”
“Oh. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“Yes, you should’ve. You always have first
dibs on my nights off. Tomorrow is not one of them,
unfortunately.”
“You’re usually not on-call two nights in a
row.”
“I won’t be at the hospital. I have to watch
the babies tomorrow tonight.”
“I thought it was Stella’s turn.”
“It was until Nate suggested I take all
shifts for the next month as my punishment for lying.”
“Seriously?” she asks as she bursts out
laughing.
“Yes. Wanna help?”
“No way. I love you, Doc, but watching two
babies is more than I’m prepared for.”
“We could split the work if there’s two of
us, and I could use my tongue on you when they’re sleeping.”
“You know, I’ve changed my mind. I think
babysitting could become my favorite thing.”
“I knew you’d see it my way, and I love you,
too.”
I kiss her hard before closing my eyes. The
sun it setting through her windows; and although we’re in bed, I
feel like we’re riding off into it. With Matisse, the possibilities
for a “Happily Ever After” are endless.
Waverly
As punishments go, mine could’ve been a lot
worse. It also could’ve been better, but guarding an egotistical
swimmer from some crazed fans shouldn’t be too much of a problem.
I’ll do my job, and stay in the background, where I’m honestly more
comfortable. Or at least that’s the plan until I walk into Reina’s
office.
“Hello, Waverly.”
“Hi,” I say, smiling at her and the man
seated at her small conference table with her.
The swimmer is standing at the window,
texting, tweeting, or doing whatever it is he does when he’s not in
the pool. I know who he is because you can’t live in this country,
and not know. Knox Edwards, “The Boy Wonder in the Water.” His
skill in the water is legendary—as are his charm, and smile, out of
it.
“She’s the one? Seriously?” Knox asks,
finally noticing I’m in the room.
“Yes, seriously,” Reina says, rolling her
eyes. I love that she doesn’t hide her contempt from people when
they deserve it.
“How is she going to protect me if she can’t
keep up?”
“I probably can’t outswim you, but outside
the pool, I can assure you I’ll keep up,” I tell him.
“I walk fast, and I run every morning.”
“Good for you.”
“You’ll have to be there with me, and let’s
face it, you’re not exactly in peak physical condition.”
I force myself not to punch
him as I answer. “I may not be stick thin, Knox, but I can assure
you I actually
am
in ‘peak physical condition.’”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Well, let’s go downstairs to the gym and
see who stops their treadmill first.”
“You’re kidding right?” he asks, and then
looks to Reina. “She’s kidding, right?”
“No, she’s serious. And frankly, I can’t
wait to see her kick your ass.”
“I can’t run in jeans.”
“We keep extra workout clothes and shoes in
all sizes for our employees to have. Now, if you’re done with your
excuses, let’s go on down.”
“After you,” he says with a sneer.
He won’t win, because I won’t let him. I’ve
been in this country for ten years and I’ve heard it all before.
Men—and women—think that because I’m bigger than a size four, I’m
out of shape. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I love to
eat, but I also love to work out. I couldn’t do my job as a
physical therapist if I was out of shape. One day, people may look
past my dress size, but for now, I enjoy proving them wrong.
In the locker room, I change into a sports
bra, loose tank, workout plants, and tennis shoes. I pull my curly
red hair into a ponytail, and crack my neck from side to side as I
mentally prepare to literally run my ass off.
When I walk into the gym, a
crowd has gathered. The other recruits, the mentors, and some of
the guys, including my best friend, Kendrick, are standing by the
treadmills. Knox walks out in basketball shorts and tennis shoes. I
admire his abs, because they’re on display, and they
are
very nice. Not nice
enough for me to let him win, but I can’t deny he looks
good.
He looks me up and down, and if he wasn’t
being such an ass, I’d think he was liking what he sees. He
shatters that notion when he opens his mouth. “Ready to lose.”
“No. I’m ready to win.”
We get on the treadmills and go, warming up
with a slow speed, and no incline to start. As we get into it, the
speed is faster, and the incline gets steeper. I’m totally in the
zone, drinking water to stay hydrated as my endorphins kick in, and
I keep the pace.
Two hours later, Knox presses his stop
button and jumps so that he’s off the belt when the machine stops.
He’s breathing hard as I keep going for a few more minutes. I also
slow down gradually, cooling off like he should have.
“How…how did you do that? You’re not even
breathing hard.”
“In Africa, we run,” I say, bringing my
accent out in full force. “Haven’t you ever seen marathon
results?”
“You tricked me.”
“No. I just proved that my clothes may have
two numbers on them, but I’m still in better shape than 99% of the
planet.”
I walk out with a smirk on my face, and my
head held high. Let the games begin.
I’ll switch it up this time. Thanks to Gabi,
and Dominique for making me want to write about strong and
resilient women who will inspire you (even if you’ll never read my
books).
To Marcus, for offering to
be on my book cover, and for just being the awesome you that you
are. I can never think of you as Kendrick, because of
those
scenes, but I hope
you’ll be happy with the man you transformed into for the cover of
this book!
To Helen, you got Marcus on a book cover
(without a shirt on, no less), and as always, you outdid
yourself!
To Jesse, you never fail to impress me with
everything you do!
Ally, you worked hard to get this one back
to me in time for my deadline, so thanks for that extra work!
To the Friends of the Society group, you are
the best and I love that I have you to bounce ideas and pictures
off of!
Thanks to all of the readers who keep
reading my books, and sending me wonderful emails and Facebook
messages! You’ll never know how much that means to me!
Find me on Goodreads to check out what books
I’ve been reading lately! I feel like I’ll always miss someone, but
I’ll try to put together another list for you next month!
Crystal Perkins has always been a big
reader, but she never thought she would write her own book, until
she sat down and did it one day. She lives in Las Vegas, where you
can find her running author events and selling books at conventions
when she isn’t reading, buying too many Sherlock t-shirts online or
finding a place to put all of her Pop! figurines. A mac and cheese
connoisseur, she travels the country looking for the perfect
version, while attending book conventions and signings as a cover
for her research. The Griffin Brothers series, Corrigan & Co.,
and the Society Girls series are international best sellers, and
she’s thankful to the readers who made that happen!
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