Full Package

My God. This woman. This amazing woman.

She picks up the pace, and her mouth is a blur. My vision is, too, and my whole body sizzles. It crackles. It pops. It’s ready to snap. I’m losing control, and an orgasm gathers force in my body as her mouth races over my dick. When she wraps her hand around my shaft, squeezing the base, I fire.

Unspeakable pleasure barrels through me from a climax so powerful it rocks me to my bones.

I grunt and grip her head, my hands curling tighter as I come in her mouth, and my whole world turns electric with ecstasy.

At some point the orgasm recedes, but I’m still floating because that was the kind of orgasm you could measure on the Richter scale. It’s the kind that makes the news. That causes epic aftershocks. I tremble as another wave ripples through me.

With a loud, wet pop, she lets go of my dick, wipes her hand over her mouth, and crawls up my body. “You tasted better than you did in the shower.”

I kiss her, and she seems surprised at first, like who would kiss a girl who just went down on him? This guy. She kisses me back harder, and when we separate, I say, “I want to do that to you.”

“I want that, too.”

I cup her cheek. “I want to sleep with you, Josie. I want to be inside you. God, I want you so much there aren’t enough Swedish Fish to explain it.”

“I want you, too,” she says, then dusts a light kiss on my lips. “But I’m not ready tonight.”

And I don’t know what that means, except the obvious—this isn’t a one-time thing.





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She’s up and gone before I even wake up.

It’s probably for the best.

Not that I don’t want to see her.

More like all I want is to see her, but I don’t know what we’re supposed to say or do, or how we’re supposed to act after last night.

Do I just bump into her on the way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and say “hey,” all nonchalant? Or do we wake up and pepper each other’s cheeks with morning smooches?

I drag my ass out of bed, grateful I don’t have to make those decisions this morning. After I shower, dress, and grab my phone, I head for the door.

I stop.

And stare.

And grin.

On the doorknob hangs a black lace thong, like she promised she’d leave if she expected to be getting it on. But that was when we’d first laid out our roommate rules. When we didn’t expect to be getting it on with each other. Truth be told, though, I can recall a dose of jealousy coursing through me during that conversation at the mere prospect of her with someone else.

Hell, maybe this thing between us started before I was even aware of it.

I grab the scrap of lacy fabric, twirl it on my finger, and then bring it to my nose. It smells fresh and clean, like her laundry detergent. I toy with the idea of stuffing it into my pocket, but I’m not a panty-stuffer—or even a habitual panty-sniffer, for that matter.

Instead, I leave it on the coffee table, and I look for a sheet of paper to write her a note when I spot something else from her.

A small, see-through plastic bag from her bakery with a sunshine yellow ribbon wrapped around it. Inside are red candies. A little bakery card dangles from the ribbon. I flick it open and read.



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Are things supposed to be awkward now between us? Or weird? Or tense? I hope not. But just in case . . . here’s some Swedish Fish, and the hope for more.



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My heart thumps harder than it should from a gift of candy. But it’s not just candy. It’s the perfect morning-after acknowledgement. It’s everything I wanted to say last night, but couldn’t. It’s her knowing how to fucking handle this.

And it’s one more thing that makes me want her in every way.

I ride my bike to the hospital, whipping through the early-morning traffic like nothing can get me down. And nothing can. Because something is happening. Something wild, and crazy, and undoubtedly incredibly foolish.

But right now, it feels so fucking good, like sailing, like flying, like soaring.



Chase: Can’t. Stop. Thinking. About. You.



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Josie: Ditto. Ditto. Ditto.



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Chase: Love the panties.



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Josie: Thought you might.



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Chase: Love the fish. I ate them all when I walked into work. Totally got jacked up on a sugar high before I had to put stitches in a chin. Some dude fell off his skateboard.



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Josie: Ouch. But maybe you’ve uncovered some new natural high for a physician!



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Chase: Ha, maybe I have. Also, most of all, love the note. A lot. I’m curious, though. Did you just happen to have candy on hand?



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Josie: Perhaps I did. Perhaps I had them on hand just for this occasion.



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Chase: More later. Forceps calling my name. But that is awesome.



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Josie: Good luck, Doctor McHottie. When you’re done with whatever emergency has your name on it, here’s this treat for you.



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