Free Maybe This Time (The Educators Book 3) by Kathryn Shay

you,” she complained. She was lying on his bed like a naked Goya concubine and it made her feel weird. Nobody had ever taken his time with her like this.
    “How about if I give you a little strip tease?”
    “Cool.” More than cool. A little kinky. Who would have thought her conservative lawyer could color out of the lines?
    Shedding his suit coat, he tossed it to a chair. His fingers went to each button of his shirt and he undid them at a snail’s pace, until he flung that off, too. His belt slid out with a snap, then his hands went to his zipper. “Ready?” he asked.
    “I am so ready.” To accompany her words, she slipped her hand between her legs. “Come see.”
    “Christ almighty!” His trousers, shoes and socks disappeared in a flurry and she giggled as he dove into bed next her.
    Still, he took his time. He brushed his fingers down her arm, her hip, the outside of her thigh, raising goose flesh. His knuckles grazed her belly, went lower to the triangle between her legs, making her shiver.
    “Gage, you’re missing the point, so to speak.”
    His mouth against hers, he whispered, “If you insist.” Gently, but with intention, he ground his hand against her, making her startle. He parted her and found her wet. “Ah, nectar of the gods.”
    “Forget about the damn gods. Come inside me. I’m about to—Oh….” She started to come when his fingers slid into her; soon she convulsed around him and orgasmed in a blinding flash of light. Pleasure shot everywhere in her body and she lost herself in it.
    When she returned to consciousness, he had his elbow crooked, his head in his hand, watching her. “That was absolutely beautiful.”
    “For me.” She reached over to his groin, found him hard as granite. “Let’s see something just as beautiful for you.”
    “You don’t have to ask twice. The thong about did me in.” He drew her close, scissored their legs and slid into her.
    “And don’t try to make it good for me this time…oh, wow, oh, God.” He thrust again and she felt every nerve ending, that exploded just moments ago, ignite.
    “You were saying?” he whispered in her ear.
    “Forget it.” She closed her eyes. “You feel so good inside me again, Gage.”
    He said, “Ah, love,” and began to move.
    Neither of them lasted long. They came together in another flash of light and sensation.
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    “This gives new meaning to the term breakfast in bed .” Delaney, sprawled out on a sea of pillows, currently had raspberries on her nipples while Gage was eating them off then replacing them. “Hmm, fruit never tasted so good.”
    They’d awakened to the alarm they’d set but both of them had done the unthinkable and called in sick to work. “Let’s maximize the days, honey,” he’d said earlier, handing her the phone.
    He could tell she was reluctant and he couldn’t remember that last time he played hooky, but they phoned in nonetheless. While she was dictating lesson plans to Brie Corelli, he’d found fruit in her kitchen, then ran out for pastries. When she finished, he served her. Or vice versa, from his perspective.
    A bit later he picked up the orange juice. “This’ll be sticky.”
    “Who cares? I can’t wait to see where you…oh, my God, Gage. Really?”
    He licked the juice off her and the experience jump started him as well, especially when she came.
    Lying on her back she began to laugh. “I can’t believe this is me, doing these things.”
    “Why?” He nuzzled his face in her stomach. The silkiness of her skin and the scent of citrus filled his head.
    “Because I’m never this, I don’t know, uninhibited in bed. I tend to protect myself.”
    “I like hearing that.”
    Putting aside the food, he slipped into her again.
    Afterwards, they sat up and finished their breakfast. Delaney took a quick look at him and saw his hair disheveled, his beard framing his jaw—she felt it earlier abrade her skin—and satisfaction smoldering in his eyes. It made her feel