Another skewer of delight. “Uh-uh.”
“I don’t need them open to take you until you weep with pleasure,” he threatened, almost weeping himself again with the sharpness of the sensations she’d buried him under.
“Which you routinely do.” Another sting. He roared. She purred, “Okay, just because you threatened so nicely. Open ’em.”
He did. And couldn’t credit their evidence for moments.
Then he rasped between gasps as she continued her meticulous sensual torture, “This is-hands down-the most innovative use of a micro-grasping forceps I’ve ever seen.”
She was tugging at his hairs using the most delicate forceps used in micro-neurosurgery. And sending him stark raving mad.
“It’s also the most hands-on method I could think of to say thanks.” Her eyes glittered up at him, flooding him with love.
“Not that I’m not deliriously thankful for whatever made you invent this new…procedure, but thanks for what,
“Thanks for all the patience and perseverance you put into getting my hand back to this level of fine coordination.”
He dropped his gaze to her hand. It was true. There was no sign of clumsiness, weakness or pain as her precious hand performed her pioneering form of carnal torment.
He groaned, glided her over his aching body, grasped her hand gently and took it to his lips, thanked the fates for her, for letting him be the instrument of her happiness and well-being. “Thank
Cybele cupped his face as he continued his homage, wondering how one being could contain all the love she felt for him.
She caressed his hewn cheek, traced the planes of his chiseled lips. “If you’re satisfied with my precision, can I apprentice at your hands in neurosurgery?”
He enfolded her and she felt as if his heart gave her the answer. To everything. “Just wish for it and it’s done,
She took his lips with a whimper, then she whispered into his mouth, “I already have the whole world. You, our baby and our love.”
OLIVIA GATES
has always pursued creative passions-singing and many handicrafts. She still does, but only one of her passions grew gratifying enough, consuming enough, to become an ongoing career. Writing.
She is most fulfilled when she is creating worlds and conflicts for her characters, then exploring and untangling them bit by bit, sharing her protagonists’ every heart-wrenching heartache and hope, their every heart-pounding doubt and trial, until she leads them to an indisputably earned and gloriously satisfying happy ending.
When she’s not writing, she is a doctor, a wife to her own alpha male and a mother to one brilliant girl and one demanding Angora cat. Visit Olivia at www.oliviagates.com.
