Page 12 of Her Paramedic (Men in Uniforms #3)

S late pulled up to Talia’s house on Thursday evening after six.

He’d spent his day running errands and ensuring his uniforms were washed for his upcoming shifts.

He grabbed the bouquet he stopped for from the passenger seat and his bag from the back before approaching the door and knocking.

It opened a few seconds later, and he had to stop himself from groaning as he took her in.

She wore a pair of mustard-colored high-waist slacks with a burgundy cropped sweater.

Her hair was pulled on top of her head. The natural coils spilling over their confinement.

Slate wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t slept with anyone in a while or because she was that beautiful, but his dick twitched in interest. He realized quickly it was the latter because this was the first time in his adult life that looking at a woman had his dick wanting to harden.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted as she stepped aside and let him in.

“Hi. Did you find it okay?”

Slate kissed her before passing the flowers to her. “I did.”

“Thank you. They’re beautiful,” she responded, bringing them to her nose. She reached for his bag, and he moved it away.

“Absolutely not.”

“I’m trying to be a good hostess,” she countered. When he raised a brow at her, she conceded, dropping her hand. “Come on. I’ll show you where you can put it.”

Slate followed her, his eyes dipping down to the sway of her hips, before the delicious aroma filtering from the kitchen as they passed caught his attention. The blended smell of spices was mouthwatering. She led him into her bedroom after pointing out a bathroom and a guest room.

“You can put your bag anywhere.”

If he’d imagined what her bedroom looked like prior, he wouldn’t have been far off. He placed the bag by the dresser.

“Make yourself at home. I’m going to finish dinner.”

“You want some help?” Slate asked.

“Help, no. Eye candy, yes,” she smirked.

He chuckled. “I’m sure I can manage that for you.”

They entered the kitchen, and he sat on a bar stool while she added water to a vase and put the flowers in.

She washed her hands before going to the stove, and while she’d told him he was to play eye candy, she had him beat in that regard as his eyes roamed over her.

He knew, by the way she shifted; she could feel his gaze.

“Are you staring at my ass?” she teasingly asked, a playful lilt in her tone.

“Yes,” he replied. He hadn’t been, at least not when she asked, but he wanted to know how she would respond.

She laughed as she looked over her shoulder at him. “No shame in being caught, huh?”

“Shame implies neither of us liked it, and that I won’t do it again.” He deliberately dropped his gaze to the swell of her ass and licked his lips before locking eyes with her again. “Both of which are untrue.”

“You don’t know if I like it.” She was still teasing him.

“Tell me you don’t,” he challenged.

“I don’t make it a habit to lie,” Talia responded before returning her attention to the stove.

Slate smirked to himself. “What are you cooking, baby?”

“Brown stew chicken. It’s one of my favorite comfort meals in winter. It was also my go-to birthday meal for years during the season.”

Slate could see that. Comfort foods were good at any time, but perfect in the winter. Wait.

“When’s your birthday?”

He’d asked her this before, the last time he’d taken her out, and she’d responded after the next holiday. Before she could elaborate, their server interrupted them, and the subject was changed once they were alone again.

“February twentieth,” she responded.

He’d assumed she meant Memorial Day with what she said because while Valentine’s Day was a holiday, he never usually considered it one unless he was in a relationship, which, in hindsight, meant he should have. Slate would have felt awful if he’d missed her birthday.

“Have you made plans?” he asked as she moved to the rice cooker.

“For the actual day, no. I’m waiting to see what Kaydence wants to do. Our birthdays are two weeks apart, so we usually pick a weekend that works best for both of us and do something with the other ladies.” She paused. “But I don’t have to do that this year.”

He took that to mean she would celebrate it with him if he wanted to, and he did, but he had no intentions of making her change her usual plans. He was fine with a time that didn’t infringe on the typical festivities.

“Sure, baby, but you can do both.”

She shrugged. “I don’t mind switching it up. I’m sure Kaydence will celebrate with Axel, and if we really wanted to, her, Journee, and I could celebrate together, since their birthdays are a little over two weeks apart.”

“There are three birthdays in the group between February and March?”

She turned to look at him. “Four, technically. The twins’ birthdays are January thirty-first and February first, then mine on the twentieth, Kaydence on March third, and Journee on March twenty-first.”

“Wow,” he chuckled.

She smiled at him. “I know. I’m about to petition for the five of us to celebrate together because we go out every couple of weeks during that time. Then, we have downtime until the other three birthdays in August and September. When is yours?”

“July twentieth.”

“I take it the eight of you are spread out pretty good?”

“Aside from Killian and Axel, yeah. At least as much as you can get when there are eight people, but nothing near what you all have going on.”

They continued conversing while she finished cooking, and it tasted as good as it had smelled.

“This is delicious, gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” she responded, before a sly smile spread across her lips. “And if that’s the noise you make for good food, I can only imagine what noises you make in other situations,” she finished, quoting him from a few weeks ago.

Slate chuckled. “I can show you.”

“I might let you,” she countered.

S late stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of boxers after his shower. After dinner, they’d watched two movies and were turning in since Talia had to work the following day. He knew his body was on night shift time, and it would take him a minute to fall asleep, but he didn’t mind.

Talia was sitting on the bed, dressed in shorts and a cami.

The shorts were tiny, riding up her thighs, and he knew if she stood and bent over, the bottom of her ass cheeks would be on display.

Her top was short, exposing her midriff, and Slate couldn’t help but think she chose it on purpose.

She turned, caught him staring, and smiled at him, that spark of mischief present in her eyes.

Yeah, she chose that shit on purpose; he thought. But he was not complaining.

“Will you turn the light off for me?” she asked, and he did, leaving the lamps beside the bed to cast a soft glow.

“Will you do something for me?” he asked, approaching the bed.

“What’s that?” Talia questioned.

He moved up from the end of the bed and hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her down. Talia gasped, and he ran his tongue along her lips. “Test these leg rests.”

Slate skimmed his lips along her jawline before kissing down her neck. He nipped at the swell of her breast, and she released a moan. He didn’t let the top deter him from tender bites, taking them through the soft fabric.

Soft kisses were placed along the exposed skin of her midriff, his tongue following behind them as he tasted her skin.

He wanted nothing more than to take his time, to feel her wrapped around his tongue and dick, but he’d settle for the former tonight.

Slate wasn’t a hurried lover, preferring to take his time, and if he did that tonight, she’d have angry clients in the morning because he could almost guarantee she wouldn’t make it on time.

He grabbed the waistband of her shorts with his teeth, pulled it back, and then released it, allowing it to snap softly against her skin. He moved lower, inhaling her scent, and he had to hold back a groan. She smelled like nectar and the sweetest of pomegranates.

“ Talia ,” he stated, gripping the sides of her shorts, and he didn’t miss the way a shiver rolled through her body.

She enjoyed it when he said her name that way, put an inflection on it that spoke of all the filthy things he wanted to do to her.

He had suspected she liked it. Now he knew for sure. “Give me an answer.”

He hadn’t explicitly asked her a question, but he wouldn’t continue if she didn’t give him an answer and grant him consent. She nodded at him, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“I need words, baby. Will you test out these leg rests? Will you let me slip my tongue into your pussy?”

She gasped, hips jerking slightly like a string attached them to his words and was pulled.

“Yes…please.”

Such a soft plea sparked a primal instinct to claim her. One he tempered down, held at bay. She’d given him permission, and he wasted no time ridding her of her shorts. He hooked his arms back under her knees and took in the sight. She was wet for him, pretty lips glistening.

“Such a gorgeous little pussy,” he stated. “I bet she tastes as good as she looks,” he added, locking eyes with her. He lowered his head, holding her gaze, and planted the softest kiss on her pussy. “I want you to watch. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

He placed her legs on his shoulders and gave her pussy a slow swipe of his tongue.

Her moan filtered into the room. Slate flattened his tongue and gave her another languid lick, firming his tongue only to flick it against her clit.

He pulled more moans from her as he continued the slow swipes of his tongue before slipping it inside of her, and he released one of his own.