Page 13 of Her Paramedic (Men in Uniforms #3)

He was convinced that if paradise were a fruit, if heaven had a signature flavor, it would be Talia.

There was no other way to describe it. It was like his tongue was wrapped in bliss.

He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d enjoyed some appetizing pussy in his day, but damn if this one taste didn’t have him addicted, didn’t feel like his taste buds hadn’t existed until now. Fuck.

He swirled his tongue inside her, attempting to touch each of her walls with it.

The moans she gave him spurred him on. Slate knew he didn’t have all night, but he wanted to take it, to taste to his heart’s content, until he couldn’t differentiate the sweetness of her pussy from anything else.

But he wouldn’t be that selfish. At least tonight.

He’d make her cum a couple of times, bask in what he knew would be the best aphrodisiac before letting her sleep.

His tongue flicked inside her, and she moved with him, her hips rocking in time with his tongue.

Slate watched her, held those honey eyes captive with his as he removed his tongue from her and circled her clit with it.

Her breath hitched, her stomach dipped, and he slid two fingers into her.

She was just as tight around his fingers as she had been around his tongue.

“You’re squeezing my fingers so tight, baby.” He kissed her clit. “Just as tight as you were around my tongue. I can only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around my dick.”

He added another finger, curled his middle finger, brushing against that bundle of nerves, his other fingers brushing against her walls. Slate took her clit into his mouth and sucked. The way she bucked against him let him know he could overstimulate her easily if he wanted to.

He manipulated her pussy with his fingers, worked her clit with his tongue.

Slate knew the exact moment her orgasm built.

Her hips moved faster, wanting him to speed up his ministrations.

Then her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back, and he couldn’t have that.

Slate gripped her chin with his free hand as he bit her clit, drawing a deep gasp from her.

“What did I say?” He circled her clit. “Answer me, Talia .” He bit it again.

“Fuck!” she gasped. “To keep my eyes on you.”

“Mm.” He kissed her clit. “And did you do as I said, baby?” His fingers still moved in her, and he knew her orgasm was close.

“Slate I—”

“Did you?” he cut her off.

“No. But…” she trailed off.

He flicked his tongue against her clit. “Eyes on me, or you don’t get to cum.” He kissed her clit. “And that would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Now, tell me you understand.”

“I do. Baby, please.”

He took her clit back between his lips as he continued to work his fingers. It took half a minute for her climax to wash over her.

“Slate!” Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them on him as he moved down to replace his fingers with his tongue, tasting her release.

He’d been right. It was pure succulence, and he licked up every drop as her thighs quivered on his shoulders, and small gasps left her. Slate sat up, her legs falling to the bed, and slowly licked his fingers while she watched.

“The best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he stated as he leaned over her. He kissed her, slipped his tongue into her mouth to give her a taste.

When he pulled back, she caught his bottom lip with her teeth.

He was doing his damnedest to stay in control, and she didn’t even know how much she was tempting him, didn’t realize she was playing with a fire that could start raging at any minute and engulf her.

A gasp pushed past Talia’s lips, causing her to release his, and he assumed she saw exactly what he was thinking in his eyes.

Slate smirked at her, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Give me two more, and I’ll let you sleep.” He moved back down and placed her left leg over his shoulder. “Remember, eyes on me, gorgeous.”

“Yes, baby,” she breathed softly, and he slipped his tongue inside her, already craving another taste of her release.

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“ ...lia. Hello. Earth to Talia. Are you with us?”

Talia focused on Maya as she and another stylist, Whitney, looked at her with raised brows.

“I’m sorry, what?” Talia asked because she had missed what they had initially asked her.

“You’ve been distracted all day when you aren’t with a client. We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

She smiled at them. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Talia was better than okay. She’d probably gotten some of the best sleep she’d had in a while last night, but she couldn’t deny that she was zoning out frequently, and the reason for her peaceful night of sleep was why she was zoning out.

Her mind kept repeating the previous night’s events when she wasn’t with a client.

The way Slate’s tongue felt on her clit, in her pussy.

How he used it to bring her release multiple times.

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d gotten head that phenomenal.

Sure, she’d gotten some good head before, but she’d never be able to compare them to him. There was no competition.

And he’d taken his time as if he were tasting her, as if she were part of a wine sampling that he couldn’t get enough of. His entire focus had been on her pleasure, and she’d been damn near overwhelmed by the attention.

Her thoughts would shift to that predatory look that had taken over when she’d bitten his lip.

Something about it made heat coil in her stomach, and the best apprehension settled in her body.

It was as if she was pushing him, and he was doing everything he could to hold back—to only give her what he’d set out to.

Talia felt like she’d probed the locked cage of a wild animal, and if she had continued, she would have set it free.

Then there was the way he commanded her, told her what he wanted, what he expected, and left no room for argument after getting her permission to touch, to taste.

How he’d made her submit by his refusal to let her cum if she didn’t obey, because that was precisely what it had been.

His asking for submission, and her handing it over without a second fucking thought.

All of that, and Talia knew it was only surface level, had discovered as much when she rattled the cage and could only imagine what she was in for when she opened it.

She always prided herself on giving as good as she got.

Most of her relationships were filled with and built on carnal passion, but she got the sense that he’d test her limits, and it was more than intriguing.

What she felt last night from his tongue, she could say with certainty, was more satisfying than sex with most of her past partners.

She’d been thoroughly satisfied. So much so that she hadn’t remembered putting her shorts back on or falling asleep.

The former of which she was sure Slate had done for her after cleaning her up.

It had briefly made her wonder in her musings if she was going down the same path of fun in the sheets and nothing more, but he’d agreed to go at her pace, and he hadn’t assumed she’d be willing to give him more than he’d asked for, more than she was ready to.

He’d asked for express permission, and she knew that had she told him no, he wouldn’t have pushed.

Talia knew if she felt like it was all sex and desire, she could talk to him about it.

In the meantime, she needed to limit how much she zoned out the rest of the day.

A feat she knew was going to be impossible when the front door opened, and Slate walked in holding a flower arrangement.

They noticed each other simultaneously, and damn, did he look good.

Monique, her receptionist, said something to him, and he pointed in her direction before approaching.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

“Hi,” she responded, as he handed her the beautiful arrangement in a crystal vase.

It comprised pink roses, two types of lilies, and other flowers she wasn’t sure about.

“These are beautiful, babe. Thank you.” She kissed him before putting the vase on her station. “I thought you were going to see Axel.”

“I am, but I wanted to bring you those and ask you something.”

“What is it?”

“Will you let me take you out tonight?” he asked with a smile.

The same smile he’d given her that morning before he left the bedroom to make breakfast for her as she’d gotten ready for work—a smile Talia was sure should not have had butterflies fluttering in her stomach from how cute it was—how cute the entire situation was.

He’d asked her even though he was there to spend time with her, and the chances of her saying no or protesting if he’d told her instead of asking were zero.

“Yes, I’ll let you take me out tonight.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He kissed her before his lips went to her ear, and he whispered, “I’m even luckier because I swear I can still taste you on my tongue.

” Talia let out a soft gasp as he pulled away.

Why did he have to say that? Now, she’d never be able to focus.

“I’ll see you at your house,” he said when he pulled away.

The smile he gave her this time was far from cute.

It was telling. He knew exactly what he’d done.

Talia licked her lips. “Okay. You remembered to grab the spare key before you left, right?”

“I did,” he responded before heading for the door, waving at the other women in the salon who were blatantly staring as he left.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Barbara, one of Maya’s regulars, asked as she examined herself in the mirror.

Talia only hesitated briefly. Even though he’d told her he was hers, they hadn’t put a definitive title on it. But hell, what else could he be? So, Talia smiled at her and responded, “He is.”

“If that man was with you last night, I see why you keep zoning out,” Whitney stated.

“Right,” Maya agreed. “Because he’s fine and sweet.” She gestured to the bouquet.

“Where can I find one?” Monique asked, walking up. “Do they sell them on Amazon, or did you get him on a build-a-man site?”

Talia laughed with the other salon ladies before shaking her head at Monique. “Neither. He was just put on my radar.”

“Does he have a brother? A cousin?” Nesha, a braider, asked.

“The second one,” Talia nodded, preparing to burst their bubble. “But he’s dating one of my little sisters.” She smirked.

Talia tuned them out as a few playfully voiced their dismay and turned her attention to her flowers. For the first time, she noticed a card in them. She removed it, flipping it open.

Thank you for the delicious bedtime snack - Slate.

Talia quickly closed it to keep it away from prying eyes as she felt her cheeks warm. She was going to get him.