Page 38 of Her Paramedic (Men in Uniforms #3)

He nodded before taking her hand, turning out the living room light, and exiting the house. She locked the front door, and he opened the passenger door for her before getting in and heading towards the restaurant.

“When are your next days off?” Talia asked a few minutes into the drive.

Slate thought about it. “Next Thursday and Sunday. You plan to come see me?”

“Yes. I can come on Saturday after my clients, and we can work on the car you’re fixing up. Well, you can work on it. I’ll look pretty and enjoy watching you get all sweaty.”

He chuckled, reaching over and taking her hand to kiss the back of it. “It’s a date then, baby.”

Talia had watched him work on the car before, and Slate knew she’d enjoyed it immensely if the request she’d made while watching him was any indication.

Slate honestly didn’t care what they did.

He enjoyed spending time with her, and while he’d been away for good reason, he planned on making up for their time apart.

The same way he did when their schedules didn’t align.

S late placed the drink in front of Talia as they sat at a table in the lounge.

He’d chosen one away from the others in a dimly lit corner.

They’d gone to an Asian fusion restaurant where he was sure every man they passed did a double-take at his girlfriend.

Hell, their server seemed lost for words whenever he looked at her, or she said something to him.

Slate had found it amusing and did his best not to laugh at the young man.

They’d had a repeat of it when they’d entered the lounge, but he’d never been one to get upset at other people looking at what was his. It was only natural for them to look. Talia was hands down the most beautiful woman in any room she stepped into. Sue him for being biased.

“We should spend the day in bed tomorrow,” Talia said after tasting her drink.

“I already planned on giving you a reason to,” he countered with a smirk, and she nudged him as she laughed.

“You know what I meant. I missed you, and if you’re leaving tomorrow evening, I don’t want to share you with the rest of the world.”

He leaned over and kissed her. “I missed you, too, baby. And, yeah, we can do that.”

Slate decided then that he would stay the entire day and leave early the following morning to go home, change, and make it to work. He leaned back in his chair and placed his hand on her exposed thigh.

“My parents are visiting for Memorial Day. We’re having a small gathering, and it’s my turn to host. Do you want to come?”

“Do you want me to come?”

“I do,” he told her honestly. “But don’t feel you have to if you aren’t ready.”

“You told me how eager your mom has been,” Talia teased.

“She can be as eager as she wants; if you aren’t ready, she can wait.”

“No, I’ll come. It’ll be fun.” She paused. “Your dad and Killian’s are brothers, right?” Slate nodded. “I take it he and Journee aren’t coming.”

“They aren’t. He can’t fly until his doctor releases him, and we don’t know when that’ll be.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as the music shifted. A few minutes later, when they finished their drinks, Talia pulled him onto the dance floor as a slow melody played. Slate pulled her close, and they swayed to the beat.

After dancing to three songs, Talia returned to their table, which no one had claimed in their absence, and Slate went to the bar to order them two more drinks.

As he waited on them, his eyes shifted to Talia.

The dim light cast a subtle glow as she swayed in her seat to the music.

He’d been right. Long, luscious legs had been playing a game of hide and seek with him all night.

She’d worn the outfit to tease him. She had all but admitted as much before they left the house. Add that to the way she’d wind on his dick as they danced, and he was one step away from misbehaving. When he had their drinks, he returned to their table and took his seat.

Her clutch vibrated on the table, and she took her phone out to check it before putting it back.

She picked up her drink, her free hand falling to his thigh dangerously close to his dick.

Slate was sure she knew what she was doing.

He was sure she believed him when he said he’d misbehave, but didn’t know to what extent.

If she kept tempting him, Slate was going to fuck her right there.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Keep playing with me, and you’re going to start something that I’m damn sure going to finish.”

Talia shifted her hand and ran it over his dick before squeezing him through the fabric. “Promises, promises,” she responded, those usually honey eyes dark.

He wasn’t making empty ones, either. Slate pushed his chair away from the table, back into the corner, and away from the light.

He brought her to sit on his lap before pulling the table closer to them.

He shifted Talia to his left thigh as he undid his pants and pulled his dick free from his boxers.

Talia looked over her shoulder at him, eyes widening.

“Slate, what are you—”

He slipped his hand through the split in her skirt and ran his finger along her pussy, cutting her off. His free hand slowly stroked his dick. The fabric of her panties was already damp. Slate pulled them to the side and circled her clit with his middle finger.

“I’m doing what I told you I would,” he responded. “And you’re already dripping wet. You enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you, baby?” When she didn’t answer, he pinched her clit, and she shifted on his lap.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted.

“Then it’s only fair that you take care of the problem you caused.”

“Baby, there are people around.”

“They can’t see us.”

They could, but they wouldn’t know what they were doing. They weren’t the only couple sitting like that. And the tablecloth would hide their lower half from prying eyes.

“They can definitely see us,” she countered. “We’ll get a fine if we’re caught. We could go to jail.”

“Your brother-in-law is a cop. Now, ride my dick.”

“What if—”

He pinched her clit. “I won’t tell you again.”

Had she honestly been worried about those things, he would have stopped. While he enjoyed pushing her boundaries, he would never do something that made her uncomfortable. But her pussy was now twice as wet as it had been. She was as turned on as he was.

Talia moved the back of her skirt to one side and slid down his dick.

Her soft moan was barely audible, and he gripped her hips, holding her still.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been inside her, and that meant it had been too long.

It was like sliding into paradise. Her warm wetness engulfed him, and he wanted to bask in it for a couple of minutes.

“Don’t move,” he instructed.

Slate grabbed his drink and pulled her back against his chest. He circled her clit with his finger as he took a drink, and she tightened around him. He placed the glass back on the table, and Talia shifted to look at him.

“You plan on torturing me?” she asked.

“Not right now, but I enjoy having you wrapped around my dick.”

“That means you plan to later.”

“I do.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “But you always enjoy it.”

“Can I get the two of you anything?” A voice broke into their bubble. Talia tensed slightly as Slate turned his attention to the server.

“I think we’re good,” he responded, pinching Talia’s clit. “Unless you want something, baby.”

“No,” she started, clearing her throat to cover a moan as Slate made his dick twitch in her.

“We don’t need anything. Thank you.” The young woman gave them a smile before moving on.

“You’re so mean,” Talia whined when they were alone.

She gyrated her hips, grinding on his dick, and he moaned into her shoulder.

“You like me mean.”

She rolled her hips, lifting only minimally each time because they both knew more than that, and they just might draw attention.

Currently, if anyone looked over, it would look like she was dancing on him.

The roll of her hips was slow, teasing, and Slate fingered her clit in time with her actions.

Talia tightened around him each time she ground down, and each time he’d add more pressure to her clit, drawing soft moans from her.

“What if someone’s watching us, baby?” he whispered in her ear. “What if they know my dick is lost in heaven right now? That your pretty little pussy is gripping it?”

“Slate,” she whined. The soft sound filtered around them.

He increased the speed of his finger. “If they were, would you stop? Would you want me to stop?” Another soft whine and he could feel her get even wetter.

“I don’t think you would.” He nipped at her earlobe.

“I think you’d enjoy them seeing how well you take my dick.

How you’re always such a good fucking girl for me. ”

“Please,” Talia moaned.

Slate didn’t need her to elaborate. He felt her pulsing around his dick, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her say it.

“Please, what, Talia? Tell me.”

“Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”

“Then cum for me.”

It didn’t take long before she was cumming, pussy tightening around him as she fell still, legs shaking as he continued to play with her clit through her orgasm. When it subsided, Slate kissed the back of her neck.

“Good girl.” He pinched her clit, pulling a gasp from her. “Now, give me another one.”

“Baby,” Talia whined. Her hand wrapped around his wrist between her legs.

He removed his hand. As fun as it would be to make her overly sensitive right there, he could save that for when they made it back to her house, but she was still going to cum for him again. His dick twitched inside of her.

“Get to work,” he demanded.

“You’re enjoying this,” she teased as she started the slow gyration of her hips again.

“Don’t act like you aren’t.”

They continued on like that, and at some point, Slate began to play with her clit again.

He’d made her cum twice, and sometime later, when several songs had passed, one bleeding into another, and he was pushing her towards her third orgasm, he felt his building.

His hips followed the motion of hers, pushing up as deep as he could without drawing too much attention to them.

He reached forward to grab the napkins on the table, but Talia caught his hand and laced their fingers together.

“Wait, baby,” he tried because he was so damn close to cumming.

She looked over her shoulder at him, pleasure prevalent in those gorgeous eyes. “Cum with me. Cum in me.”

It wasn’t a question. She wasn’t asking him, and when she tightened around him, Slate knew she was intent on getting what she wanted, and who was he to tell her no?

“Let me feel it,” she told him.

His balls tightened at her words, as she moaned her release. His own soon followed, and he bit into her shoulder with a moan. When the final rope of cum left him, Slate kissed her shoulder.

“Can we leave?” she asked.

It was as if she’d read his mind. “Yeah, gorgeous. But I need you to do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Hold it in. Don’t let a single drop out.” Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Yes, baby.”

She tightened around him, pulling a moan from him as he pulled out of her. He tucked himself away, not caring about the mess, since they’d only make it worse when they got home.

Talia grabbed her clutch, and Slate took her hand, leading them out of the lounge. Once they were in the car, headed towards her house, she leaned over, pulled his still semi-hard dick free, and took it between her lips.

“Fuck,” he moaned when he slid down her throat. He placed his hand on the back of her neck as she bobbed on his dick, and he was sure he was about to break some traffic laws in his desire to get to their destination.