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I mean sure, it’s not because I’m deep-throating his cock while he holds my hair in his fist, but I’ll take it.

Ledger grabs a pillow off the bed and helps position it under my hips when I lie back on the mattress. He calmly climbs onto the bed resting on his knees between my legs.

“Comfortable?” he asks, his hand wrapped around my ankle.

He’s a doctor.

Pretend he’s a doctor, Marlee.

He’s just your run of the mill super-hot, hockey playing doctor.

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” He reaches over and grabs his cup of semen along with the syringe and the folded instructions.

Unfolding the paper, he lays it on the bed next to him and quickly reads through what to do.

I watch as he removes the lid from the cup and dips the syringe inside, pulling his semen into the tube.

When he turns back to me, he rests his hand on my knee and brings his eyes to mine.

He gently pushes the hem of my dress up my thigh and oh, my God, his touch on my skin is searing.

My heartrate quickens and a spark of warmth floods my core.

And now I wish we were doing this the old-fashioned way because even though I didn’t want any of this to be sexual, Ledger Dayne just touched my thigh and my body is reeling.

“You ready?”

I nod. “Is this where I should lift my legs?”

Without answering, Ledger raises my left leg and rests it on his broad bare shoulder. He does the same with my right leg and then says, “Use me. I’ll be your leg rest.”

Ledger’s legs as my stirrups?

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

His broad body settles between my legs, the muscles in his upper arms and chest moving fluidly as he holds the weight of my legs and prepares to inseminate me.

He moistens his lips with a quick slide of his tongue and I’m not going to lie, the mere thought of him moistening his lips for another reason floats through my mind.

How could it not?

It’s been a hot minute since a man has situated himself between my legs.

Stop it Marlee.

This isn’t sexual.

No sex going on here.

This is how you wanted it.

“Alright, I’m going touch you now, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I spit out quickly, appreciating a man who asks permission.

There’s no trailing of his fingers up my leg or down my abdomen. There’s no type of foreplay going on here. I watch Ledger’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and then I feel his warm fingers separate my folds.

I feel the incredible urge to squeeze my eyes closed because I know he can see how wet I am. How could I not be? He’s a ridiculously attractive man and my legs are spread open in front of him. He swallows again and licks his lips and oh, my God!

He. Licked. His. Lips!

“Alright, here comes a little bit of lube,” he explains just before he rubs his finger through my center.

I gasp ever so slightly at the warmth and softness of his touch and definitely notice when his cheeks redden.

His eyes flit to mine. “You okay? Am I hurting you?”

Hell no.

“I’m good,” I reassure him as I bite the corner of my lip trying to keep my body under control.

God his fingers feel good.

Please keep touching me.

In fact, let’s forget about this baby thing and just fuck.

I don’t mind being one of the notches in your bedpost.

“Alright. Here goes nothing. Please tell me to stop if I hurt you.”

“You’re doing great. I’m good. Just do it.”

“Alright boys and girls,” he says, murmuring to the semen-filled syringe, “you know what to do. Swim like hell.” Separating me once again with two fingers, he slowly inserts the syringe, pushing it inside me, and then injects his sperm.

“Alright, it’s done. I’m going to hold for thirty seconds.

” He lifts his other hand to the inside of my thigh, smoothing his fingers over my skin, his eyes focusing on mine. “You still with me?”

“Mhmm. Yeah. I’m good.”

“You’re doing great, Marlee. I’ve been giving my swimmers a pep talk for days so I promise they’ll swim as fast as they can.”

His comment brings a giggle out of me, immediately releasing some of the tension in my body I wasn’t aware I was holding onto.

“Whoa. Your body just physically relaxed,” Ledger says, wide eyed. “Did you feel that?”

“A little, yeah.” I give him a partial smile. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little more tightly wound than I thought.”

“It’s good. Your relaxation is key to allowing my swimmers to do their job in a timely manner.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a little easier said than done, I’m afraid.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” His hazel eyes penetrate mine. “Do you trust me, Marlee?”

“What?”

He slowly pulls the syringe from inside me and lays it on the bed next to his knee. “Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know what you mean. Why are you asking me that?”

“It’s a simple question,” he says with a smirk. “Do you trust me or not?”

“My legs are literally spread open in front of you, giving you a view not many men get to see, and now you’re asking if I trust you?”

“Fair point.” He chuckles. “For what it’s worth it’s a spectacular view.”

Is he really complimenting my lady bits?

Are we seriously having this conversation?

God, my cheeks are flaming.

He gestures to the gift bag he gave me when he got here. “Hand me that bag, would you?”

“Wha-why?” The moment I ask the question, I squeeze my legs together forgetting they’re resting on Ledger’s shoulders and therefore trapping his head between my knees. “Oh, God. Shit. Sorry.”

He smiles and softly chuckles, his strong hands smoothing down my thighs as my legs relax so he’s no longer in a chokehold.

“Because we’re going to get you to relax so we can give your body the best chance at creating life.”

“Wait. What? Are you serious?” I squeal while simultaneously reaching for the gift bag and tossing it at him.

Why am I doing this?

Why am I not immediately saying no fucking way?

“One hundred percent.” He nods. “An orgasm is the best thing for you right now. The internet says so and everything on the internet is true…” He winks so I know he’s kidding and then continues.

“And I’m here so…” He shrugs and then gives me a flirty grin.

“I mean I could just do it myself while I’m down here. ”

No. He. Did. Not. Just. Offer. To. Eat. Me. Out.

First of all, where the hell did all his sudden confidence come from?

Where the fuck is the shy, quiet Ledger Dayne I’ve come to know?

Secondly, what would he do if I actually told him to go to town?

Would he follow through?

Who am I kidding? He might come across as shy sometimes, but I can’t forget he’s Ledger Dayne.

Of course he would follow through.

Oh, my God, the temptation is so very real.

“I thought we agreed not to make this sexual,” I say with narrowed eyes challenging him.

“Is that what we decided?”

“Mhmm.”

“Damn,” he mutters, shaking his head with a tsk.

“That’s a fucking shame.” He lowers his head as if he’s studying every part of my anatomy.

Like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “Because your pussy is by far the prettiest one I’ve ever seen and if you don’t mind my saying so, I bet it tastes as sweet as it looks. ”

Oh. My. God.

Swoon!

“Are you seriously evaluating my vagina right now?”

I don’t miss how his tongue sweeps across his lips as he nods his head. “No evaluation needed. If anything, I just did a quick comparison because, in case I stuttered the first time, I just said yours is the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s quite the compliment coming from a self-professed professional like yourself.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a wink before ripping the box open and wrapping his hand around the rose-shaped vibrating toy.

His mischievous expression makes my insides swirl.

It’s the perfect mix of sweet and haughty.

And for the first time I see the part of Ledger Dayne that undoubtedly would make even the nicest of girls want to be a bit rebellious.

“So, I guess you have a choice to make here, Marlee.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

He holds the toy in his hand for me to see. “My lips or this rose?”

Yeah, I don’t think he’s asking for consent this time although I know if I said neither he would respect my wishes.

Lips or toy?

Lips or toy?

God, what I wouldn’t give to feel this man’s lips on my body.

But we are supposed to be keeping this platonic.

I mean…he is offering…

But I shouldn’t take advantage of him like that.

Hell, I’m getting wetter just thinking about his tongue on me.

Shit. No. We shouldn’t.

“Just this once?”

He bobs his head haphazardly. “If that’s what you prefer.”

Lips or toy?

Lips or toy?

You know what you should do, Marlee.

“Toy.” The word tumbles from my mouth and he doesn’t miss it.

“Toy it is,” he says with a satisfied grin, pressing the button that turns it on.

As the rose comes to life, humming in his hand, Ledger taps the very end of it with his finger, his brows lifting in response.

“Huh. A little suction action going on here. Let’s see what this bad boy can do, shall we? ”

At that, he lowers the rose to the apex of my thighs feathering it against my skin as he trails it between my legs.

A gasp escapes my lips followed by an, “Oh my God!”

He smiles. “That good, huh?”

“Oooh…” My body writhes against the mattress, wanting to escape the acute sensation but craving so much more at the same time.

I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of him.

Also, if he moves his hand down just a little…

I grip the sheets when he brushes the toy against my clit and squeeze my eyes closed, allowing myself to be immersed in the physical pleasure. Biting my bottom lip I wait, knowing that any moment now, I know he’s going to?—

“Oh, my God!” I nearly scream, my mouth falling open when he makes full contact with my clit, the tip of the rose sucking me in. A pleasured assault that instantly sets my body on fire. “Yes!”

“That’s my girl,” I hear Ledger say. “You’re beautiful like this, Marlee. Nice and relaxed. Spread open for me, trusting me with your pleasure. So, fucking beautiful.”

I’m not the kind of person who considers herself into kinks but hearing Ledger’s dark and sultry voice praising me as he holds a vibrator to my clit is a new kink I think I just unlocked.

“Ooooh my…fuck!” I bite my lip again, my body twitching.

With my legs still resting on Ledger’s shoulders, he leans forward slightly and brings his warm palm to my abdomen effectively stopping me from squirming as the rose swills against my clit.

“Oooh, Christ…” I moan loudly and then suck in a sharp breath of air. My back arches off the mattress and my head tilts against the pillow. My fingers ache to dig into something, anything, to try and regain some type of control. “Fuuuck, yes!

“Breathe, Mar. Keep breathing and relax as much as you can,” Ledger murmurs. “Listen to what your body wants. Give in to what it’s aching for. You’re fucking stunning like this.”

“Ledger,” I gasp. “It’s too good.” My legs begin to tremble and I shake my head. “I can’t.”

“You can,” he murmurs. “Just let your body fall apart when it’s ready.” He leans in closer to my face and practically purrs. “You can do this. You’re an amazing woman. Fucking gorgeous. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”

His deep, sensual voice against my ear somehow summons the sex-starved girl inside of me. My need to come overpowering all other thoughts.

“Led…gerrrr.”

“Are you ready to come, Mar?” he asks against my other ear this time. His throaty growl giving me a taste of the man Ledger Dayne is when he’s in the bedroom.

I can’t say that I hate it.

Not even a little bit.

“Yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth. I grip the sheets beside me, balling them into my fists. “God yes. Please, Ledger.”

He presses his lips to my temple and then whispers, “Good girl. Now pretend it’s me, Marlee. Pretend it’s my tongue lashing at your sweet little clit, bringing every tiny nerve ending to life with my lips. Pretend it’s me you’re dripping for.”

Oh fuck.

Yep.

That’ll do it.

My back arches and my jaw falls open as I gasp and then, “Oh fuck! I’m…I’m…”

My hand wraps around Ledger’s forearm, my nails digging into his skin as I come hard and fast, my entire body quaking against him as I release every pent-up thought of anxiety or nervousness from inside me.

And then I’m a puddle of lifelessness.

Ledger turns his head and tenderly kisses the inside of my thigh. “That’s my girl. Feel better?”

Holy shit. I so do.

A blissful and totally unabashed smile forms across my face. “Mhmm.” I don’t even care that I’m practically naked and on display for a man I’m not actively dating.

Ledger chuckles. “Good. You were magnificent.” He tugs at the pillows behind me, moving them out of the way, and then he turns me, lifting my legs from his shoulders and resting them against my headboard.

He places a sweet kiss on my forehead, brushing back a few strands of my hair, and whispers, “I’ll be right back.

I’m just going to grab a washcloth to clean you up. ”

I feel his absence the moment he lifts himself off my bed. When he returns, he has a warm washcloth in hand and gently wipes it across my sensitive skin.

“Ledger?”

“Hmm?”

I wait until he finally meets my gaze before I whisper, “Thank you.”

His lips turn up in a sweet, kind smile. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“Why?”

“Because watching you come apart is an experience I will never fucking forget.”

If my cheeks weren’t already heated from the orgasm I just had, I would most certainly be blushing right now. My gaze falls from Ledger’s bare chest to the obvious bulge in his shorts. “Oh…”

He stands once again, washcloth in hand, and leans over me to pick up the rose vibrator. Then he moves to my side and whispers, “But make no mistake, Marlee. The next time you fall apart like that in front of me, I’ll be the vibrating toy.”

He strides back to the bathroom and the only thought I have running through my head is how jealous I now am of Ledger Dayne’s past, present, and future lovers. The man certainly knows how to get the job done when it comes to pleasuring a woman and he didn’t even have to touch me to do it.

If he’s that good with a toy, I can only imagine what he can do with his tongue.