"That's right."
She took off her white coat and tossed it over a
chay.
"I did think you might have gone to America," he said.
"With Felix Connaught."
She made no effort to disguise her surprise,
and he smiled.
"You didn't know?
How remiss of Mr.
Connaught.
I thought he would
have told you."
"Why should he?"
She loosened her hair, which had been tied back.
"It's really no business of mine where he goes."
"I wouldn't have been very pleased if you'd gone with Mr.
Connaught,"
Nicolas said softly.
"Wouldn't you?"
she said coolly.
"It's really no business of yours where I go either, is it?"
"Yes, it is."
He had stopped smiling now.
"I don't like sharing my women."
Jacey knew that she no longer needed to pander to Nicolas's possessive
control, but as she stared at him, his long legs stretched out in front
of him, she felt a surge of sexual desire.
What the hell is the matter
with me?
she thought angrily.
I was sure our affair was over; I
didn't even give him a thought while I was in England.
And now I walk
in here, take one look at him, and all I can think about is how much
I'd like to take all his clothes off.
Or have him take mine off.
Or
go down on him.
Or have him Nicolas interrupted her thoughts.
"I hope you missed me while you were in England."
He grinned the
cynical smile that always made him look both dangerous and desirable.
"I hope you thought about me when you went to bed."
"I didn't," she said truthfully.
And added, "Why should I?
We've
never actually been to bed."
"How many men did you fuck in England?"
he asked pleasantly.
"None," she said just as pleasantly, and wondered if he would believe
her.
"How many women did you fuck while I was in England?"
He shrugged.
"A few, mainly to please Telford.
He liked group sex."
"And was it so very necessary to please Curtis Telford?"
He nodded.
"Yes.
Financially necessary."
The cynical grin twisted his mouth
again.
"But none of the whores were as good as you."
"Well," she said, 'that's very flattering, I'm sure.
If I ever want to
give up being a doctor, it's nice to know that there's another
profession I'm eminently suited for."
"You're right," he said.
"Go into the bedroom and take your clothes off."
She smiled at him.
"Why don't we do it a little differently this time?
We'll both go in there and I'll take yours off."
She was surprised when he stood up.
"What a very good idea," he said.
He preceded her into the bedroom.
She walked over to the window and
half closed the blinds, so that the room was dappled in shadow.
"Well?"
He was standing by the bed.
"Are you going to make a start?"
She sat on the bed.
"Change of plan," she said.
"Do you know I've never seen you completely naked?"
He shrugged.
"So?
Why don't you do something about it?"
"No," she said.
"You do something.
Strip."
He looked at her for a moment, and then, to her surprise, took off his
jacket slowly.
He removed his shirt, turning round so that she could
admire his lean musculature, kicked off his shoes, and then unzipped
his trousers.
He took his time, letting them slide down his legs to
the floor.
He sat on the bed in his tight, dark briefs and pulled off
his socks.
Then he stood up and smiled.
/! don't think you've quite finished," she said.
Still smiling, he hooked his thumbs under the top band of his briefs
and pushed them down in a smooth movement, stretching the briefs over
his erection, as he turned his back to her.
"Very neat," she said.
"You could make a living as a stripper."
"I thought they did it to music," he answered.
She laughed.
"Next time I'll put on a CD.
But you'd also have to learn not to
short-change the paying customers.
Turn round."
He turned, unselfconsciously displaying himself, his cock rising almost
vertically above his heavy balls and the thick mass of his black pubic
hair.
She was reminded, briefly, of Leonardo.
Nicolas had the same
long thighs, neat hips and small waist but his physique was more
mature.
He had more dark body hair, and better muscle definition.
Dancer's muscles, she thought.
Sinewy and strong, but not
over-developed like a body builder.
She had been impressed by his
torso when she had given him that first medical examination.
She was
even more impressed now she could see his whole body.
There did not
seem to be an ounce of spare flesh on him.
"Lie down on the bed," she ordered.
It was a novelty to see him
obey.
She let her eyes move over his body for a few more seconds, then she
walked to the bed and sat down next to him.
She put out her hand and
smoothed her palm over his chest.
As her fingers touched his nipple
she heard him gasp.
She moved her other hand lightly over his pecs,
found the other nipple, and traced a decreasing circle around that
too.
She felt his excitement rising, and increased the pressure, catching
each nipple between her fingers, and tugging.
He bore it for a few
minutes, his eyes closed, and his face contorted with pleasure, then
suddenly reached up and caught her head with one hand.
Twisting his
fingers into her hair he forced her down towards his erection.
She took him in her mouth, more roughly than she intended, and heard
him groan.
She wanted to delay his orgasm for as long as possible,
until he begged her for release, but he held her down, thrusting into
her mouth and throat.
He filled her; it was uncomfortable, but
exciting too.
She thought about moving back, out of reach, forcing him
to beg her to continue.
But before she could, his orgasm jolted him
with an unexpected suddenness.
He pulled away from her, and she
watched his body thrash in uncontrolled spasms.
Finally calmed, he lay
on his back, panting, his face sheened with sweat.
After a few
minutes, he said drowsily, "That was really good."
"Better than usual?"
she asked.
"The best," he said.
"For a long time."
"It can be fun to change roles occasionally," she observed.
He smiled lazily.
"Obviously."
He tugged at her blouse.
"Why don't you take this off?"
"Why don't you undress me?"
she asked.
He stretched his arms, and linked them behind his head.
"Because I feel too comfortable, and too relaxed."
She stood up, and removed her own clothes, but without any attempt at
artifice.
When she was naked, she lay down next to him.
He rolled
over to face her, and propped himself up on one arm.
Slowly, he let a
hand explore her body.
It started as a wandering, directionless
caress, a voyage of discovery, and it reminded her that this was the
first time he had ever treated her in this way.
Slowly his fingers
became even more exploratory, searching for erogenous zones he had
never bothered to touch, and lingering on them, gauging from her
reaction how long he should stay there, and how heavy or light he
should make his caresses.
She wondered sleepily if he had ever handled
a woman this way before.
Then she felt his body move.
He twisted on
the bed until his head was at her feet.
"Open your legs," he said.
She parted them, and felt him edge up between them.
She closed her
eyes and the thought of what was about to happen gave her a sexy thrill
in exactly the place she hoped he would put his tongue.
He parted her
thighs with his hands so that he could move more easily, and when his
mouth touched her, jl her body shivered with pleasure.
His tongue was ,1 strong and insistent: her only regret was that she
;
would not be able to enjoy his expertise for very long, t because she
could already feel herself losing control.
I When her orgasm came, she
felt her body buck and roll on the bed so violently that he had to
grasp her hips to hold her down.
It took her several minutes to regain
her self-control, and then she realised that i Nicolas had returned to
his original position next to her, and was watching her with a
self-satisfied grin.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
he said.
"Yes," she said simply.
"So that's both of us satisfied," he said.
"Do you have any wine?"