Cort Mason - Dr Delectable. Carol Marinelli
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I’m miserable?’ He stopped and smiled down at her.
‘But you’re not.’
‘I am,’ he insisted. ‘I really am.’
‘You’re not tonight,’ Ruby said, and he had to agree with her.
‘No. I’m not tonight.’
He wanted her skirt off, wanted to see her as she had been when he’d walked into the house, but it would seem Ruby had rules.
‘I’m not making love to a man in a suit—in a brown suit.’
‘Taupe.’ Cort smiled, not even a little smile but a full, wide smile that she had never before seen, and Ruby caught her breath because it completely changed him. She went for his tie, then changed her mind.
‘You do it,’ she said.
She wriggled from under him and climbed off the bed and left him lying there. She looked down at him and he undid his tie, but that was as far as he went.
‘You want it off …’ Cort said. ‘Come and get it.’
So she did, pulling it off before she went for his jacket next.
‘Shoes,’ he said, and she took off one. ‘Both of them.’
‘You’ve got more clothes than me.’
Wasn’t he supposed to be riddled with guilt, or aching with regret? Not sitting up just to get her to remove another sandal, which she did.
‘Shirt,’ Ruby said, and he obliged.
‘Skirt,’ Cort said, and so too did she.
She wanted to go over to the bed and climb onto him, she couldn’t have ever guessed just how wanton she could be, but he rewarded her not with this game but with his smile, with a Cort Mason she would never have guessed was there beneath the austere exterior. She liked standing before him, drunk on lust and shivering with want, teasing each other and making each other wait.
‘Belt,’ said Ruby.
‘Hardly fair on you,’ Cort said, because she was down to her halter and panties and he still had socks and shoes and trousers and belt, but Ruby didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she stopped him when he magnanimously went to undo his zipper.
‘Just the belt will do,’ Ruby said, and as with his tie he merely loosened it.
‘Take it off, then.’
Which meant she got to touch him. Slowly, very slowly she pulled loose the belt and she wanted to dive onto him then, but Cort reminded her it was her turn. She slid her top up slowly and she had to close her eyes at one point because, so close to him, she wanted to bend towards his mouth, wanted to climb into bed and be with him, but instead she took off her top and it was bizarre but she didn’t feel shy or stupid. Instead, with Cort she felt free.
She stared down and saw the lust and approval in the eyes that caressed her skin. Then she stared down at herself and saw two very small breasts that she now rather liked, because how could she not when Cort craved them so much that he reached out his hand and stroked one slowly, till she blew out a held breath and thought she’d sink to her knees.
‘I’ll help with your shoes.’
She bent over him and as he stroked her breast she took off his shoes and socks, and then she kissed his toes.
And he lay there about to pull away because how could he let her? Except her tongue was so sure.
Would he regret this?
He asked himself once as she stood again and then he answered, never, because this wasn’t sad or guilt ridden. There was no one else in his head but Ruby, nothing else but him and her.
He could never have thought it would be so magical.
That it could ever be so pure and good again.
That they would have their own rules and their own ways.
He watched her kneel and rummage in a drawer and come out with pistachios.
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