Three

MARK

hinking about one of my best friend’s daughters was something I hadn’t planned on doing. And I certainly hadn’t planned on swallowing my tongue the second I saw her slink into the ballroom. I barely

acknowledged that Karen and Peyton were standing right there.

I had definitely noticed that Brooke was all grown up the last time I was at their house. But she hadn’t looked anything like this. She was all curves in all the right places. My body clenched against the sudden surge of desire that dress inspired in me.

“I thought I said to drop the doctor. You’re not twelve, you’re an adult. It’s okay to call me by my name,” I said. My voice had dropped, and I realized I wanted her to call me by my name, I wanted her to scream it.

She looked up at me through those long lashes of hers. She licked her lush kissable lips and said, “Okay, Mark. But you didn’t answer my question. Are you flirting?”

I swallowed hard and shook my head. “I am not flirting, Brooke.”

“No? How disappointing. I guess my mother is right, men don’t like—”

I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her behind me. She didn’t say anything but laughed as she trailed along behind me until I pushed through a set of doors into an empty hallway.

Without letting go of her I pressed her against the wall, holding her hands above her head.

“Don’t even begin to tell me what men like, what I want.”

She shuddered in my grip. Her eyes kept darting to my mouth. She didn’t need to say words for me to know she wanted me to kiss her. Her mouth was greedy and needy as I took it. She kissed back with as much enthusiasm and ardor as I pressed into her.

“My mother told me to behave,” she whispered in a hot breath against my lips.

“This feels like you’re being a very good girl to me.” I stepped in closer, nudging her legs apart with my leg.

“I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but this skirt wasn’t made for that.” She wriggled her wrist until I let go. She began gathering her skirt in one hand, lifting the hem until she could run her knee up my thigh.

“Not here,” my words were coming hard with each breath that I fought for a semblance of control. I don’t know what magic she had cast over me, but I was rushing headlong into a very bad decision. Or maybe a very good one.

I brushed her leg down before grabbing her hand and pulling her with me down the hall. I tried several doors before one opened. I flipped the switch to see we were in a janitor’s restocking closet.

“Hail Caesar,” I said as I locked the door behind us.

Brooke knew the score and didn’t waste any time. She lifted her skirt and stepped out of her underwear. A sexy string of dark red lace that matched her dress.

With a growl, I ran my hands up her fleshy thighs and palmed her ass. “This ass of yours is,” I started.

“Worth biting?”

She turned away from me and leaned on one of the supply shelves, tilting her hips up and back.

I knew an invitation when it was presented. I leaned over and scraped my teeth over that beautiful mound of creamy expanse.

“Doctor Mark,” she said in a teasing tone. “You’ll leave marks.”

I bit harder and sucked on her skin. I wanted to leave my mark on her. She purred.

I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough. I fished out the condom I kept in my wallet from my back pocket before I unfastened my belt and pushed my pants down.

Brooke wiggled her ass at me as if she were impatient.

I rolled the condom down my cock and slid into her wet pussy. I groaned, she felt so fucking good.

She let out a whining moan and pushed back against me.

I slid out before slamming my hips forward again, driving into her wet heat.

I reached up and unzipped the dress, pulling it away from her shoulders. I placed a kiss on the skin of her back. She was so smooth. Her smell reached up into my brain and made me completely unable to focus.

Brooke rolled her hips back. She gripped onto a box on the shelf and began pounding on it. She made these sexy little grunts with each thrust.

I slid my hand into her dress, along her side. The feel of her under my fingers, around my cock should not have felt as good as it did.

She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I kneaded the handful of supple softness she had given me. She was so fucking hot. I couldn’t think straight, let alone remember the last time I had been so for a woman I had to take her before they had even served dinner.

“Oh, oh,” her cries were timed perfectly as her inner muscles clenched my dick.

It felt like she didn’t want to let go of me. It felt so fucking amazing. “Oh, Doctor Mark.”

“Shit.” I wasn’t going to last much longer.

She was close, but I was closer, and I didn’t want to be finished with her just

yet. I eased back out of her.

She whimpered. I felt like whimpering.

I spun her around. Her eyes were wide and bright, her mouth open, and wet and needy for my kisses.

I pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her bra. I was slightly disappointed it wasn’t red but flesh toned.

Brooke reached in and pulled one of her breasts free. My mouth was on her instantly, sucking her nipple until it was hard in my mouth. We fumbled with boxes and the shelving until I lifted her and braced her ass against them. I hiked her legs around me and sank my cock back into her.

I drove into her hard while sucking and pulling on her nipple.

She clutched my head to her. Her breathing grew faster, and those fucking noises.

“Doctor Mark!” Fuck that was sexy, especially in her tight about to cum voice. I think she bit me as her body clenched and spasmed in orgasm.

I spilled everything I had. “Fuck, Brooke, oh fuck.”

I hadn’t cum so hard in what was probably years. I didn’t think I could anymore. She wronged me out, and her inner walls continued to milk me as I pressed hard against her, unable to move.

I released her breast, rather reluctantly. Her nipple was pure ambrosia. Reaching between us to secure the condom I eased away from her body. Something I did not want to do. What I wanted was to ditch the rest of the gala and drag her home to my bed, and repeat everything, but with fewer clothes between us.

“I guess this means my mother was wrong. Men do like big girls!” She licked one of her fingers and then bit the very tip.

I couldn’t speak. She had stolen my reason and my ability to articulate. I growled. I liked her and her body a lot.

“We should head back.” I tossed the condom in the garbage and began

tucking my shirt tails back into my pants. Spying her panties on the floor, I picked them up and put them in my inner jacket pocket. I was keeping those.

She slid her dress back down her hips. The design of the dress made her look half-naked, and my exhausted cock throbbed, ready to have another go at her. Turning around she lifted her dark hair away from her neck.

I placed a kiss on the delicate column of skin. She giggled. “Zip me up.”

I obliged, and when she turned back to face me, she reached up and adjusted my bow tie, and skimmed a thumb over my mouth.

“You have a little too much lipstick. Do you have a handkerchief?”

I fished one out from my pocket and handed it to her. She wiped it over my mouth.

“How’s my lipstick looking? It’s not all over my face, is it?”

I ran my fingers through her soft hair. “No, you look perfectly fresh. Like I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

She patted me on my chest. “Good, let’s not tempt fate, shall we?” I pulled her tight against me. “Fuck fate.” I kissed her again.

Back in the ballroom, it was a chore to not touch her.

“There you are,” Karen said not three minutes after we returned. “Has Brooke been behaving for you?”

I tried to not choke on my tongue.

“Thanks for keeping her out of trouble,” Peyton said.

He would castrate me if he knew exactly how much trouble I had let Brooke be.

“Doctor Mark took good care of me.” She was still playing dangerous games with me.

We looked at each other and smirked. We had taken good care of each other.

I reached into my jacket and pulled out just enough of her panties to flash the red fabric at her. We two could play this game.