Hellraiser (Erotic Romance - Romantic Comedy) (8 page)

“That you’re accepting food as payment!” He looked at her and shook his head when she nodded.

“Where’d you think all the food came from that we eat?”

“I thought they were gifts, kind gestures from the parents.”

“Uhh…yeah, I’d say that’s true.”

“But we can’t accept food as payment. How are we supposed to make money?” He felt his blood pressure rising.

She saved her work then swiveled around in the chair to face him. “I thought things were going along pretty well. All the bills are paid, we have food in the house, what else do we need? With the price of medical insurance some parents simply don’t have the money. They work hard, but shelling out hundreds of dollars every time your kid has the sniffles is a bit excessive.”

“Don’t you want a better life for yourself? What if I hadn’t signed the lease and paid you a year’s worth of rent up front? Where would you be?”

One brow shot up and she stood directly in front of him. “I do believe I was taking care of myself just fine before you came along to rescue me, Prince Charming. Sure, things were tight every now and then, but I made it.”

“Look, while I commend your heartfelt gestures, you didn’t spend all that time and money going to medical school just to be paid in shells and beads.” Zach looked at the computer screen and did a quick mental calculation. “The payments we received this week will barely cover utilities, yet alone our salary.”

Her face grew pink and Zach thought she was going to slug him. Instead, she plopped down in the chair and stared up at him with a pleading look in her soft brown eyes. God, how he wanted to make love to her again, though he’d tried to avoid it for nearly a week now. Either he was a fool or a masochist.

“I’m not going to change my policy.” She lifted her chin in that stubborn way of hers. “If people can’t pay with cash, check, money order, or credit card, then I take what they can give me. I also get handmade items such as gloves, sweaters, hats, slippers, I even have a really cool purse that’s made of out license plates.”

Zach pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. There was no way she could continue doing things this way, but he was the interloper. She
had
been running the show for two years on her own since the previous doctor passed away. It wouldn’t be fair for him to force her to change things, but maybe they could compromise.

“Okay, I totally get you on the whole charity thing, and I have to admit that I’m damn glad we get to take a couple days off each week, but we need to have some balance here between customers who pay in money and those who pay with gifts.”

“So what’s your plan?” She leaned forward and Zach felt his mouth go dry as her breasts swelled over the top of her shirt.

Clearing is throat he stuffed his hands in the back pockets of his slacks since all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, go upstairs to his bedroom, and forget about the world for a few hours. His resolve was slipping fast. Then he wondered why the hell he was avoiding her. After all, they lived together, ate together, worked together, even closer than most married couples. With that last thought his heart spiraled out of control. He’d been down that road before and didn’t intend to do it again.

“You do have a plan, right?” she asked when he had remained quiet for too long.

Blinking back to reality he said, “The state has plenty of programs--”

“It’s a pain in the ass jumping through those hoops,” she interrupted.

“True, but at least these people may get insurance and we’d at least get some sort of payment. Also, I had two majors while I was in college, medicine and accounting, with a minor in business.”

“How surprising,” she drawled.

“Yeah, I know, with my personality you’d think I was in interpretive dance or cheerleading.” She laughed and Zach enjoyed the warmth he felt pouring over him at the sound. “Anyway, why not let me take over the books?”

She heaved a sigh, as if the very thought was a relief. “I’d love that. I’m more the creative type, unless you haven’t noticed.”

“Creative is an understatement. But, seriously, I need more to do around here. A lot of the patients already know you so they’re reluctant to come to me.”

“Hey, you won over that little girl the other day with the clown nose.” She waggled her eyebrows and Zach felt himself flush.

“Well, a doctor without patients is like a ship without an ocean. In time I’m hoping to win more of them over, though I refuse to resort to wearing a giant sponge costume, or the fairy getup.”

She laughed, leaning back in her chair, looking more relaxed than he’d seen her since he arrived. Usually she was so busy with work, cleaning, cooking, or pissing him off that her undivided attention gave him incentive to keep moving forward with his idea.

“As I said, I don’t have much work to do around here at the moment. I can take care of the books and look into the medical assistance forms. I’d also like to do a bit of advertising--my treat--and try to get some other patients coming in here. Though you have a hefty load for yourself, we can balance it out with some new ones I can take.”

“I’m assuming these will be paying customers?”

“Sam, if we lived a few hundred years ago I’d be perfectly okay with the barter system. I’m not asking you to give up what you’re doing, only allowing me to do my own thing.”

She threw up her hands in surrender. “Actually, that sounds really good. I’m tired of worrying about bills and, though I’d never turn someone away, I like the fact that you want to attract new clients and help our current ones try to get some medical insurance. We make a good team.” She stood up, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him hard.

Just as quickly she let him go and walked upstairs. “You hungry?”

Zach gulped hard and glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s only three. Dinner isn’t for a couple of hours.”

“Who said anything about food?” She crooked her finger and motioned for him to follow her. Everything in Zach’s head warned him to stay put, but he was completely caught off guard and didn’t have the good sense to say no. Instead, he felt like a fish on the end of a line, being reeled right in by this woman.

Eh, what the hell. He was sick and tired of avoiding further intimacy between he and Sam. “Come to think of it, I’m actually famished.”

He saw her eyes light up and a smile claim her pretty face. “Well, Dr. Zacharia Ichabod Taylor, I think I have just what you need.” He walked up to her and she kissed him again, tunneling her fingers through his hair. Her hands wandered to his ass, pulling him closer to her. She then broke off the kiss, took his hand, and they went upstairs to her bedroom.

Once they crossed the threshold Zach allowed himself to be led easily over to the bed. The room smelled of her; an exotic blend of her perfume and her own natural scent that filled his lungs and went straight to his head like a double shot of Everclear. They stood near her bed, the backs of his legs pressed against the side of the mattress and she kissed him again, thrusting her tongue against his wildly. He tried letting her make all the moves, but he found himself far too aroused and hot for her.

Zach reached around and found the round curves of the ass he’d been admiring since they met. Cupping the mounds, he savored the softness, squeezing her lightly. Pulling her closer, he pushed against her, letting her feel his throbbing erection through the barrier of their clothes. She made a noise that sounded like a cat purring and she ground her pelvis against him. Zach’s cock was so hard he wasn’t sure how long the heavy cloth of his slacks would hold before his dick tore right through.

As she ran her hands over his chest, Zach gasped both in shock and delight as she ripped his shirt open so she could roam her palms over his pecs and abs. Though he worked out daily for health reasons, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to look good and feel good to this woman. As she whispered against the side of his neck, “You feel so sexy,” he smiled.

Her passion mounted and her mouth devoured his again. It was clear to Zach that she couldn’t get enough, and neither could he. She drew back only slightly to look in his eyes. The height of her lust caused his chest to contract and his dick to jerk as if it had electrodes attached to it.

“I want you so bad.” She held his face between her palms and gently bit his chin and all along his jaw.

“I can tell.” He gave a soft laugh then went serious as he said, “I wanted you the moment I saw you, clown wig and all.”

“Liar.”

“Okay, maybe not at that exact moment, but soon after.”

His words seemed to stir something inside her and she became very still, her gaze tangling with his. “Then let’s not stop.”

Zach hauled her against him and reached up to tug her ponytail holder off then ran his fingers through her hair. He trailed his tongue from her earlobe to the hollow in her throat, enjoying the flavor of her that was all woman. “I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.”

He ran kisses down to the swell of her breasts. With his teeth he pulled her blouse down so he could slide his tongue over the plump mounds peeking over the edge of her silky ivory colored bra. Running his tongue between her breasts he lightly flicked the sexy beauty mark nestled between them.

“I need more, Zach.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He reached down and pulled her blouse up and over her head then tossed it across the room. It landed on a lamp and almost knocked it over. He held her satin covered breasts in his hands, feeling the weight of them, taking in her dark areolas peeking through the thin material. He reached into her bra and withdrew one breast, freeing it, then the other. Her nipples were large and tight, like two perfect blueberries. He wanted to touch them, pinch them, suck them. To make her cry out with pleasure.

“Zach, let’s make love, please.” She pushed his head down to her breasts.

“Shh…patience, baby, patience. I want to enjoy every moment of this.” He rubbed his face over her breasts, loving the silken feel of them against his skin.

“We’ll do it again, I’m sure. And again, and…” her words trailed off as Zach got to his knees and pulled her stretchy yoga pants down, revealing the pale satin panties covering her from his view. He pressed his face against her mound, inhaling deeply. He felt her hands in his hair, heard her mumbling something unintelligible.

Hooking his thumbs in the waist of her underpants, he slid them down and she stepped out of them. Zach’s tossed her panties in back of him and his mouth watered as he viewed her smooth pussy lips. Grabbing her ass, he pushed his face against her, savoring her flavor as his tongue worked its way between her slit, finding her sensitive bud. She inhaled deeply and he could feel her thighs tremble. She wouldn’t be standing for long.

Sam put a foot on the bed so she was spread open for him. He gladly obliged, sliding two fingers inside her. She was slick and oh, so warm. As he continued to suck her clit then draw lazy circles over it with his tongue, he felt her tense as her clitoris swelled.

“That feels so good.” She held the back of his head, moving her hips against his face. He could feel her juices on his chin, cheeks and nose. He loved it. “Suck my clit. Yes, just like that. Oh! I’m going to come, Zach.”

He continued licking her, holding her tight as her orgasm tumbled over her. She grabbed his hair and he wondered if she tore most of it out though he didn’t give a damn. Her passion matched his perfectly. His dick was ready to break in two as he felt her pussy muscles contract and release around his fingers. He wanted to be inside her, but it seemed she had other plans.

He looked up at her and she smiled. “My turn.” Her pink tongue flicked out, wetting her lips.

“My pleasure.” Zach stood at her request, ridding himself of his shirt. He went for the buckle of his belt but she put her hand on his to stop him. Letting his arms fall to his sides, he marveled at her sexual confidence. He didn’t know what turned him on more, the silly and childlike side of her or the passionate seductress.

“I want you naked.” She opened his belt then slid it from its loops. Bringing the leather strap to her nose, she inhaled the leather deeply and looked at him, a wicked spark in her eyes. He had no idea what she was planning but he bet anything he was going to love it.

Walking in back of him, she grabbed his hands and put them behind his back, securing his wrists together with his belt. “Now you can’t get away from me.”

“I’d be insane if I tried.” Zach swallowed hard as she pressed her front against his back then slid up and down, her soft breasts sliding over his skin, her hard nipples leaving behind trails of pleasure. She buried her face against his shoulder, biting gently, reaching her hand around to cup his balls in one tender palm and wrapping her fingers around his shaft with her other.

She moved seductively behind him, pushing her intimate heat against the crack of his ass. Her thumb glided over the head of hic cock, massaging his pre-cum across the sensitive skin there. Zach closed his eyes and took a deep breath, wondering if he was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of this moment. When he opened his eyes he saw her standing in front of him again. She smiled and pushed him back on the bed.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” she softly commanded. His hands were still tied behind his back, but he did as she asked.

Getting to her knees, she pushed his thighs open and bent her head, taking his dick into her mouth. She was on all fours and Zach took turns admiring her round ass then the sight and sensation of her sucking him. As she moved forward, taking him into her throat, she glanced up and their gazes locked. Looking shy for a moment, she smiled around his shaft, and lowered her lashes before going back to sucking him again. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever witnessed.