Nila's Babies by Jac Simensen

Author:Jac Simensen
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781789041224
Publisher: John Hunt Publishing

18

“Mary sends her love and this kiss, too.” Nila bent over the back of Gordon’s chair and kissed his neck. “She said to tell you that she’s sent an email about the house. She needs to get your approval as soon as possible. You didn’t tell me you were selling the Concord house.”

Gordon pushed away the spiral-bound manual he’d been reading and swiveled the desk chair to face her. “No, I guess I didn’t. I’ve been preoccupied with studying for this damn bar exam. I thought I could blow it off with a quick review. Since Massachusetts has one of the more stringent processes, I assumed that the Florida bar exam would be a piece of cake. I was wrong—there are enough detailed differences that it’ll require more prep time than I expected. Not a big deal, though.”

“I’m sorry I interrupted. Would you like me to go away?”

“No, never!” Gordon almost shouted as he wrapped his arms around her slim body. He pulled her onto his lap and awkwardly kissed the tip of her nose.

“Is this part of your exam prep?” she asked, laughing.

Gordon slid his right hand under her halter top. “Actually, I’m studying to be a gynecologist, and I need more hands-on practice.” He ran the tip of his finger over her already-erect nipple.

“You’re randy this afternoon.”

“Randy—that’s one of your better English terms. It sounds so much more erotic than horny. Horny conjures up visions of dirty old men. Randy, randy, randy,” Gordon said in three different tones of voice. “I like the sound of that much better.” As he talked, he slid Nila’s halter top up, over her breasts.

She raised her arms above her head. “Skin the bunny,” she said. Gordon maneuvered the halter top over her head and through her arms, then began nuzzling her breasts.

“Girls asleep?”

“No, they’re in the playpen out on the lanai—likely to be occupied for a bit longer.” She stood and dropped her shorts and cotton thong to the carpet. “Another few months and they’ll be tearing about the house on their own. That’ll stifle our spontaneity.”

Gordon rose from the chair and gently encircled her in his embrace. “Ever hear of leg irons?” he whispered in her ear.

Nila grinned. “You’re a sexual gannet, you know.”

“Gannet?”

“Another British term for your collection; a gannet’s a large fish-eating seabird that can eat so many fish that it’s temporarily unable to fly—and while digesting its catch, can be dashed on the rocks and killed.”

Gordon slipped his hand between her legs. “You’re wet already,” he said.

“Afraid it’s becoming a permanent condition.” Nila grinned, dropped to her knees, and slid his patterned swim trunks to his ankles.

~*~

Gordon hadn’t bothered to dress. He was sprawled on the office carpet with an imitation zebra-skin pillow under his head.

“They’re still playing with their interlocking blocks,” Nila said, tiptoeing into the office. She, too, hadn’t bothered to put her clothes back on. She sat down on the carpet next to Gordon’s legs and began to massage his left foot.

“That feels so good. Who taught you massage?”

“No one, really.

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