Unfriending the Dr by Piper Sullivan

Persy

Megan sat on the edge of my bed with her mouth hanging open and her eyes filled with surprise. “Damn, girl, looks like I got back to town just in time.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you had sex with Ryan and you didn’t tell me.”

“I didn’t tell anyone until the other night, and that was only because I propositioned him. In front of Gavin Ross.”

“The rock star?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

“Wow. Let’s circle back to the rock star in Jackson’s Ridge in a minute and get back to the part where you propositioned your incredibly hot best friend, who you always insist is just a friend.”

I ran through it all for Megan with a sigh. “Ryan agreed and now here I am, three days later and I still haven’t made plans to do it again.”

I didn’t know why I had hesitated over the past few days, but whenever I picked up my phone to set a date and time to get naked with my bestie, I froze.

“You’re scared.”

“Yes,” I admitted, because this was what friends were for.

“Good. That means this matters. What do you need?”

“A brain transplant?”

Megan arched a brow at me as if to say, really?

“I have three sets of lingerie and I don’t know which one is right for seduction.”

She nodded absently, almost as if she wasn’t paying attention as I pulled all three sets of sexy lingerie from the shopping bag. “Can I use your phone real quick?”

I handed it over and waited, impatiently.

“Okay.” Megan looked up with a devious smile. “Let’s see what you’re going to wear for Ryan. Tonight.”

“Tonight? No, not tonight. Today is just for picking out something to wear.”

“Is it? Because I just texted and told him that Megan has agreed to watch Titus for tonight, so show up at eight and not to knock.” Her expression held zero apology and despite the pit that had recently formed in my gut, I couldn’t be mad.

“You didn’t.”

“I did. So, tell me which one you like best.” Megan pointed to the three sets of silk and lace. Forest green. Magenta. And lavender.

I pointed to the lavender. “The merry widow is crazy sexy, don’t you think?”

“Hell yeah, and I think you can pull it off.”

“Me? The single mother who still has ten pounds of baby weight to lose? Are you sure, Megs?”

She nodded in an exaggerated fashion but her expression was fierce. “I’m positive. You see ten extra pounds, but I see the perfect curves—and that’s what Ryan will see, too. Trust me.”

“I do.” It was a really sexy set and I knew it would give me the confidence I needed to get through tonight without throwing up. “Teddy said I should feed him, too.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll have Antonio make something that reheats easily.” She produced her own phone, wiggling her eyebrows as she fired off a quick text message. “Everything is taken care of; all you have to do is pamper and primp. I’ll pick Titus up from school.”

“What if this is a giant mistake?”

Megan nodded and gave my question genuine consideration. “What if it’s not?”

Those four words echoed in my mind for the rest of the day while I removed all unwanted hair from my body, curled my hair, put on way too much makeup, and pretended I wasn’t going to seduce my best friend when Antonio showed up with a short rib lasagna and a knowing look on his face.

What if it’s not?

What the hell did that even mean? This was sex, pure and simple.

Nothing more.

Even if it felt like it.

It wasn’t. I needed to remember that.

“Persephone!”

Ryan’s deep voice pulled me out of my unnecessary musings and brought me back to the present. There was no point in analyzing what this meant because it meant sex. Physical release. Satisfaction between friends.

“Up here,” I called to him and scrambled to find a sexy position to welcome him.

The bed felt too on the nose.

Standing with my hands on my hips felt too obvious.

And then my bedroom door filled with a gorgeous man, looking hot as hell in a plain white T-shirt that showed off corded biceps and sculpted pecks, and hid what I already knew were washboard abs. The worn blue denim hung low on his hips, hugging his thighs just tight enough to make my mouth water. But the heat in his blue gaze was so hot, I pressed my knees together until they ached.

“Persephone,” he growled. “Holy shit.”

His words helped me to relax, but only a little. This was Ryan. I could do this. I put a hand to my hip and cocked it out to the side. “You like?”

He shook his head. “Hell no. I love it. You look hot as fuck, Persephone.”

The way he said my name had always made me feel special, but with the air crackling between us, it made me feel sexy. Desirable. “Thanks.”

Ryan took a step closer and then another until both hands, hot and a little roughened, rested low on my hips. “Thank you. This is the best eye candy I’ve had in three long months.” His fingertips brushed up my arms until I shivered.

I laughed and he leaned in to brush a kiss across my collarbone.

Another shiver.

“You sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Hell yes.”

“Good.” Ryan stripped down until he was in nothing but a pair of light blue boxers that made his eyes seem bluer and his muscles seem, I don’t know, sexier, maybe. “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” he growled and the sound hit me low in the belly.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll take my time.”

My brows dipped. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

I wanted us both to take our time, to savor this last night in each other’s arms. With him buried deep inside me.

A slow, seductive smile crossed his face. “As you wish.”

Then, his mouth was on mine, a slow burn of a kiss that went on for an eternity without any tongue, hardly any touching. It was chaste by any measure, but my skin overheated, my pulse slammed into my skin, and I felt my clit spark to life.

My tongue slid out and traced the line of his lips, caressed the seam of his mouth, and slid inside. Ryan opened up but kept his hands on my hips. He didn’t squeeze or knead or grip, just held on. Gently. I pulled back with a confused expression. “You want this too, don’t you?”

Ryan answered with a smile. “Lie down, Persephone.”

Dammit, the way he said my name hardened my nipples to diamond points, and like the horny woman I was, I did as he commanded. “Bossy,” I grumbled, just to let him know I couldn’t be bossed around unless I wanted to be.

“You like it,” he said, tone low and thick with arousal. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared down at me until I thought my sexy and expensive lingerie might go up in flames. “Fuck. You are so beautiful.”

I squirmed under his dark blue gaze.

“So fucking sexy,” he growled and lifted one leg by the ankle before he kissed his way from the arch of my foot, all the way up to my lips.

This was a seduction, pure and simple. It felt like an eternity passed before his lips were on mine, and the kiss was hot as hell but too short before he grabbed the other ankle and gave me the same treatment.

My body trembled with heat, with want and a deep-seated need I didn’t realize I possessed until that moment. Just when I thought I might explode, Ryan’s lips were on mine again, and this time he kissed me thoroughly—lips and tongue and teeth, seducing me with every taste, every stroke.

Ryan pulled back with a satisfied smile and slowly undressed me, kissing every inch of my skin as he uncovered it, starting with my shoes. “So soft,” he whispered as he rolled my stockings down my legs, tossing them behind him.

“Ryan, please.”

He chuckled and kissed the insides of my thighs, my hipbones. The dip in my waist. “You said you wanted me to take my time.”

“You’re torturing me.”

He laughed again before he removed the rest of my lingerie and wrapped his lips around my nipple, giving it a gentle tug that yanked a gasp of pleasure out of me. Ryan closed his eyes, looking gorgeous and satisfied as he focused on giving me pleasure. One breast and the other, he worked me until I was gasping and panting, squirming for more.

“Ryan.”

He released my nipple with a pop and kissed me until I trembled. “Yes, Persephone?”

“Stop teasing me.”

He smiled.

“Please,” I growled. “I want to touch you.”

His gaze darkened and he nodded before he kissed his way down my body, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs apart until I was bared to his curious gaze. “So pink and plump.”

“Ryan,” I moaned. I didn’t know I was a fan of dirty talk until that moment.

He placed a kiss right there on me, a smacking, vibrating sound that sent my hips bucking off the bed. Ryan’s big, capable hands gripped my hips in mid-air and held me like that while his tongue explored all of me, licking and sucking before his tongue was inside my body, thrusting in the most erotic way.

“Ryan, yes.”

He growled and the sound vibrated through my whole body.

“Shit.”

He growled again and curled his lips around my clit, blue eyes settled on mine as he sucked and swirled his tongue around me, the sensation so spectacular that I couldn’t contain my cries of pleasure.

And then I was falling apart, completely and totally. Ryan didn’t stop, he licked me through my first orgasm and stopped just before number two barreled up. “Tease,” I accused.

“Maybe a little.”

“Two can play at the game,” I warned him and reached for him a moment too late.

“Time for that later. Right now, I need to be inside you. Deep inside you, Persephone.”

My eyes glazed over. “Yes, please.”

This time, when he slid into me, it felt different. Monumental. Life-altering and significant, like I should close my eyes and remember every detail, every sensation as it rolled over my body.

“Look at me, Persephone. I want you to know exactly who it is making you feel this way.”

His blue gaze was black, his expression dark and intense, filled with need. “As I could forget.”

He smiled, but it was tight with strain as I pulsed around him. “Good. Fuck, you feel even better than I remember.”

“You too,” I admitted. He wasn’t just long, he was thick and wide and I felt beyond full, yet I still wanted more. My legs wrapped around his waist and tightened, keeping him buried deep because I never wanted this encounter to end. “So good.”

We stared at each other, and a mixture of surprise and rightness flashed back at me, mirroring how I felt. His hips pumped faster and faster, deeper and deeper, drawing the most animalistic sounds from me.

“Ry, I’m—”

He nodded. “Oh, I feel it, the way your pussy is squeezing around me. I feel how wet you are.”

I shivered at his words. Yep, definitely a fan of dirty talk.

“Let go, I’ve got you.” He thrust long and deep and before long, I couldn’t hold off the pleasure as it crashed down over me like a hundred-foot wave. I felt tossed around and exhausted by the time my mind cleared and I came up for air. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I smiled up at him and gripped his face in both hands. “Now it’s your turn. Let go, Ryan. Let me feel you lose control.” Then I pulled him down and kissed him like I meant it—because I did.

His hips pumped in long, rapid strokes that had another round of pleasure simmering just below the surface, his tongue pumping inside my mouth in the same intense way. Faster and faster, he moved, until he yanked his mouth from mine. “Oh, fuck Persephone, babe.” Those were the last grunted words before he froze and exploded deep inside of me.

A rush of moisture flooded the area between us and Ryan growled, a satisfied smile on his face as his fingers found my clit, sending me into another blissful orgasm that stole my breath. “Wow.”