Sipping at her beer, she had no idea where to look. This was all new to her.

“I’m curious, how many men have you fucked?” Doc asked.

Returning her attention to him, she pressed her lips together, feeling put on the spot.

“Erm, I don’t think that’s really any of your business.”

“You look like a virgin, waiting to be taken and ravished.”

Her cheeks had to be red. Her face was flaming hot.

“I’m not a virgin. I’ve had one partner.”

“Your husband.”

“Guys weren’t exactly pushing down my door. What about you?”

“I’ve had too many to count.”

“Really?”

He moved toward her, and even as she didn’t want to, she took a step back.

“You don’t even have an estimate?”

“A real man doesn’t kiss and tell.” He reached out, tilting her head back, and she stared into his eyes. He had the prettiest eyes, and from what she’d seen of his lips, she wanted them on her body, as well as his hands.

She wanted his kiss more than anything else.

“You’re quite easy to read.”

Jo didn’t get a chance to respond as he slammed his lips down on hers, silencing any question or protest from her. With her hands clenched into fists at her sides, she didn’t know what to do or to say.

Hold him.

Touch him.

Show him you’re an actual human being with feelings and emotions.

She touched his arms, feeling the strength even through the leather of his jacket.

The hand that had rested beneath her chin moved, sinking into her hair. He grabbed the back of her head tightly, almost too much for her to handle. Her nipples went hard as pebbles.

Doc bit down on her lip, sucking it into his mouth before breaking from the kiss.

“This doesn’t mean anything. You can fuck without regrets. No one is at home waiting for you. I won’t judge you.”

She closed her eyes, wanting it so badly. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she’d give anything to just let go.

Then do it.

No one is waiting for you at home.

You’re lonely.

Stop being this woman that no one wants.

She was tired of curling up on the sofa each night, a tub of ice cream, and no one to share it with.

Sliding her hands beneath his jacket, she pushed it off his shoulders, breaking from the kiss to relish the sight as the jacket fell to the floor. She gripped his shirt, pulling it over his head and marveling at exactly how sexy he looked. His shoulders were thick and full of muscle, all covered in ink. Running her hands down his chest, she moaned as he pulled her close. He went to her shirt first, tugging it over her head.

She helped him get it off before dealing with her bra herself.

His groan mingled with hers as he cupped her tits. He pressed them together, leaning forward to slide his tongue across each peak.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”