Enticement by Madelynn Ellis

pulse point in her neck. His hand drifted down over her stomach and slipped between her thighs to find her dripping wet. “Oh, that sort of dream was it?” He laughed. “Am I not giving you enough?” He rolled onto his back, pulling her on top, so she straddled his thighs.
    “I thought you were knackered.”
    “Only certain bits of me. My elbow.” He pointed and she bestowed a kiss there. “My right knee.” Another kiss, though that one involved some wriggling. “My nose, my left nipple.”
    “Let me guess, your cock?”
    Laughter rumbled through his chest again. “No, I think that bit’s definitely wide awake.”
    “Then we’d best make sure he stays that way.” She closed her mouth over the head of his erection.
    “Oh, god, Evie. You have the mouth of a fucking angel.” And he lapsed into a string of sighs.
    That’s right Ross. Drive away the images of the past by fucking me. He did taste good. The sexual tension remaining from her dream tingled with renewed interest. She left off sucking just as soon as Ross was really hard and meandered up his body until their lips met and their bodies joined.
    Still, no matter how hard she rode him, or how powerfully he thrust into her, she never quite dislodged the impish version of Kit sitting on her shoulder.
    “Shit!” she cursed as she came, wondering if even now, Kit was lying in bed listening to them and driving his cock through the ring of his fingers.

Chapter Five
    The weekend soon passed, Sunday bleeding into Monday and so on. Both Ross and Evie fell into their normal patterns of work and play, while Kit made a start on transforming Rose Cottage. By Friday, he’d started disappearing before dawn and not returning until late in the evening. “Keeping busy and keeping out of the way,” he’d told Ross that morning when he’d challenged Kit on the front drive before they went their separate ways. “Figure I came on a bit strong and rattled Evie’s cage, so I’m downplaying my presence.” Although Ross had accepted the explanation, he suspected there was more to Kit’s prolonged absences than lulling Evie into a false sense of security. More likely, he’d been holing himself up in the cottage hoping the village wouldn’t notice him. Curiously, the ploy appeared to be working. Despite Doris’s less than subtle greeting in the pub, no one else had commented on his friend’s return.
    A knock on the surgery door disturbed his thoughts. “Are you free? Oh, yes, you’re free. Wonderful.” The owner of the chirpy voice waddled into the surgery, arm aloft, trailing a small dog on a lead.
    “Nice to see you again, Mrs. Hawes, and Hamish, of course. What can I do for you today?”
    “Just his nails, please, Ross. I know I could get Margery to do it in her mobile unit, but between you and me, I’m not so sure she does quite as good a job.”
    “Nails, right,” said Ross, his head going down as he looked around for the clippers. Scratch the lack of gossip. There was one reason behind this impromptu pet pedicure and one only. Sheila Hawes relished gossip in much the same way other folks loved chocolate, and was never more satisfied than when presented with a nice juicy morsel. The bigger the scandal, the greater the delight in her beetle-black eyes, and the more stops on her busy social calendar.
    “I saw Doris yesterday. Went to her knitting circle, not that she knits much now with her arthritis crippling her joints, but she does still like to chat.”
    Yes, here it was, thought Ross. Wait for it… Wait for it.
    “She said she’d run into you in the Boar. Think Doris half thought you might show up and surprise us all. Silly bleeder,” she added with a cackle.
    “Surgery,” muttered Ross. He found just the implication of a sick animal on the operating table generally derailed too much digging into his actual doings and whereabouts. Folk didn’t like to think too hard about sick pets, and he didn’t like to tax himself too hard with the