Stop. Did he just say stop?

What happened to “Keep going?” But a command was a command. And Lilli was supposed to be an Osaka Charm girl, obedient in every way. She sat back on her haunches and peeped up at him, hoping to get some kind of indication as to why he’d asked her to stop.

However, he merely looked down at her, studying her as if she were an interesting thought experiment in his “I date hot Australians who totally know how to run threesomes” universe.

An intimidating thought. Had she done something wrong? She’d never given head on an intact penis before, and she read that they could be more sensitive. Was he displeased with her—?

Her worried stream of internal questions cut off when he shifted in his seat, his now heavily veined and fully erect cock tilting right like the leaning tower of Pisa as he reached over to get his jacket.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. He was totally going to leave. Not only had she been late, apparently she hadn’t given good enough head to keep him here. Oh, crap!

Lilli lowered her eyes as she remembered what Miyuki had said earlier about the possibility of her eviction. Given her lack of experience, she hadn’t expected him to keep her around for long. But damn, she’d hoped to at least make it until Doug signed the new contract on Monday.

At least that’s what she was telling herself. A few other reasons she didn’t want to be the first contestant kicked off this particular Japanese game show were spinning in her mind. Reasons that had nothing to do with Doug, and everything to do with the intense throbbing between her legs.

But she forced herself to sit there on her haunches. All her wanting logjammed with nowhere to go as he grabbed his jacket.

“Keep going,” a voice said, husky and low.

Wait, what? This time she didn’t just peep up. She lifted her head all the way up to find Norio…

Holding out a square package.

A condom, she realized after a few blinking moments.

And he wanted her to keep going.

With a lot of mental energy expended to keep her hands from shaking, Lilli reached out and took the square piece of foil from him. Rather ironically, this was the one thing she could probably do as well as a woman who wasn’t only pretending to be a professional escort.

Thank goodness for all the wooden dicks she’d used to demonstrate the correct way to put on a condom during those teen “Heart to Heart” classes she’d assisted with at the Children’s Hospital of Seattle. Remembering her curriculum training, Lilli quickly checked the package, then ripped it open when she didn’t find any tear holes or a past expiration date.

However, that was where all comparisons to the “Heart to Heart” classes ended. The wooden dick had nothing on Mr. Nakamura’s. Heavily veined, and long and thick, it was so impressively erect that his foreskin had fully retracted, and Lilli found herself tempted to do things with it that she’d never imagined doing with the wooden one. For example, she’d certainly never been tempted to put that cool piece of wood in her mouth as she sheathed it in latex. But Norio Nakamura’s hot flesh? It was all she could do not to salivate as she held the condom at its tip and slipped it down over his velvet shaft.

But when she tried to take him in her mouth again…

“Iie.” Long fingers found the nape of her neck, tugging her upwards. “I want to watch you come.”

He wanted to watch her…

Lilli’s cheeks had never felt so hot in her entire life. Nor had she ever been this turned on. No, this wasn’t her. Not even remotely. And this wasn’t the sort of thing that happened to Pediatric Nurses. Like ever.

But she obeyed his instructions, bracing her hands against his hard chest as she moved up his body. Climbing into his lap, she was reminded of the chemistry test kiss in his office. But the position was much different now, thanks to the long rod of flesh between his legs.

Presuming that when he said “Keep going,” he didn’t mean, “sit on my lap and gawk at me,” Lilli lifted up.

She knew after having fielded so many size-related questions from dozens of teenage girls that this was usually when most women would wonder about fit. But not Lilli. Somehow she knew, even before sinking all the way down onto his lap, that he would fill her perfectly. Not just because of her medical background, but also because of how wet she was. And how absolutely she wanted this.

“Hi,” she whispered when she was all the way seated.

Her greeting almost seemed to pain him. And he looked down, his head falling into her shoulder as he rasped, “Keep going.”

“Okay,” she agreed, easily enough…

...until she realized he wasn’t going to move. Had no plans to move. This, like everything that had come before, was all on her.

As if to confirm her assessment, he once again prodded, “Keep going.”

Okay, you can do this, Lilli told herself. Then, gamely, she started moving her hips up and down, eventually finding a rhythm that suited her, then excited her. Her eyes soon fell closed as her hips rolled on his dick, all restraint gone as she chased an explosion she could sense right around the corner.

This was all wrong. She knew she was doing it all wrong. Instead of doing everything in her power to please him, she was pleasing herself. Fellating herself on his cock like a woman without any shame.

But damn if she could bring herself to stop.

“Yeah, baby…yeah…Oh, God…Oh, God—!”

She cut off when two hands clamped onto her nipples and, without warning, twisted them so sharply, a hot bolt of pain sliced through her body, catapulting her straight over the cliff of what until then had only been a building orgasm.

She came with a long, guttural moan. The opposite of the high-pitched Japanese orgasms she’d once watched on late night TV while Doug and Ruby were at an away game.

Blinking, she came back to herself and all she could see was Mr. Nakamura gazing at her like…how to describe the way he looked at her?

With a strange mix of pride and triumph. Like he truly wanted nothing more than to watch her get off. Like despite all his responsibilities—his job, his family, his status as one of Osaka’s most eligible bachelors—there was nothing else for him in this moment, in this world, but her.

And why did she have the feeling that she was looking at him in much the same way as she asked, “But how about you? Don’t you want to come, too?”

His dark gaze raked her face, and then he gathered her in close, his head dipping into her neck as his hips bucked into hers with a rough jerk.

One thrust was all it took. She felt him expand, his lean body going rigid against her as he silently released, gritting his teeth where most men would have chosen to shout out. And fuck, that was hot.

How much control had it taken for him to hold back like that? Lilli wondered. Not to release, until he was ready. A hell of a lot, she guessed. And she then got the feeling that the company literature wasn’t just blowing marketing smoke when they claimed the Nakamura family was descended from samurais.

He held on to her for a long time after. Actually held wasn’t the right word. More like he rested against her, his arms loose around her waist as if this act had relieved him of whatever burden he’d brought with him into the apartment.

What are you mixed up in? she wanted to ask him. Why did that voice send me after you?

But of course she didn’t ask him that. Couldn’t ask him that. Instead, she stroked his soft hair as he breathed into her neck, wishing that not being able to ask a question meant it disappeared from your mind.