Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(49)

Rina gasped for air, and in the shadows of her shed, watched him lift his fingers to his lips and suck off her juices.

She tasted just as sweet as a gulab jamun that dripped with sticky decadence. He couldn’t wait to taste her again, but this time in a bed where he could take his time and she rode his face.

And they would end up in a bed together soon.

“I—you—”

A sound interrupted them, slicing through the moment like a utility knife.

“Kareena! They’re about to cut the cake, and your grandmother wants you to be there!”

Prem dropped his forehead to hers. “Damn,” he said quietly.

“I didn’t . . . we didn’t . . .”

“Later,” he said. “You can touch me later, Rina, honey. Right now, I need to calm down.”

He pulled back, letting her lehenga fall to her knees. They were both still breathing heavy, drunk on lust.

“I hope they don’t know,” she whispered, adjusting her hair and clothes as she slid off the hood of the car. “Just by looking at us.”

He stepped back and admired her in the starlight. “Your father already has an idea that we’re out here alone,” he said. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll walk around to the front of the house. I’ll need another moment anyway.”

She nodded, then straightened her shoulders. Before she could move past him, he touched her arm. “Before you go, tell me what you want to do.”

His stomach twisted when she shook her head, then pulled back. “I-I don’t know,” she said. “I just need more time.”

Prem slid a hand over her bare arm until it reached her shoulder. Then, he adjusted her chunni and dropped a quick kiss against her mouth one last time.

“Fine,” he said. “Then I’ll give you time.” He hooked his fingers in her cleavage, feeling a surge of power when she shuddered, and quickly fastened the top clasp. “But you don’t have a lot of it, Rina, honey.”

“You’ll wait for me,” she replied, her voice stronger now, her eyes cool as she looked straight at him. “You’ll wait for me as long as I ask, because now, Dr. Prem Verma, you’re invested.”





Chapter Fifteen

Kareena




Jericho: Hey, what’s up.

Kareena: Hey, how’s it going.

Jericho: Pretty good now! Tell me three things you like to do.

Kareena: Um . . . I like hanging out with my friends, Taylor Swift, and reading romance novels. What about you?

Jericho: Nice. I like hunting, fishing, and kayaking.

Kareena: Oh, gotcha. Um . . . what do you hunt? Is that a question ppl ask?

Jericho: It is!! And I’m glad you asked. I LIKE HUNTING FOR PUSSY.

Kareena: BLOCKED





Xi: Hey.

Kareena: Hey.

Xi: Wow, I can’t believe there are still attorneys that WORK as attorneys.

Kareena: ?

Xi: I mean, why would I need you, when I have Legal Zoom? Anyone can argue their own case.

Kareena: BLOCKED





Frank: Hey! You’re that viral girl who went berserk on TV! I can’t believe you’re even online after that incident.

Kareena: BLOCKED





Rahul: Hey.

Kareena: Hey.

Rahul: How’s it going?

Kareena: Ha, it could be better.

Rahul: Yeah, online dating is always emotionally draining.

Kareena: Exactly!

Rahul: Your profile is cute. Would you be interested in talking on the phone sometime instead of messaging through this app? Maybe going out for a drink?

Kareena: Yeah, sure. Here’s my number.





Bindu: Where did you go? I need you here this weekend. I have a to-do list for you. You need to fold all the invitations and programs for the engagement party, stamp them, and mail them for me. Then you need to drop my clothes off to the tailor. I am going to the spa. Daddy is treating me because he knows I’ve been so stressed out.

Kareena: No.

Bindu: WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO????

Bindu: KAREENA??? KAREENA!!! YOU’RE BEING SELFISH AGAIN.





Prem: Hey, so I realized that I don’t have a problem with taking off your clothes. Just your sweater vests.

Kareena: PREM!

Prem: Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Listen, I’m going to be in Edison on Friday for a few hours before I go back to Jersey City. Interested in having dinner?

Kareena: Sorry, I can’t.

Prem: Oh yeah? Working late.

Kareena: Not exactly. Uh, I have a date.

Prem: Seriously?

Kareena: Please don’t make this even more awkward than it already is.

Prem: Too late. But this is what you want, so I’ll respect your wishes.

Prem: . . . I don’t have to like it though.





Kareena spent all day thinking about different ways to cancel her date for that night. She didn’t want to go out. It didn’t feel right anymore. Not when she was kissing Prem. Or when he was giving her explosive orgasms by just touching her. God, that was a first.

After they’d gone back into the house, she could barely concentrate. It was a good thing that everyone was so focused on Bindu and her wedding plans.