Page 102 of Doctor's Bossy Match
I step inside.He shuts the door behind me, and then his mouth crashes down on mine in an urgent, hungry kiss that makes my knees weak.I clutch at his tie, pulling him closer, breathing him in.He tastes like bourbon and mint.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he rasps between kisses, lips skimming along my jaw and down my neck.
My hands trail down his chest, undoing his tie, then down over the buttons of his shirt.“I told you I wasn’t wearing anything under this dress,” I whisper, tugging one of his hands down to the curve of my hip.
“Rae,” he groans and lifts me effortlessly.My legs wrap around his waist as he walks us through the house like a man on a mission.
“I was going to be good tonight,” he mutters, pressing kisses along my neck as he kicks a door open.“I was going to keep my hands to myself.”
“You were screwed the second I walked in,” I breathe against his ear, kissing his jaw just enough to make him curse.
The bedroom’s dim, the bedside lamp casting just enough light to catch the lust shining in his eyes.
He sets me down in front of the bed, then takes a step back, letting his gaze drag over me.
“Take it off,” he commands.
I raise an eyebrow, knowing he prefers my bratty attitude.“Why don’t you?”
He’s in front of me in seconds, hands on the hem.“You’re driving me insane,” he murmurs, dragging the dress up and over my head slowly.
And then I’m completely bare for him.Which is easier because it isn’t the first time.I feel way more confident.
“You’re going to be punished tonight,” he growls, lifting me onto the bed and kissing up the inside of my thigh.“You hear me?”
My head falls back.“I was hoping for it.”
He tugs at his pants, removing them swiftly and the same with his boxers until he’s naked in front of me.
“Brant…” I whimper.
“Now come here and let me spank your pretty ass and pussy for tormenting me tonight.I couldn’t even stay at the speech.”
“You didn’t hear it?”My dad was talking about the final steps of the chief position and Brant missed it.
“No, but you can tell me about it after I spank you.”
I moan at the first touch of his warm hand on my ass as I drape my eager body across his lap, enjoying the way his thick cock hits my lower stomach.
There’s no slow build tonight, just raw need from both of us.He spanks my ass as I recite the speech, telling me I’m a good girl and to keep going.I lose track of how many times he makes me fall apart.
I lose track of time, period.
And when we finally collapse together, slick with sweat and satisfaction, I curl into his chest, breath still catching.
“You’re dangerous.”He presses a kiss on my temple.
“So are you,” I whisper against his skin.
I’m sneaking up the steps to my dad’s place, heels in hand.
The hallway is dark as I ease the door open, careful not to let it creak.Which I don’t mind, feeling like a giddy teenager and not a grown woman.I like the lightness I feel around Brant.
Inside, I tiptoe through the entry, but a light glows from the living room.
Shit.
I pause, heart skipping.I follow the light, each step heavier than the last.
