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“God,” he rasps, voice shot to velvet, pulling me closer, “I’d take you on this desk if I didn’t have surgery in twenty.”
“I can wait,” I whisper, breathless and smug.
“It’ll be at least three hours.”
“Then you’d better make it worth my time,” I say, catching his tie. “And keep the white coat on.”
His jaw tightens, the filth in his smile doing something to gravity. “Fuck, baby—almost thirty years in medicine and you’re the one to give me a doctor kink.” His lips drop to my neck. “I’m going to earn every minute of your patience.”
“Go scrub in,” I say, stepping back and unzipping my pants just enough to make his chin drop.
“What are you doing?”
“Making myself comfortable.”
“Mia, stop.” It’s a half beg, half order; none of it convincing. “I can’t walk out there with a hard-on.”
“Then you'd better hurry, Doctor. Because I intend to lie back on that exam table and keep myself busy while I wait.”
He yanks my top down before I can strip it all off and curses under his breath.
“Lock the door,” he says in a hurry. “Fuck’s sake. Double-check the bolt.”
He kisses me. Untamed, hard, and maybe a bit punishing too. “You’re this perfect and expect menotto propose now that I can? Good luck with that, Miss Thorne. It’s coming.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
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Surgery is a success.I tell everyone I’m done for the day and heading home, then bolt straight back to my office. I test the handle first, and relief hits when I find it locked.
I knock. “Mia, it’s me.”
Her heels tap a quick staccato as she crosses to the door. She cracks it open, just enough to expose a sliver of her face before she lets me in and shuts the door. Mia stands there in nothing but her heels and a hospital gown. It’s a standard-issue one, meant to open in the back. But she’s flipped it. The drawstrings hang loose, the front gaping into a ‘V’, the fabric falling open enough to show the swell of her breasts. Plain cotton, the ugliest print known to mankind, and somehow she’s turned it into something that belongs in a sex shop, not my drawer. I’m hard on the spot.
I close the distance and pull her body into mine, grinding my hard-on against her before I even lay out the rules.
“This is my place of work, Trouble. My officewalls are paper-thin.” Blatant lie. I’ve had full-blown arguments with colleagues about cases in this office, and not a single word carried. But this suits the game I’m about to play with her. “You make a sound, we stop. You will swallow every noise for me, understand?”
Mia bites her lower lip, always so eager to please.
“Sit on my desk. I haven’t eaten a thing today. You’re about to be my next meal.”
Her thighs twist, and she lets out the softest whimper. My good girl is already following my orders.
I drop into my chair, which feels like a throne right now, and watch her come to me. Her tentative steps grow bolder, and by the time she nears my desk, Mia’s turned the office into a runway and me into a captive audience of one.
She hoists herself onto my desk and crosses her legs, all fake composure. She won’t hold that pose for long.
“What brings you to my office today, Miss…” I flip through an imaginary chart. “Thorne?”
Her smile doubles and I know she’s up for some role playing.
“Oh, Doctor. It’s my pussy. It’s swollen and aching. It feels like it has a pulse.” She spreads her thighs and taps just above her clit, giving me a full view. “Right here.”
“Gyne isn’t my department, but since you’re already here, and in such desperate need of attention…”
“Doctor, you took an oath to help others!”
