Page 48 of Hard Hitter

Quinn met her eyes and smiled, giving a nod. "Yeah, I could do that."

She had to remind herself not to lean in and kiss him and forced her attention back to his wrist and forearm. This may not have helped. Smirking, Raelyn lightly traced her fingertips down his unbelievable forearm.

“I thought we were to remain professional in this room, Doc,” Quinn said smoothly, lips curved into a grin.

“Just making sure everything’s how it should be,” she replied innocently, though she couldn’t hide her mischievous smile. “Sometimes these muscles get sore during these exercises. You might want to massage them out afterwards.”

“That so?” Quinn asked, breath catching in his throat as he watched Raelyn’s hand rub the length of his forearm, down to the wrist, andback up below the elbow. Her hand pressed gently into his muscles, wrapping around the width and admiring the strength of his as she remembered how they felt holding her, pulling her in tight so her body was flush against his.

He reached for the hem of her skirt. “And what was that you were saying...aboutfingerexercises? I feel like I might be able to come up with a pretty good one.”

Raelyn hummed, telling herself she needed to back away, but instead staying put. “I’m sure you would be very good at those finger exercises.”

“Should we give them a try?”

“You know we can’t do that here,” Raelyn said, but she found her body moving a fraction of an inch closer.

“You don’t really want to wait until we get home,” Quinn said, voice low, husky, and nearly breathless.

Untilweget home.

Raelyn blinked up to him and it appeared he had also caught the slip. He had a hotel room he was paying for, yet he planned to stay with her as he had been since Saturday night. Was he already thinking of her home as his, too? The thought made Raelyn feel like there was a balloon inflating in her chest, and it wanted to burst at the sight of Quinn’s pink blush that crept into his cheeks.

“I don’t,” she agreed. His breath rushed out of him, relieved, and he moved closer, slipping his hand beneath her skirt. The moisture between her legs had steadily increased since she’d joined Quinn in the therapy room. Her body seemed to physically miss him, yearning and aching for him, pulling his toward hers like a magnet. But she was at her office. And this was...wildly inappropriate.

But, dear God, I want him so bad.

His large palm was smooth against her thigh as it slid toward her core.

Just a little...light petting. That’s okay, right?

Of course it’s not! You. Are. At. Work!

Quinn moved her panties to the side and his fingers hovered, teasing.

Please...yes. Touch me.

No! This is completely unprofessional...not okay.

His fingers slid lightly down her crease and he groaned, biting his lip, eyes closed.

“Quinn…” Raelyn whispered. She wasn’t sure if she was going to tell him to stop, insisting they wait until they get home, or if she was simply enjoying his touch. Maybe both. “We really should wait.”

“Is that why you’re already wet through your panties? Because you want to wait?” Quinn’s touch was light, still teasing, barely touching her. She had to resist bucking into his hand.

Raelyn bit through an agonized groan, “I didn’t say Iwantto wait- I said weshouldwait.” Her eyes began to flutter shut and she felt ready to give in. She sighed, body relaxing, and opened her eyes. Catching the sight of his arm pushed up her skirt-in her therapy room-she straightened and snapped her legs shut, pushing his hand away. “No! Dammit, Quinn- you are a bad influence. You’re going to get me in trouble.”

Quinn’s laugh was a low rumble in his chest, “You almost let me finger fuck you in your office.” Obnoxious pride made him puff up as he grinned wide. “You think I’m irresistible.”

Raelyn gaped, blushing, “I was not! I was just…” she sputtered. Frustrated, she scrunched up her nose, knowing he had the upper hand here. She grabbed a stress ball off a nearby table and threw it at him. “You’re a butthead.”

Turning his head and letting the stress ball hit his cheek before it fell into his lap, he laughed again. “I can’t believe you were about to break your sacred oath of doctorhood.”

“It’s not an oath, andIstoppedyou!” Raelyn said defensively. “Tread carefully, Quinn Casey, or you’ll end up with a new physical therapist.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior from now on,” said Quinn, putting his hands up in surrender.

“That seems unlikely,” Raelyn said, eyes narrowed, doing her best to stifle her smile.

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