Page 3 of The Doctor

Butterflies take off in my stomach, or maybe that’s all the Champagne. It doesn’t matter because I like the way this feels.

I nod, maybe a little too enthusiastically. I’m ready to run out of the building when Lexie grabs my hand and pulls me in for a hug. “Have fun tonight,” she whispers in my ear.

Kade’s phone lights up as he pulls me toward the door. “Our Uber’s here.”

I slide inside the car, and cool air hits my overheated body. Before I have a chance to clear my head of the lust that’s been pumping through my blood, Kade slips inside the back seat with me. All the air is sucked out of the atmosphere.

One look from across the other side of the car and Kade’s on me, pulling me onto his lap, leaving me looking down at this handsome stranger.

Hands travel along my legs and up under the skirt of my dress. My body clenches with anticipation, not caring where we are or who might see me exposed. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he groans.

His hands bypass where I want them most and circle my waist, directing me until my core is lined up over his very impressive bulge. Surging up, his lips meet mine. His lips are soft, but the kiss is hard and full of want as our tongues meet, tasting each other for the first time. He tastes like cinnamon and Champagne. A strange but heady combination.

I rub myself against him, getting wetter by the second. Clutching his shoulders, I press my chest to his, wishing I could feel him skin to skin this very second.

As if he can read my mind, or maybe I spoke out loud again when I didn’t mean to, Kade’s lips trail up my neck and punctuate each word he says with a nip. “Soon, my Rainbow.”

Internally, I squeal. He has a nickname for me already. Rainbow.

We continue to make out like teenagers in the back of the Uber until we come to a stop, and the driver has to clear his throat to get us to break apart. Kade’s probably going to get a bad rating, but I can’t help not caring. Every second with our lips locked is worth it.

The front door slams shut, and I can’t wait any longer. With fumbling hands, I undo his belt and the button on his pants and slip my hand inside, gripping his length.

He’s a steel rod covered in silky skin that throbs in my hand. His pink mushroom head has a milky white drop at the tip, and without thinking, I drop to my knees and lick the salty goodness. Kade moans and digs his fingers into my hair.

I run my tongue along the vein that runs underneath and down to the base of his long cock. He’s huge, and there’s no way I’m going to be able to fit all of him in my mouth. Wrapping one hand around the base, I start stroking him as I lick and suck on his tip like a lollipop.

Breaking away, I look up to find Kade leaning against the door with his head bowed down, watching me.

“Do you by any chance have any whipped cream?”

“Fucking hell. You want to play like that?” He growls. Bending down, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, and stalks down the hallway. The house is dark, and I can see very little but what’s lit by the moonlight.

I laugh at being carried around like a rag doll until I realize my face is eye level with his ass. I grab onto each globe. It’s so firm and tight.

He stops, and a bright light blinds me for a second. He shuffles a few things around, items clink, and then we’re bathed in darkness once more.

In a matter of what feels like seconds, I’m being placed back on my feet. My eyes try to adjust to the dark room when a soft light turns on.

Kade places a carton on the bedside table and then looks over at me with hungry eyes.

“I don’t have any whipped cream, but I thought ice cream might do the trick.”

“Hmm, even better,” I take a step into him and start to undo the buttons on his shirt. “I want to see you naked.”

“Good, because I want to see you bare as well.” He peels off his jacket and throws it on the back of a chair before he kicks off his shoes and then his pants while I continue to work on removing his shirt. I’m met with finely sculpted muscles and smooth skin and what has to be an eight-pack with a deep V that leads down into his boxer briefs.

“Take those off,” I point to the offending material covering what I want to see more than anything.

He slips off his underwear, and I’m not disappointed. The man before me is my dream man. I stand there drinking him in.

“Now for you.” He moves, grasping the zipper on the back of my dress. With the push of the fabric on my shoulders, my dress falls to the floor, leaving me in only my red lace bra and panty set. I send a silent thank you to Lexie for making me buy it earlier in the day.

“If I’d known you had that underneath your dress, I wouldn’t have been able to contain myself back at the exhibit,” he groans, stroking himself as he looks at me, taking his fill.

“You don’t have to wait any longer.” I kneel down before him and smile wickedly up at him before I open the tub of ice cream. This is going to get messy, but who cares when it’s for the sake of fun. I can’t wait to lick every drop of ice cream off him.

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