Page 68 of The Potter

The shirt is ripped from my eyes. I blink away the blur, finding her swollen lips and a smirk that I crave to kiss. Hard. “You all right, Dr. Potter?”

She glances down my body, her gaze stopping at my fisted hand. “No, I need your help.”

She kisses me, and immediately, my hand goes back into her hair, keeping her there.

Gripping her lips, she opens up farther, and I take the opening and devour her just like she’s been doing to me.

“That’s enough,” she says, pulling away with a grin. She drags her tits down my chest, and I groan, the friction almost too much to handle. I’m nuclear, ready to explode at any minute.

“You wanted to come down my throat, didn’t you?” She ties her hair back and settles herself back between my legs.

I swallow, trying to find the restraint not to toss her onto this bed and tie her up and pound into her sweet flesh until she comes on my cock.

But that’s not what bosses do with their employees.

I ease up onto my elbow and slide my hands back into Halle’s hair. “I do, but I’m not the boss here.” I pull her head forward as I kiss and release her. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, Peach?”

My words have been utterly filthy, but I think we can all agree that Ms. Belle pulled them out of me, or it was the alcohol. It’s hard to tell. Both make me crazy.

Halle leans her head into my palm, the soft skin of her cheek like satin on my hand. “I want to swallow all of you, Dr. Potter.” She kisses the tips of my fingers. “Every. Last. Drop.”

And so, she shall.

Guiding her head down, I take myself back into my hand, giving my cock a few strokes as she guides me into her mouth and pulls.

“Fuck.” My head goes back against my will as Halle works me into a frenzy. My strokes are erratic as my back hits the mattress.

“Peach…”

She doesn’t stop at my warning. Instead, her pulls become harder, and her hand wraps around mine.

The friction.

The intimacy of us together, bringing me to a point of madness, all becomes too much as I truly break, letting go deep inside Halle’s throat.

As I lie there, stroking her hair as she eases off, gently kissing the head of my dick, I realize that Halle was never fragile. Never weak.

I should have known she would prove me wrong and show me she could handle anything I threw at her.

I just never thought it would be handling me.

Halle Belle, the southern girl from Georgia, just owned me.

And I’m not sure I care anymore.

Vance

“I’m freaking starving.”

I arch a brow. “Didn’t we just have this discussion? I seem to remember already satisfying your craving for something salty.”

Her cheeks redden at my words. “Touché. But now, I’m hungry foractualfood.”

I eye the robe she’s wearing, the knot loose around her waist. “I’ll order room service—I wasn’t joking when I said they had the best food—but only if you put on some clothes.”

After I came so hard I nearly blacked out, Halle left me there on the bed to shower. It was a considerate move on her part. I had violated so many company rules that if I didn’t own the practice, I would have fired me on the spot.

I’m ashamed of myself. Halle is not only my employee but my patient. Nothing good can ever come from sleeping with a patient.

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