Page 74 of The Potter

“The rinse stations are to your left. I’ll meet you at the grape tubs.”

I don’t let Vance’s lack of participation stop me from grinning as I rinse my feet, taking his hand as he helps me into the wooden tub full of cool, smooshy grapes.

“Please don’t fall, drown, or vomit.”

My feet sink down into the grapes, each one popping as I apply more of my weight. “How romantic. Who would have thought the good doctor would have such a plethora of sweet nothings?”

I full-on grin at Vance’s scowl and jump. “Ahh! They’re squishing between my toes!”

Jumping once again, I slip and stumble to the side of the tub right into my doctor’s arms. “Didn’t I tell you not to fall?”

I grin up at the man still sporting an epic frown. “I didn’t fall. You caught me.”

“I see that,” he grunts, sliding his hands down to my waist. “I guess if I want to keep the lawsuit count to a minimum, I’ll have to keep my hands on you.”

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I lean in, placing my lips over his. “I think I want more than just your hands on me, Dr. Potter.”

Vance

Icast a cursory look at Halle, my gaze unwittingly traveling lazily down her body. “You’re filthy,” I muse.

Acting on my reaction to seeing Halle dirty and covered in grape sediment would be a terrible decision—but I think I’ve established I don’t make great decisions where Halle is concerned.

But her fucking smile and sharp wit seal my fate as she strides up to me and cups me through my pants. “And you’re hard, Dr. Potter. What shall we do about that?”

I’m thinking tossing her face down on the mattress and spanking her bare ass sounds good right about now.

“Do you find me being messy attractive?” she whispers, her lips brushing mine. “I think you do.” She squeezes my biceps, kneading the tension there before moving to my chest and unbuttoning my coat, slipping her hands underneath my jacket. “You like my chaos, don’t you?”

My breathing increases as she toys with the buttons on my shirt.

“Come on, Vance, be dirty with me.” With a simple swipe of her hand, she smears the residue down my chest, staining my clothes.

“Look at that.” She grins. “Now, you’re filthy, too.”

A man can only be pushed so far before he snaps, and my band of restraint has been pulled entirely too tight for too long.

In one fluid motion, I scoop Halle into my arms and toss her onto the bed, her tits bouncing as she hits the mattress with a gasp.

She knew what she was doing, breaking me down day by day.

It was only a matter of time before I broke.

And now she has to pay—there’s no layaway option here, either.

“Spread your fucking legs,” I bark, unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off as I put a knee onto the bed, my predatory gaze on her body, hungry for something wholly chaotic.

“Ask me nicely.”

I pause, noting the pink on her cheeks, and smirk. “Ms. Belle,pleasespread your fucking legs, or I’ll flip you over and show you how I handle disobedienceoutof the office.”

A hesitant grin is the only thing she offers me.

Message received, Ms. Belle.

Grabbing Halle’s ankles, I yank her to the edge of the bed, reveling in her sudden gasp. “You see, Ms. Belle,” I mind her hips and flip her over so she’s face down on the mattress. “No one defies me in the office—” I push her dress up over her hips and place a kiss on the cotton underwear I’m about to ruin, “—or out.”

The sound of ripping fabric is so satisfying that I moan when her bare ass cheeks come into view.

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