Page 76 of The Potter

“I sure hope not.” Her gaze goes to my cock, straining against my pants, begging to come out. “Otherwise, I fear for the safety of the people at this resort.”

She’s hilarious but not wrong.

“Oh, trust me, the only one who should be concerned for their safety right now is you.” I’m going to fuck this woman into the mattress.

She grins as I stack pillows in two rows of two. “I’m not scared of you, Vance.”

“You should be.”

“But I’m not, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Clearly. Halle has never backed down. Not when I was rude and certainly not when I told her no. It’s the main reason my dick and I are having problems walking away from her now. It’s why I continued to make up excuses to see her again. Picking her up for work… Taking her home… Making sure no other surgeon touched her…

I’m addicted to Ms. Belle, and I can’t explain why.

At first, I thought it was because she had shown me an act of kindness when I blacked out in the bathroom, but I’m not sure that was the start of my infatuation with Halle. To be honest, I think I was intrigued the minute she walked into my office and asked me about layaway. Like I wasn’t a world-renowned surgeon. Like I was just another doctor. Nothing special. Nothing noteworthy.

The weight of Logan’s death and his wife’s subsequent lawsuit had me second-guessing clinical decisions so much that the pressure of being a surgeon developed into a debilitating disease. And then, this sassy, southern belle comes into the mix and makes me feel like I’m back in med school with no expectations or legacies to live up to. To her, I’m just another face in the crowd.

“Come here.” I hold out my hand and beckon Halle forward.

She sits up, her excited smile beaming as she crawls to me on the bed until she reaches the end. “Now what, Dr. Potter?”

I finger her dress. “Take this off.”

I want to seeallof her.

“As you wish.” She shimmies the fabric up and off her shoulders, her tits bare underneath as she finds my gaze on her breasts.

“A bra didn’t work with this outfit?”

Why does the thought of anyone possibly getting a peek at her hardened nipples through the thin fabric make me want to rage?

Reaching out, I roll the hardened bud between my fingers. “Do you do that a lot?”

Do I need a policy requiring bras?

She leans forward pressing her lips against mine, and I waste no time drawing her closer, parting her lips with my tongue and kissing her roughly before pulling back. “We’re gonna discuss this later.”

I can’t wait another second to be inside her.

“Whatever you say, Dr. Potter. You’re the boss.” She flashes me a wink. “At least to most people.”

Before another smart-ass comment can come out of her mouth, I scoop her up wedding-style and carry her to the other side of the bed, laying her on her side between the pillows, which I rearrange behind her back and under her head and hip. “Don’t even think of moving.”

I’m liable to lose my shit completely as pent-up as I am.

It takes me a matter of seconds to shuck off the rest of my clothes and crawl across the bed to where Halle awaits, naked and flushed, while her wide eyes sweep along my body.

“You really should eat more chicken, Dr. Potter. It would do wonders for that whole six-pack abs thing you have going on.”

I tip her chin, lying down next to her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Right after I come inside her—fuck. “I don’t have a condom.” Unlike Astor, I don’t come to these conferences with the intention of getting laid. I haven’t needed a condom in a very long time.

Halle pauses. “Surely, you’re clean, right? Being a doctor and all…”

I grin. “Being clean has nothing to do with being a doctor, but yes, I’m clean.”

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