Page 83 of The Potter

Standing on her tiptoes, she moves her hand and presses a kiss over my heart. “You don’t have to let Logan’s death rule you, Vance. The OR has no place for the past—only the future.”

Her gaze tracks down to my hand, resting comfortably against her skin. “You create futures, Dr. Potter. Don’t let your scars take the freedom of this room from you or your patients.”

Her words are full of such conviction that I find myself taking a step toward her, walking her backward and farther into the room. “You sound like you really believe that, Peach.”

She presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “And you sound skeptical, Dr. Potter.”

Skeptical? No. Intrigued? Yes. “You think the anonymity of this room is the solution to my… issues?”

I don’t need to clarify I’m talking about the blackouts and tremors in my hands. Halle has seen me at my worst, enough to know what my issues are.

“I think changing the memory you associate with this room to something different will help your focus and bring you back to a place of anonymity.”

I don’t know that her theory will actually work, but having her naked in what was once my kingdom is rather… provocative. She’s right; in this room, I amthe Dr. Potter. I’m the king of this palace. And my queen… is offering her submission, here in the sanctity of my throne room.

“Well, Ms. Belle.” I press my hips against hers, allowing her to see the power she’s giving back to me with just her faith. “In my operating room, everyone follows my commands.”

Her head falls back with a moan as I press a kiss to her neck. “Yes, Dr. Potter…”

But then, she turns toward my face, her voice a naughty whisper as she comes back with, “Whatever you need to hear to get hard.”

The look she shoots me is lethal—infused with lust, acceptance, and pure sass.

And I plan to fuck it from her face and enjoy every second of it.

Twisting Halle’s hair in my hand, I tug her head forward so I can stare into her eyes when I put an end to her quips for the day. “I’m gonna fuck that smart mouth until your eyes water.”

With my free hand, I reach around her back and unclasp her bra one-handed, watching as the pink material flutters to the floor between us.

Halle’s throat bobs as she chances a look down, my cock straining against my pants. “Looks like the tremors have subsided.”

That they have.

Halle’s presence has an uncanny effect on my body.

She’s the calm to my chaos.

The salve to my burn.

And yet, I am none of those things for her.

Because I let the scars change me.

I let the demons win.

But I can end that here.

I can be her potter.

Threading my hands through her silky hair, I tip her head back, pressing a kiss and swiping my tongue over the seam of her lips until she parts them on an exhale. “Good girl,” I praise, breathing against her mouth before filling it with my tongue. I take my time, nipping and exploring every facet of Halle Belle as her body relaxes into mine.

It doesn’t feel like we’re in the operating room—more like in my bedroom, safe, comfortable, and away from the noise of the world.

Comfortable.

What a strange feeling for me.

When was the last time I have been so comfortable with someone who wasn’t my brother?

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