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“I want to fuck you.”
I whimper, a warm sensation wrapping around my spine and coiling tight.
My back arches. "Tobias," I moan.
"Such a good little doctor,” he groans. “A filthy fucking doctor touching herself for me.” He fists my hair, tugging. “Come.”
His name falls from my lips louder the faster and harder my fingers go, ignoring our surroundings, or the fact Tobias is watching me writhe beneath him by my own hand. The fire builds around me, and I know I won't last much longer, feeling Tobias' hand squeeze my throat, the other holding my hair tighter.
A strangled whimper, curling toes, tensed legs, and I'm hitting my pinnacle as he cuts off my oxygen with his fingers grasping my throat. I try to scream through my orgasm, but I choke, my vision blurring, the music playing through his car a muted buzz.
"See?" He looks at me, nudging my nose with his, the corner of his lips tugging up. "I knew you'd scream my name while finger fucking yourself," he says, crashing his lips against mine as the waves of pleasure ripping through me grow more intense, my heart thudding against my chest. Every muscle in my body spasms as I ride my high, coming on my own hand.
My orgasm brings me to the brink of passing out, panting, the sweat coating my forehead and chest. Slowly, I pull out my fingers, and before I can find something to wipe them with, Tobias grabs them and closes his lips over the digits as he cleans them with his tongue, keeping his blue eyes on me before they flicker closed, groaning his approval.
Chapter 16
Aria
"Did you know Doctor Blythe hasn't been at work in three days?" Gabriella tosses another chip into her mouth. "Supposedly, he's never off sick or anything."
"Yeah, I heard. He didn't sign off on Ivy's transfer either, so we need to wait until next week now."
We got the devastating news yesterday that Ivy’s trials weren’t going to plan. Blythe thinks it’s time to send her home and not waste more money or make her anymore uncomfortable. When I sat down in the meeting, I was spoken down to when I asked for alternatives or for more time, and Tobias butted in by asking for another week, but Blythe told him to leave the office.
He has been removed as my assistant, since more cases have come in for him to help with and all I need to do is tidy up a few files and make arrangements for Ivy. Then, sadly, I need to fly back to Scotland and deal with my real life problems.
Now, Blythe and Tobias have been off work, although the latter has been messaging me nonstop, informing me he had to drive back to his mom’s place to sort out a few things.
Gabriella is going out with Justin and promised she wouldn't come home, so I invited Tobias over. As soon as he accepted, I ran to the shower, washed, shaved, and tidied up.
I may or may not be wearing lace under my pajamas, and I may or may not have bought a bottle of wine for us both to drink. I know he claims he can't drink, but what harm is a few glasses in the hotel room while watching a movie?
Gabriella kisses both of my cheeks before leaving, telling me she loves me and hopes I have lots of dirty sex.
I watch TV for a bit, jumping up when I hear a knock on the door.
Tobias is dressed in light grey gym shorts and a tight black gym top, looking hotter than usual with messy hair, his chiseled jaw a lot more defined after a clean shave.
"Hey." He smirks, looking down at my bare legs and back up to my eyes. "Are you going to let me in?"
"Maybe," I tease, leaning against the door frame. "What's the password?"
He narrows his eyes at me, a smile playing on his lips as he lowers his voice to a whisper. "Let me in..." he steps closer, his mouth delicately grazing mine, "so I can eat you out."
I don't hesitate for a second. I press my lips against his, and he instantly reacts, kicking the door shut and wrapping his arms around my waist, lifting me up so my ankles can cross behind his back.
Tobias walks us to the bed, mouths devouring each other, the butterflies in my stomach going fucking crazy. My fingers twist in his hair, and he pushes his tongue past my parted lips, tilting our heads to deepen the kiss.
He doesn't carefully place me down. No, he throws me, and I nearly fall off the other side of the bed.
"You're an idiot," I laugh, but he cuts me off with his mouth on my neck and his hands pinning my arms above my head.
"Let's see if you still think that when I'm done with you," he pants, biting my bottom lip. He nudges my legs open with his knees and settles himself between my legs, his strained cock pressing against my aching center.
I wince as he bites and sucks on my neck, gripping my hair, angling my head to the side to give him more access, his other hand on my hip, slowly moving under my waistband.
My heels dig into the back of his thighs, urging him to press harder against me.
