Page 132 of Fixation
Eventually she starts by asking, “What does your debt have to do with a contract?”
“Open the window.”
“Excuse me?” That really throws her into a spin. “No. I asked you a question.”
I’m done answering questions for today. “And I told you to open the window.”
“Answer me.”
“Miss Arlington, I need to check your throat.” In one of the most perverse, unethical ways possible. “Open the window.”
“I’m fine,” she says, though she can’t resist me. The lock on her window flips.
She pulls it toward her and Jesus. The scent of her.
“You showered,” I say to startle her, since I’m ready to get back to our games.
It works. My little kitten starts backing away.
Like hell. I grab her wrist to keep her close.
“What did I say about leaving my cum on you?” We’re nose to nose. She’s glowering at me, hot and feisty. I won’t kiss her. As soon as I do, I’ll turn soft. “On your thighs?”
“I was sweaty, Dr. Maguire.” She dips her chin, staring me down. The nerve on her, it’s so sweet I could die. “You’re not here for that, though. Since you asked to check on my throat. Here it is. Ahh.”
Her mouth opens as a challenge.
I don’t hesitate to respond.
Two fingers go deep into her mouth. I groan at the feel of her tongue. Her spit on my wrist is turning me feral.
More. Fuck. Can’t get enough of her.
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
Until I hit the back of her throat.
“I could make you throw up for talking back.” Her hands grasp mine while she gags, trying to free herself from me. What she gets is my hand behind her head, holding her face there while I graze my fingers over her throat. “For being such a fucking brat. I won’t.”
I want to fuck her throat. I want to…to love her, dammit.
“You’re my patient. I won’t harm you. Don’t move. No. Let me see…” She stops fighting.
Tears of fear and confusion roll down her cheeks.
“Hate you,” she murmurs around my fingers.
“Liar.” I stroke the back of her throat. Trace my fingers up to her palette, all the while staring into her raging eyes. When I’m done taunting her, when I can’t stand the need to stretch her pussy, ass, and pretty lips, I pull away. “You’re good.”
“You’re a monster.” The window slams in my face.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Hugs her chest.
By doing so, she’s hiding her nipples. The evidence of her arousal from me.
Defying my previous orders.
I don’t mind it this time.
