Page 67 of Fixation
The bed rattles, and I don’t stop. I rub her clit faster. Lock my hand around hers until pain shoots through my cock and up my spine.
“Hold me. Yes. Fuck.” Pressure at my temples. At the base of my cock. “That’s a good girl. That’s a fucking good girl.”
Her thighs clench around me. A gasp that’s part scream leaves her lips, and that sound…She’s coming, and that sweet, tortured cry is my undoing.
I sink my teeth into her breast when my orgasm hits. I’m spiraling, shooting my come on Harper’s bed. Her hand is soaked with me.
“Oh my God,” she breathes as she wakes up. Her voice is hoarse.
Slowly, as if this moment we’re sharing is perfectly normal, I rise to my full height. Put her panties back into place. Tuck my cock in.
I was right before. I needed this to clear my head. Needed her touch to focus.
I had to fuck her hand. To feel her pussy squeezing my fingers.
Needed all of that to be able to be her doctor again.
“Miss Arlington.” Will I ever get enough of the blush that runs up her neck and darkens her cheeks? Probably not. At least I can look at it from a distance now. Without wanting to smear my cum on every wet splotch. “You’re awake.”
“You violated me.” She raises her free hand to her face. It’s wet with my seed.
For a fleeting moment, her eyes darken. Her tongue dips out to lick her lips.
Harper is going to put it in her mouth. Taste me on her fingers.
The moment is there.
Then gone.
“No.” Fire flashes over her face. “You sick fuck.”
“I preferDr. Maguire.” I adjust the stethoscope around my neck. “But you can call me Anderson.”
“You. Violated. Me.”
“I tended to your needs.” Both our gazes cut to her pussy. To her legs as she squeezes them. “Yes, I did. Are you going to sit there and deny it?”
“Yes, but…”
I can tell she’s dying to cover herself up. My cum is what stops her from ruining her clothes and blanket.
Fuck, I wish I could leave it on her forever.
“But what?”
“I didn’t ask for it.” Her brow scrunches.
“Didn’t have to. Your doctor knows what’s best for you.” I dip my chin. I made a mess of her. I need to clean her up. “And what you need now, after long hours in bed, is to be washed.”
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I’m hot all over. From head to fucking toe.
Shame threatens to eat me alive as I lie here and stare at Anderson.
So much shame that I’m drowning in it.
