Page 3 of Dr. Lillian Harrington
R studied her for a moment, her eyes searching Lillian’s face as if she could see past the carefully constructed façade. Then, without breaking eye contact, R lifted her glass and took a slow sip of her whiskey, her tongue flicking out to catch the last drop on her lips. Lillian’s pulse quickened.
"You’re in the right place," R said, setting her glass down with a soft clink. Her hand, warm and steady, drifted across the bar’s surface before resting on Lillian’s knee. It was a small gesture, subtle, but the intimacy of it sent a shiver up Lillian’s spine.
"Are you sure you’re ready for this?" R asked, her voice a soft purr.
Lillian swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her gaze flicked to R's lips, then back to her intense dark eyes. "More than ready."
R smiled, a slow, predatory grin. Her fingers slid higher, brushing just beneath the hem of Lillian’s dress. The touch was featherlight but enough to make Lillian’s breath hitch.
"Good," R murmured, her voice low and seductive. "Because tonight is about indulgence."
The bartender approached, interrupting the moment just long enough for R to pull back, her fingers lingering on Lillian’s leg for a second longer than necessary. She turned to the bartender, her voice commanding but still smooth.
"A whiskey for her, neat."
Lillian’s mouth went dry as she watched R assert control over the moment, every movement measured and deliberate. She was used to being the one in control, but tonight, she realized, she didn’t mind giving that up.
The bartender set the drink down in front of Lillian, and she reached for it, her fingers brushing against the cold glass. She took a sip, the burn of the alcohol sliding down her throat, grounding her in the moment.
"So," R said, turning her full attention back to Lillian, her voice teasing. "What’s a beautiful woman like you trying so hard to forget?"
Lillian paused for a second, debating how much to reveal. She didn’t want to talk about her family, her career, or the weight of expectations that followed her everywhere she went. But she didn’t need to explain that. Not tonight.
"Too much," Lillian finally said, her voice soft but certain.
R leaned in, her lips so close to Lillian’s ear that she could feel the warm breath on her skin. "Then let me help you."
Lillian’s breath caught, her body responding to the nearness of R’s presence, the promise in her words. She turned her head slightly, her lips just inches from R’s.
"Show me," Lillian whispered, her voice barely audible.
R’s hand slid back to Lillian’s knee, her fingers tracing slow circles up her thigh. The touch was light, teasing, but it sent a flood of heat through Lillian’s body. She could feel the tension building, the anticipation thick in the air around them.
They sat like that for a moment, the noise of the bar fading into the background as the space between them seemed to narrow. Lillian could feel the pull, the magnetic force drawing her closer to R, until finally, she leaned in, their lips brushing in a kiss that was soft at first, almost tentative.
But then it deepened.
The kiss was electric, hot, and full of unspoken promises. R’s lips were soft but demanding, her hand gripping Lillian’s thigh with just enough pressure to make her pulse race. Lillian responded in kind, her fingers tangling in R’s sleek hair, pulling her closer, wanting more.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, the air between them charged with desire.
"Room upstairs," R said, her voice husky, her lips still close to Lillian’s. "Are you coming?"
Lillian didn’t hesitate. "Lead the way."
R stood, her fingers trailing along Lillian’s arm as she moved, and Lillian followed, her heart pounding with anticipation. As they walked out of the bar and toward the elevators, Lillian felt a rush of excitement she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Tonight was about forgetting. About letting go. And with R, she knew she could do just that.
The moment the elevator doors slid shut, R moved like a predator closing in on her prey. Her hand grabbed Lillian’s waist, pulling her in with a firm, possessive grip. Lillian’s back hit the cool elevator wall, but she barely had time to register it before R’s lips crashed against hers, hot and demanding. The kiss was anything but gentle now. There was no room for hesitation or pretense; this was about raw desire.
Lillian gasped against R’s mouth, her hands instinctively gripping the lapels of R’s blazer, pulling her closer. R's body pressed into hers, the warmth of her skin seeping through the layers of fabric, igniting a fire in Lillian that had been building since the moment she walked into the bar.
"God, you taste incredible," R murmured against her lips before dipping her head lower, trailing kisses along the curve of Lillian’s jaw. Lillian’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps as R’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, her teeth grazing the skin in a way that made Lillian’s knees go weak.
The elevator seemed to move at a glacial pace, each second stretching into eternity as the heat between them built. R's hands roamed, one sliding down to Lillian’s thigh, slipping beneath the hem of her dress, the touch deliberate and teasing.Lillian’s breath hitched, her hips shifting instinctively toward R’s hand, silently begging for more.
"Patience," R whispered, her voice low and gravelly, as her fingers grazed the soft skin of Lillian’s inner thigh. Lillian could feel her control slipping, every nerve ending on fire as R’s touch inched higher, the anticipation almost unbearable.
The elevator finally chimed, and the doors slid open. R stepped back, her fingers leaving Lillian’s skin, the loss of contact almost painful. Lillian’s heart was pounding in her chest, her pulse racing as she followed R out of the elevator, her legs trembling with every step.
