Page 14 of Lonely
As I buckled my belt, I watched him breathe through his nose, rough and fast.
His hard cock demanded attention as it stood at full mast.
When I straightened, he tipped his chin as if to say,My turn.
The shift in power hit me like a slap. I wasn’t ready. Carter wasn’t a man. He was the devil, and I’d just handed him my soul.
“You want to abuse young men, Doctor? Is that what gets you off?” His voice cut like a blade. “Don’t chicken out now. Suck my cock.”
A cold sweat broke across my back. My tongue slid over my bottom lip as I stared at him . . . at that veiny dick, those round, swollen balls.
God, I loved his balls. They looked so full.
As if he could read my filthy mind, he drawled in that deep, husky voice, “What do you like about me, Doctor?”
“Your youth,” I answered, without hesitation. “You’re so strong.”
He hummed, smiling like a predator.
A slightly unhinged smile.
The smile of a man who was trapped and had nothing left to lose.
“What’s stopping you, Doctor? You didn’t hesitate before.”
“God is watching.”
“God is always watching.” His voice washed over me like a forbidden prayer. “You seem to like my balls, Doctor. You keep staring at them.”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “You’re the Devil.”
The back of my hand cracked across his face, whipping his head to the side.
“Be gone, Devil!” I shouted.
Fleeing the room, I slammed the door behind me.
The Devil wore Carter’s skin too well. And God help me, I craved damnation.
Anna rushed to my side, fussing over me with soft hands and red lips. “Oh, Doctor, maybe you should sit down. You look awfully pale.”
She tried to sidestep me to open the office door, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her against me.
A yelp slipped from her lips, her small breasts pressing into my chest. She looked up at me with wide, innocent eyes.
“Doctor?” she asked, her voice breathier than usual.
Frazzled, I stepped back and smoothed down my tie. “I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? Can I get you anything?”
I shouldn’t look at her shins, or the ankle bracelet.
My devious gaze rose to her breasts. Mother was right. She was a dangerous temptation.
“Get back to work.”
Before she could say another word, I escaped back into my office and slammed the door in her face as she started to speak.
