Page 49 of Dr. Off Limits

Fuck. I’d waited too long for this. Too long to feel her silky skin against mine, far too many days to see the way her body moved with such grace. It didn’t matter if it was yesterday, I’d been deprived of feeling how wet she was for me.

She circled my crown with her tongue before taking me deep in her mouth. So deep, I felt the back of her throat and the delicious sensation when she swallowed. If I was in heaven, I was happy to die right there.

Panic took over as my orgasm began to stir. Fuck, I wasn’t ready. Not nearly ready.

I stroked my hand along her back and over her arse. It was meant to interrupt her but she moaned, and the feeling around my dick lit a fire inside me. I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted to come and then fuck her again.

And again.

And again.

I smoothed my hand down her back again and this time, I pushed my hand over her bottom and between her legs, coating myself in her wetness. I tried to think of something else. Gilly’s stupid cocktail. Andy appearing at Sutton’s side like a lap dog. I just needed to hold off for just a few seconds until I could bring her with me. She seemed more turned on than before and I shifted slightly so I could push my fingers through her folds and reach her clit. The nerve endings had been fed by her blood supply and it had grown plump. I pushed my thumb into her and she froze as I circled my middle finger over and around, down and up her clit.

Her breathing was quick and short. “I’m not going to...”

“Me neither,” I replied.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said.

I groaned. She was killing me.

She wasted no time making it happen. She licked up my shaft in one big stroke as I moved my hand in and out, up and down, unsure if it was her whimpering with my cock in her mouth or the feel of her all over my hand that had my orgasm sprinting toward the finish line.

She reached her hand across my chest and I grabbed it; we grasped each other like our lives were on the line.

I couldn’t hold back a second more and pushed my hips up, up, up, emptying myself into her. She shuddered on my hand, her back arching as her orgasm tore through her at almost the exact same time.

She sagged beside me, boneless and defeated.

We’d tried to keep away from each other. We’d failed.

After a few moments she sighed. “Are we cured?”

“Not even close.”

“We need to have a clear head for tomorrow,” she said. “This offsite is important to you.”

My heart squeezed at her thoughtful, caring mind. “It is.”

“The bar closes at eleven. I’ll stay until twelve thirty and then leave. You need to sleep.”

I groaned. “What time is it now?”

“Half nine.”

“Three more hours?” I asked. “I want you to stay all night.”

“We don’t want to fuck this up for ourselves. We’re going to need to think about the long game.” She sighed. “Though if we were really thinking long-term, we wouldn’t be here—”

“Don’t say that,” I said. She couldn’t regret this. I wouldn’t let her.

“I’m here,” she said, stroking her hand down my chest. “And I want to be here. But if it’s possible, I’d like this to stay between us. It serves neither of us if this gets out.”

“Agreed,” I said.

“So if we’re giving into this, we need to have rules and boundaries and retain some self-control.”

“You mean no dry-humping you at the nurses’ station?”

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