Page 22 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

AJ’s hands travel farther up under my shirt until they trace the underside of my bra. I arch my back, pushing my chest against him. He takes the hint and slides the bra up, releasing my breasts from their prison.

His thumb passes slowly, deliberately, over my nipple.

“Yes, AJ,” I cry out.

I try to keep as quiet as I can since this is still a doctor’s office, but I can’t help it. AJ’s touch feels too good to bite my tongue.

AJ pulls away from our kiss to meet my eyes.

“You like that, Amber?”

“So much.”

I lean forward, hoping for another kiss, but he moves farther away from me.

“I can think of something you’ll like even more,” he whispers.

My eyes wander down to the bulge in his scrubs. AJ chuckles.

“Not that, not yet. There will be plenty of time later for more fun. Today, I want to taste you.”

The hand that is pleasuring my tits leaves my shirt and travels to my skirt. I am so glad I didn’t opt for slacks today! The skirt gives AJ much easier access.

“Get on the exam table,” AJ demands.

I scurry away from him and onto the paper-covered table. At least cleanup will be easy.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

I do as I’m told. My panties are soaked. I hope my juices don’t go through the paper. Who is going to clean this up? Surely, AJ wouldn’t let one of his nurses or his secretary find out what we’re doing.

“That’s it,” AJ murmurs encouragingly. “I’m going to make you feel good, Amber.”

He travels slowly up my legs, kissing my thighs as he works his way toward my panties. With one swift movement, the red fabric is pulled from my drenched pussy and discarded on the floor. I don’t think I’ll be getting those back.

“You’re so wet, Amber. You love this.”

“Yes, I do. Please, I need more.”

AJ peeks out from under my skirt to grin at me.

“Patience, Amber. You don’t want to rush this, trust me.”

With that, he is back between my legs. I grip the sides of the table to keep myself balanced. AJ kisses and licks everywhere but my waiting pussy. It’s torture!

Finally, his tongue dips between my swollen lips. I nearly come just from the contact! I’ve never been this sensitive before. AJ knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Oh, yes! AJ!”

“That’s it, Amber. Let yourself enjoy this.”

I do. AJ laps at my pussy, focusing his attention on my clit. He plunges two fingers deep inside me, causing me to jump. It feels so damn good, I wish I never had to leave.

My orgasm builds as AJ continues to please me with his mouth.

“I’m close,” I warn him.

“Yes, Amber. I want you to come on my face. Let go, baby.”

With that, my entire body shutters. My pussy walls contract around Blake’s fingers. He continues to lick and suck as the juices flow from deep inside me.

I’m still panting when he escapes from between my legs and crawls onto the table to kiss me. I can taste myself on his lips.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.

“I’d say that was a successful appointment, Ms. Hart,” AJ says with a conspiratorial grin. “Make sure to set up another one with the secretary.”

We kiss one last time, but it’s time for me to go. I need to get back to work, and I’m sure AJ has more patients to see. After he has cleaned himself up, of course.

“Thank you,” I say. “For the…appointment.”

“Have a good night, Amber.”

With that, I gather up my coat and purse and head out the door. After making another appointment for as soon as possible, I leave the office.

The walk back to work is a blur. I make it into the elevator and to my desk without ever registering what’s going on.

It’s not until I sit down on my cool, leather chair that I realize I’m not wearing any panties.

I’ve never gone commando to work before.

Knowing that my panties are still in AJ’s possession gets me through the embarrassment. I hope he enjoys having a token of my appreciation.

Next time, I need to get something from him.

8

AJ

Everyone has their own way of dealing with stress. My father, when he was alive, would go fishing. I always thought it was too boring, sitting out on a lake hoping the fish would bite.

My mother used to smoke to handle her stress. Luckily, she gave that up after a health scare. Now, she chews gum. At least that’s healthier than tobacco.

For me, I go bowling.

“Hey, AJ!” my buddy, Mike, calls out.

He’s grabbing his ball from the bag and setting it on the rack. I wave to Greg, who works the front desk, and make my way to the lane Mike claimed for us.

“How’s it going, man?” I ask. We shake hands and then go in for the half-hug. It’s the same every time we see each other.

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