Page 6 of Tempting the Doctor

“You,” I breathe, desperate to feel his lips against mine. His eyes darken as he straightens but doesn’t back away.

My pussy clenches, and I can feel my panties dampen as he starts undoing his belt. He’s so close that his fingers brush my belly as works the buckle open. I drag my eyes away from the bulge beneath his fly and up his bare chest until I meet his eyes. He searches my face, drawing out a blush.

I can hear voices on the other side of the door, but they’re muffled. I’m almost hypnotized by the intense look in his blue eyes. He finishes opening his belt and pants, but doesn’t remove them.

We stand there, silent and still. Then, as if a dam has broken, we push forward at the same time. Our mouths collide, and it’s exactly what I’ve been craving since the moment we met. His tongue traces my lower lip, and I open my mouth to let him in. He lifts me onto the table and pushes my knees apart, moving between them. His hands go around my waist and under my shirt, and I shiver at the feel of his palms on my bare skin.

I tangle my fingers through his hair, the soft strands tickling in between them. I imagine them brushing the insides of my thighs and pull myself closer to him, so I can wrap my legs around his waist. My head falls back at the feel of his hard erection grinding against my core, and he traces his tongue down the side of my throat.

“Just like that,” I murmur.

With his hands on my hips, he holds me tight against his thick shaft, perfectly aligned to my most sensitive spot. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I want, Ineedmore. He trails his lips down my neck, across my collarbone, and to my chest where he nuzzles my breasts through my top. My nipples tighten in anticipation of his tongue, and I take a big, shuddering breath, filling my nostrils with the scent of his cologne.

I slide my fingers from his hair down to his broad shoulders and dig my fingernails into his skin, hissing with pleasure when he pops the first three buttons of my blouse open. He grazes his teeth over the tops of my breasts, then pushes my bra out of the way to suck my nipple between his lips. I let out a moan that’s much too loud, causing him to chuckle as he traces the tight nub with his tongue.

His warm breath against my skin makes me grind harder against his throbbing cock. I don’t know if I’m grateful he kept his pants on or frustrated.

It’s probably a good thing he still has them on, but when he simultaneously drags his teeth across my taut nipple and slides his other hand under the edge of my skirt, I start tugging on his waistband.

His phone dings, and he freezes with his mouth still on my breast, his hand so close to where I’m dying to have it, that I think I might actually die if he stops. He lets out a long breath and pulls his phone out of his back pocket. After looking at it, he taps out a message, then smiles at me with lust-glazed eyes.

“Nobody’s dying, so I’m not leaving.”

I’m more than happy about that, and it selfishly has nothing to do with the fact that nobody’s in mortal danger. I pull him back for a kiss, my shaky hands moving back to his waistband while his roam up and down my sides.

The photography assistant calls for me, and with a frustrated groan, I lean back and look at Trey. I don’t want to stop, but sanity is starting to claw its way back. I’m at work, for goodness’ sake, surrounded by other people.

“We’re ready for the doctor, Mandy,” she calls through the door.

I unwrap my legs and slide my fingers down his chest to the edge of his pants where his impressive cock is straining to be free.

I raise my eyes to meet his, dark and full of the same longing.

“I think that’s a little much for this photo shoot,” I say, feeling bolder than I ever have, and run a finger along the hard length of him. “Maybe you should take a minute before your turn.”

Chapter 6

Trey

Well, now I’m on the receiving end of disappointment. I suppose it’s better than the anger I felt when I’d arrived though. I was already feeling frustrated over the emergency that had delayed my arrival. I had promised Mandy that I’d be at the shoot, and come hell or high water, I was keeping my promise. But when I’d finally gotten to the shoot, what I saw set my blood boiling. Mandy was pulling her hand away from the face of a goofy looking young man who was smiling at her like she was the sun itself.

Mandy’s displeasure over my tardiness did nothing to calm my own. It didn’t help that I was just as sexually frustrated as I was angry. We’ve spoken every day the past week. I now wake up every morning eager to see whatever joke she’s come up with that day, and I can’t sleep until I hear her voice at night. But after a week of texts and late-night phone calls, I am dying to touch her. Holding Mandy in my arms now goes a long way to calming my rioting emotions. Her eyes are blown wide, and her beautiful breasts still rise and fall quickly with her excitement.

She lowers her legs from around my waist and slides off the table, pressing against me and drawing out a groan in the process. As I watch her saunter toward the door, the sight of her round ass under her swingy skirt does nothing to make my iron hard erection subside. I can still feel her soft heat pressing against my stiff shaft, and the way she ground her hot pussy against me, as eager to have me inside her as I was to be there.

With a final smile, she slips out the door, leaving me alone to finish dressing and get my libido under control.

I make quick work of changing my clothes and leave the dressing room a few minutes later, grabbing the surprisingly accurate model heart as I go. The photographer waves me over to an area that’s set up like a hospital exam room. For the next half hour or so, she directs me through a series of poses. I’m barely paying attention as my eyes track Mandy’s movements through room. She moves from one person the next, chatting happily. I recognize some of the people here, but most of them are unfamiliar to me. When Mandy reaches the young professor, my teeth clench.

“Dr. Miller,” the photographer says, “could you give me a smile please? You’re looking a little more villain than surgeon.”

Her words catch Mandy’s attention, and she meets my eyes from across the room. With a small smile and shake of her head, she makes her way toward me. She stops next to the camera and gives me a cheeky grin.

She winks at the photographer, then says, “Hey Trey, are you a defibrillator? Because you are sending shocks directly to my heart.”

I’m stunned for a second, then burst out laughing. This woman is utterly ridiculous, but I can’t deny the past week since I’ve met her has been one of the best of my life.

“Yes! That’s it, perfect!” the photographer cries. I’d completely forgotten all about her, distracted by Mandy’s smile and the warm happiness she makes me feel.

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