Page 62 of A Place Like You

“You brought me food?” I ask, immediately kicking off my shoes with a relieved sigh and shrugging off my crisp white lab coat.

“We’re undressing already, Dr. Lynch?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.

I let out a little laugh as I hang my coat on the back of my desk chair. “That’s not what I’m doing,” I say, going over to Drake and peering at the bags curiously. The savory smell of takeout food makes my stomach rumble. “What’s in there?”

He smiles warmly, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Sandwiches, fruit, nothing too fancy. I thought we’d take a little break and have a picnic lunch in your office. I know how hard you’ve been working, racing around the clinic all morning, so I figured you deserved it.”

I’m touched by his thoughtfulness. My small office is cluttered with medical books and notes, but he has already cleared a spot on my desk and laid out napkins.

“You’ve been working just as hard, seeing patients all day, and I didn’t bring you anything,” I say ruefully. “Is there something I can do for you?”

In response, Drake steps closer, his strong, muscular arms enveloping me and pulling me tight against his firm body. His mouth meets mine with an eager hunger that steals my breath away.

His warm, inviting lips ignite a raging fire within me, and I respond with the same intensity. My longing and desire mirroring his passion.

Our kiss deepens rapidly, our tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. His large, skillful hands venture beneath my blouse, exploring every inch of my sensitive skin with tender, teasing strokes that send delightful shivers through my entire body. I can’t help but moan softly against his mouth as his clever fingers graze my breasts, and my body quivers, desperately craving more.

My hands run across the hard planes of his back, clutching him tighter in an effort to eliminate any remaining distance between us. His thick cock presses against my belly, making me want him more.

The scruff of his jaw rasps deliciously against my cheek as he trails searing kisses down my neck. My pulse races wildly, my heart pounding with arousal. Every nerve in my body is humming, alive, and attuned to him. I have never wanted someone so much and with such intensity.

But I could make this more interesting. A sudden surge of courage and excitement rushes through me as I kneel before him.

“Wren,” he says my name with such reverence it feels like he’s the one kneeling in front of me, about to worship me.

My heart pounds in my chest as I reach for his slacks, undoing them with trembling fingers. I sense his intense gaze upon me, and a newfound desire to please him fills me.

His cock springs out, eager and swollen. I lick my lips as I marvel at it for a moment, my fingers gently tracing its length, making him gasp. When I look up, his eyes are dark and intense, a strange mix of joy and desire.

Drake Kershaw is at my mercy, and I’m ready to make him scream for more.

I lean forward, wrapping my lips around his veiny dick and begin to swallow him.

“Babe, I’m going to come undone fast,” he warns me, moaning in pleasure.

His fingers entwine in my hair, and his hips move in perfect rhythm with my hands and mouth. The intense heat radiating from him engulfs me, and I’m swept away by a passion I’ve never experienced.

With each passing second, my mouth grows wetter, and my tongue explores every inch of him with a hunger that matches his desire. The overwhelming sensations flood my senses, and my breaths become faster, caught in the whirlwind of ecstasy we share.

His moans grow louder and louder, and soon I can feel his orgasm building. I revel in the knowledge that I hold him in my grasp, and the moment fills me with a sense of empowerment I can’t deny.

I own this man.

This beautiful broken man who’s giving me everything. His trust, his heart, even his soul.

Last night, when he wrapped me in his arms, I realized I had fallen in love with him even when I tried my best to shield my heart. And somehow, I’m not scared anymore. I’m ready to open up and let him inside. To give him everything I have and need.

I wrap my hands around him, pulling his hips forward into me as his back stiffens.

“Wren, Wren,” he groans just as he fills my mouth with his essence. The satisfaction of knowing I’ve brought him to this point fills me with a deep warmth.

I can’t help but smile, feeling a deep connection with him that words can’t describe. At this moment, I know that there is no turning back. I am his, and he is mine. Everything else will work out on its own time.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Drake: Morning, beautiful.

Wren: You woke up a little late today.

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