Page 94 of Doctored Vows

“Not here,” he murmurs over my kiss-swollen lips when I balance on my tippy-toes to grind against him. “If any of them saw you, I’d ki…” Untapped carnal desire scorches through my veins when he fails to finalize his threat.

He doesn’t need words, though. His glare is enough for the men surrounding us to pretend they’re needed elsewhere. As Maksim escorts me three feet to the elevator, they scurry in all directions.

Even the elevator attendant makes an excuse to leave his post. “I think I’m overdue for my break.”

Maksim’s smirk announces his ability to follow unvoiced commands will be significantly rewarded.

Heat sizzles through my body when he places his hand on the curve of my back to guide me inside the elevator. It is chilly today, and my scrubs are as thin as tissue paper, so the temperature shouldn’t be as roasting as it is. It just isn’t possible to be in the presence of a man with such an enigmatic personality and panty-wetting good looks and not get heated up.

I’m burning up everywhere.

“I’ve got her,” Maksim says a second after selecting the floor below the penthouse, his voice sexy and raspy since it is brimming with lust. He works his jaw side to side before he drops his eyes to me. “I will tell her.” He jerks up his chin a second before removing a bead similar to the one Ano wears out of his ear.

“Is Ano pissed?”

He rakes his fingers through his hair, adding to the sexed-up look I awarded it during our kiss. “He is.”

When he twists to face me, my breath catches in my throat. He’s so gorgeously tortured with kiss-plumped lips and narrowed, confused brows that a confession tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it. “I’ve missed you.”

With his mouth curved at one side, he cages me to the elevator wall and burns me inside out with a searing gaze. “You have?”

The shock in his tone surges my confidence and allows me to speak freely. “Uh-huh.”

One of his hands drops to my back, and as he yanks my hips forward to display how much my confession means to him, he asks, “How much?”

“A—”

He squashes his finger to my lips, silencing me. “Don’t tell me with words, Doc. Show me.”

He is so beautiful sprawled above me, so powerful that I let the last of my inhibitions float away before slanting my mouth above his. I’m desperate to kiss him, to feel the heat of his skin against mine, but there’s no game if there’s no competition.

“Did you miss me?”

His smirk announces he read my game plan a mile out, but he plays along like he has no chance of winning. “For every second of every minute.” He breathes in my exhale when he murmurs, “Even the ones spent with a steel rod digging into my back.” I’m already getting the gist of his confession, but he wants to make sure I don’t underestimate his desire to be with me even when we’re not doing anything sexually charged. “If you ever need space again, Doc, can you pick a more comfortable location? My back has been screaming all week.”

His playfulness has me desperate enough to have him that I no longer care about our public location. My lunge for him this time is almost violent. Our teeth clash as violently as our noses, but I kiss him freely and without restraint.

And he kisses me back.

He rakes his fingers through my hair while exploring my mouth with his tongue. It is a wild, tender embrace that makes me needy with passion. I love how he kisses me as if it is as intimate and sexually gratifying as the sex it will forever lead to.

His hand slides down my back and cups my ass before he encourages me to curl my legs around his waist. I moan when the crown of his glorious cock rubs at the entrance of my pussy.

As I lick, kiss, and nibble on his lips, I grind against his thickened shaft, doubling the pulses of my aching clit.

My needs become too overwhelming, and within seconds, I’m stroking Maksim through his trousers while wishing he was naked.

“I need you, Maksim. Please,” I beg, too horny to care that I’m showing how weak he makes me. My clit is throbbing for attention, pounding as loudly as my heart. “I can’t wait a second longer.”

After cussing under his breath, Maksim places me back on my feet, leans over and jabs the emergency stop button on the elevator, and then tugs down my scrub bottoms to my knees with the same urgency I use to free his cock from his trousers.

He is as hard as stone, and the tip is weeping with pre-cum that drips onto my palm when he realizes how wet I am.

“Christ. We only kissed, yet you’re already drenched for me.” I arch up onto my tippy-toes when he authenticates how much his kisses turn me on by slipping a finger inside me. “You’re so tight.”

“That won’t be an issue too much longer,” I mumble while tugging him closer, notching the head of his glistening crown toward the folds of my pussy.

“No. Not yet.” He pushes out like the words hurt him to express as much as they devastate me. “I need you wet enough to take me.”

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