Page 99 of Dr. Intern

We agreed to break the news to Parker in the new year, which means continuing to maintain boundaries around each other tonight. Something that is going to be really fucking challenging with Claire looking like that.

Her perky tits bounce as she hops over a pile of clothes. She almost loses her balance, and lands on Frosty who meows at her in annoyance.

Same dude.

“But seriously, which dress? Because I think—” She pauses mid-sentence, drawing her eyes along my body as a sly smile forms on her lips. “You look good.”

I fold my arms across my chest, trying to maintain a stern demeanor. “And you look naked.”

If I wasn’t so exasperated, I would smile back. I’m wearing a full tuxedo that happens to fit me like a glove, even though I haven’t worn it in two years. Put any man in a monkey suit and women get their panties wet. Coincidentally, that’s exactly how Claire’s looking at me as her tongue traces over her bottom lip.

“So observant,” she teases, walking towards me with a glimmer of heat in her eyes. “Is that the first thing they teach you in doctor school?”

I feel my jaw clench. Claire has a knack for playful teasing and likes to poke at my habit of stating the obvious. It’s something I typically find charming, but in this moment, it’s grating on my nerves.

“In doctor school they teach us about the importance of punctuality, which is something you clearly seem to struggle with,” I retort, stepping towards her and selecting the blue dress. “Seriously, get dressed. People are on their way.”

She’s practically invited the entire hospital, not to mention several of her sister’s med school friends who barely even know Parker and Cassidy. As of this morning, the guest list had ballooned to around fifty confirmations, and she’s been talking about it nonstop. I’m glad she’s excited, and I would echo that same sentiment if she would just get ready.

Claire lets the black dress fall from her fingers and giggles, a dangerous expression on her face. “You’re kind of hot when you’re mad.”

Something in me snaps. I don’t know how to explain it, but my patience with her games evaporates, and I lunge forward, taking her body over my shoulder in one motion.

She protests, and I swat her bare bottom hard with my free hand, closing her bedroom door and stomping up the stairs to my loft. Tossing her on my bed with a thud, I take the dress from her arms and walk into the closet, draping it on a hanger for safekeeping.

When I return, Claire has made herself comfortable, lounging back on my pillows with a hopeful expression on her perfectly made-up face. An expression that I want to fuck right off of her.

I crouch down and pull out a box from beneath my bed, placing it on the nightstand.

“Whatcha got there?” she asks, batting her eyelashes at me.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I snarl, reaching out my hand.

Claire hesitantly purses her lips before she places her palm in mine, allowing me to slap a padded leather cuff around her wrist. I repeat the process on the other arm, pushing two fingers between the leather and her skin to ensure she has room for circulation.

She’ll be here a while.

I lean onto the bed, sliding a pillow beneath her low back before I take her wrists and fasten them to the ties on either side of the bed posts.

Her brow furrows as she pulls on the restraints. They allow for slight movement, but no more than an inch or so.

Moving down the mattress, I take her feet in my hands and securematching leather restraints to each ankle, making sure to leave the stilettos on. That’s more for me than for her, because seeing her tied up wearing only a thong and four-inch heels is officially a new fantasy of mine.

Stretching her leg straight, I clip in the ankle cuff to the bottom bedpost and adjust the strap to provide the slightest amount of give. Again, only an inch because I don’t want her moving for this punishment.

When I make it to the other side of the bed, Claire’s eyes widen with sudden understanding.

“Uh, Beau?” she whispers, her tone suddenly less confident. “We don’t really have time for this.”

I pull her final limb taut, securing the cuff to the other post so that she’s in a starfish position, her back slightly arched due to the pillow I placed beneath her. Her hips twist, trying to hide that pretty pussy from me as I stand from the bed.

“We don’t have time for what?” I ask, walking toward the nightstand once more.

Claire’s blue eyes track me as I move. “Whatever games you have planned.”

Ignoring her, I take out what I need from the box and place it on the bed.

I climb on top of her and lean down, kissing her neck. “Oh, but I thought you were the one who wanted to play games? It certainly seemed that way to me when you acted like a brat.”

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