Page 72 of Dr. Intern

Claire

While Beau pulls up a few videos on the tablet, I pretend to busy myself on my phone, though all I’m doing is doomscrolling through social media. I don’t know what I thought his note from this morning meant, but watching porn together wasn’t anywhere on the list. It’s not that I’m opposed, I just genuinely don’t know what to expect.

“Is there anything you did or didn’t like with your past partners?” He asks the question so matter-of-factly, like this is the easiest thing in the world to discuss.

“I dunno,” I reply honestly, feeling my cheeks heat again. “Nothing really comes to mind.”

I know Beau wants me to be more vocal, but I’ve never prioritized sex, so I’m not lying when I say that nothing comes to mind. Sex was always something I did because I wanted attention or affection from a man, not because I truly craved it.

“Sorry,” I add quickly, now second-guessing myself. “I’m not trying to be difficult. I just can’t really think of anything specific.”

“Don’t apologize. That’s why we’re doing this.” He leans over and softly kisses my lips. Somehow his kiss feels like the most natural thing in the world, immediately dampening any hesitation I was having.

Beau pulls away after a moment. He places the tablet on the table, queuing up a full-screen video before returning to my side.

He lounges next to me with one leg bent, his arm casually draped across his knee, and I can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. He’s been growing facial hair for the past month, which has only added to the rugged look he’s got going for him. Gray sweats sit low on his hips, giving a peak of his muscular stomach when his long-sleeve T-shirt rises.

It’s distracting, and I want nothing more than to run my fingers along those washboard abs. Hell—I wanted that long before I knew he wanted me back, I just never let myself fully admit it.

Beau catches me staring and gives me a small, knowing smirk. “Focus, Claire.”

I draw my eyes back to the screen. A blonde woman wearing black, lacy lingerie is lying on her back as a ridiculously attractive man with dark skin kisses down her body. He takes his time, planting his lips in methodical caresses.Beau turned the sound off, so all I hear are his steady, soothing breaths, a stark contrast to my shallow, needy ones.

“What are you thinking?” Beau murmurs from beside me after a few minutes.

I glance over, but his attention is glued to the screen and somehow makes this conversation easier. My eyes follow his and widen as the man has finally captured the woman’s lips with his. It’s sensual and tender, like they’ve known each other forever. I had no idea porn could be this beautiful.

“It took him a while to finally kiss her lips,” I answer without thinking. “She probably wanted him to do that for a while before he actually did.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Beau’s lips tug upwards, like he’s proud of my observation. “How do you think she felt waiting for him?”

I bite my lip, imagining waiting for a kiss that’s everywhere but the one place I want it.It’s exactly how I’ve felt around Beau for the past month.

“Frustrated.”

“I bet.” He lets out a raspy laugh. “What else?”

“Desperate,” I add, because I know that particular feeling all too well. I experienced it last night when Beau stopped kissing me, despite my body craving more.

“What about aroused?” he asks, his voice lowering an octave. “Do you think she was getting wet while he kissed every inch of her skin except the spot she wanted the most?”

“Definitely,” I say. “Though, I think right about now she wants his mouth somewhere else entirely.”

The words surprise me as they come out, but instead of apologizing or getting embarrassed, I relax against Beau’s shoulder.

The couple on the screen make out for what feels like forever. Their bodies rub against each other with increasing ferocity, but they don’t do anything else that I expect. There aren’t any dicks. No juices. Nothing other than passion, and the clash of tongues.

The woman’s nipples are erect, pressed against the thin fabric of her lingerie as she climbs on top of the man and grinds her body against his. The man’s large hands hold her face, not allowing her to stray from his lips despite her best efforts. I’m sure if we had the sound on, we would hear her moans of desire for anything more than he’s giving her.

“I bet she does too,” Beau murmurs after a moment. “Sometimes the anticipation of what’s going to come next is more important than the actual thing. He’s working her up before he feasts on her.”

My core clenches at the thought of Beau doing that to me.

Oral sex has never been something I’ve wanted, because the guys I’ve been with haven’t ever spent more than a few minutes down there. I always felt like it was a chore for them, so I never got off on it, and I most definitely never craved it. But now, I’m curious if the man beside me could completely change my mind.

By the time the video ends and the next one begins, all I can think about is how aroused I am. I can’t tell if it’s because of the proximity to Beau or the video, but my skin feels like it’s tingling. I almost think I need a bucket of water thrown on me to cool off.

I close my eyes, clenching my thighs together to try to alleviate the ache growing there. When I open them, a naked woman is lying naked on her back in a darkened room. Her eyes are covered with a black blindfold, and the camera pans to another naked woman climbing up her body.

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