Page 84 of Dr. Intern

“What did I say would happen if you moved those feet?”I chuckle softly against her pussy as I begin to pepper kisses along her thigh.

Claire throws her arm over her eyes and whines, “I can’t, Beau. It’s too much.”

I’m sure she’s hypersensitive right now, but hey, rules are rules.

“Regretting having me go head to head with a sex toy?” I tease, tossing her legs over my shoulders for round two. “I did warn you.”

A small grin forms on her lips. “You did.”

“And?”

I can’t see her eyes, but I’m sure they roll as she mutters, “You were right.”

Chapter 34

Claire

Idon’t like to admit when I’m wrong, but I will confess this to anyone who asks—Beau Buffington is better than a vibrator.

Seriously. The man is the pie-eating champion of the south.

The way he slowly built me up, teasing my body and stroking the fires of anticipation, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. By the time he got to the good stuff, I was on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. We might have to sanitize the kitchen after tonight, but it was one thousand percent worth it to experience him like that.

And the second orgasm?

Better than the first.

By a mile.

I can barely feel my body as Beau scoops me into his arms and carries me across the kitchen, heading toward the stairs of his loft.

“Finally gonna make good on your promise?” I ask, nuzzling into his bare chest.It should feel weird that I’m completely naked in his arms, but it’s surprisingly natural. His warm body cradles me as he takes the stairs two at a time, as if he’s in a hurry for some reason.

“What’s that?”

I can’t help the blush that forms on my cheeks as I recount his promise. “Of feeling you every time that I walk.”

Beau shakes his head as we reach the top of the stairs. “Do you remember every word I say?”

“Pretty much,” I admit, grinning up at him. “We didn’t have to go up here, you know. I would have been happy if you had graced me with your girth on the kitchen floor.”

He laughs and tosses me on the edge of the bed. “Rain check on that one.”

What is it with this man and tossing me around?

And why is it so hot?

I scoot toward the center of the mattress, getting comfortable as I watch him begin to undress. “You really are such a brute, you know.”

Beau’s eyes narrow on mine, but he doesn’t say anything. He reaches down to remove his belt, the muscles in his arms flexing like they’re showing off for a party of one.All I can say is, thank god I’ve got a front-row seat.

“What?” I ask, starting to feel a little less confident as silence settles between us.

His belt cracks through the air as he pulls it loose with one hand, leting it drop to the floor. “You sure you want to say that to the man about to be inside you?”

“Brutish Beau,” I tease, watching his fingers begin to work his pants off. “That one might be my best yet.”

Beau ignores my comment and bends down. He steps out of the jeans to reveal black boxer briefs that cling to his thick, muscular thighs—thighs that look like they could quite literally break me in half.

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