Page 30 of Dr. Fellow

I’ve made peace with my ruined marriage. It killed me that I failed the one person I promised my life to, that I couldn’t be enough. But I’ve gotten over the pain and resigned myself to the reality of who I am—a man who can’t love anyone properly. And Morgan deserves so much more than that.

“Are you done?” she asks, looking more assured than she did moments ago.

“Yeah?”

“Good.” She nods her head. “First of all, everyone’s a little damaged. That doesn’t make us bad people—it just means we’ve experienced life. Nobody gets out unscathed.”

Morgan pauses, sucking on her full bottom lip. “Second of all, we can be friends while still giving in to the physical attraction between us.”

“I don’t—” I start, but she interrupts.

“Listen, I have no desire to be in a relationship. Not now. Not ever. So when you think about it, we’re kind of in the same boat here.”

“Okay. . .” I trail off, trying to choose my words carefully. “So you want to be physical without a relationship?”

I don’t know what I’m struggling to understand about this—she doesn’t want anything serious, and I can’t give her anything serious.

She laughs and rolls her striking green eyes. “Yes, boomer—it’s called being friends with benefits.”

“I’m only thirty-one,” I correct, shooting her a warning look. “And right now I’m not seeing any of the benefits associated with this friendship.”

“Me either.” She matches my glare in challenge. “Untie me.”

While her innate defiance reignited my arousal, there’s not a chance in hell I’m pushing any more boundaries with her today—we should take some time to think about this.I haven’t been intimate with anyone other than my ex-wife, and while I have no doubt that I want to explore this with Morgan, she also has a way of bringing out parts of me that I’ve never tapped into. She isn’t a sweet, steady lover like I once had. She’s a passion-fuelled flame that burns blindingly bright. But just because I want to make sure I’m ready to feel her fire, doesn’t mean that I can’t have a tiny bit of fun to make her reconsider testing me earlier.

I press my erection into her center, my tone lowering to a rasp. “You think you deserve to be untied?”

She squirms beneath me, trying to grind against my dick. “Duh.”

“Hmm,” I muse, looking up at the ties like I’m considering her request. “Only good girls get untied. Do you really think you’ve been a good girl? Or have you been a filthy little cock tease?”

Her breath catches but she tips her chin up in challenge. “Depends on your definition of good.”

I feel my dick pulse with arousal knowing that she’s completely at my mercy, that she can’t do anything other than take what I’m giving her, and yet she still chooses to bite back. It’s like the tension from our everyday banter seamlessly transitioned to our sexual dynamic, and it sends a rich thrill through me—maybe this could work.

“Wrong answer,” I tut, slowly scooting down the bed. “Try again. This time with an apology.”

Morgan watches me silently, as if she’s hedging my bet and doesn’t believe that I’ll actually leave her tied up.

She’s wrong.

If there’s one thing I excel at, it’s patience. I have no problem spending the time it takes to teach her a lesson, waiting for her to submit to me. I would wait all goddamn day if I had to, and just as the thought crosses my mind that I might have to, she opens her mouth.

“Okay, okay,” she relents with a huff, like she’s come to some sort of internal decision. “Fine.”

I arch my eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“I shouldn’t have pretended that I was going in to work this morning when I had already called out. I did it to get a rise out of you, and it wasn’t nice, especially when you were just looking out for me.” She sucks in a breath that sounds almost painful before saying, “I’m sorry.”

I want to grin, but I keep my mouth set in a firm line. “So what does that mean, little devil? Were you good, or were you bad?”

Her eyes flare with reflexive fire before they close. “Bad.”

Adrenaline shoots through my veins at her submission. I love the way that I had to work for it—how she taunted me before eventually giving in.

“And what happens to bad girls?”

“I don’t know.”

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