Page 59 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

A sweet pressure is growing between my legs. I rub against him sliding along his solid erection, but even that isn’t enough to put out the fire. I whimper into his mouth, desperate for more, desperate to have him inside me.

He suddenly breaks the kiss, and we both stare at each other, wordlessly. Instantly, we start grabbing at the clothes that are in the way of what we really want. In a flash, my panties are pooling down my legs, and his jeans and boxers are round his. He grabs my ass in a firm grip, pulling me to himself and rubbing his hard length across my wet throbbing lower lips. Then, he slides in.

I tilt my hips, welcoming him. He’s already pushing me close to the climax my body desperately wants. As soon as he’s buried to the hilt, I flex my inner muscles, squeezing him hard. He grunts, his eyes flaring.

I suddenly hear voices from the end of the hall, and it crosses my mind that we might be caught here, but I am too far gone to care. I’m buried under the sensations flooding through me, shuddering as sharp pleasure bolts through me with every stroke. He kisses me again, our mouths tangling in a messy dance. I grind hard against him, riding him with feverish recklessness as I chase the orgasm that teases me every time his cock slides against my clit.

The pressure starts to build, and I roll my hips, moaning and groaning into our kiss. His hands grip my ass cheeks with a bruising clench as he bangs me again and again against the wall. Then, I come. It feels like my whole body is shattering into a million pieces of pleasure. I cry out as I hit the peak, and blinding waves of pleasure roll over me. He immediately follows.

“Fuck,” he growls breathlessly.

I watch him come. He closes his eyes, throbbing inside me as he fills me with his seed. I wrap my arms around his neck as waves of pleasure slowly peters out, and my vagina tingles with delight.

“Who’s there?”

The voice breaks our reverie, and we look at each other with wide eyes. Soon enough, the signs of a flashlight fill the hall just behind us. We immediately pull on our clothes, and he grabs my hand.

We laugh as we run toward the backdoor.

19

LIAM

I wake up slowly, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room.

The bed beside me is warm, and I stretch lazily, feeling the lingering traces of last night’s passion. My mind flickers back to last night. Emma and I had fled the club together, leaving Damon and June with hurried texts, and then, somehow, we ended up here with the thrill of the chase, the urgency of escaping, and the rush of adrenaline.

It led to a long night of passion between us and here we are, with her nestled against me, our night of whirlwind touches and orgasm transforming into a bright morning.

I prop myself up on my elbows, resting my head on my crossed arms, looking at her. Emma’s hair spills over the pillow, a wild tangle of dark waves that frame her peaceful face. Her features are soft, unguarded, and as she sleeps, she looks impossibly beautiful, serene in a way that makes my chest ache with something I can’t quite name.

It’s strange, because I’ve never been one to relish waking up with a woman beside me. This isn't a scene I was accustomed to. Waking up with a woman after a night of passion usually left me feeling a hollowness in my chest, a sense of trouble brewing. I’ve always associated the morning after with a sense of dread, awkward silence, and the unspoken questions.

But with Emma, it’s different. Everything feels different.

She stirs, her eyelashes fluttering open. She stretches languidly, the sheet slipping down a fraction, revealing a glimpse of creamy skin and a hint of the delicious breasts I explored last night. Then our eyes meet. She laughs, a shy, sweet sound, and covers her face with her hands, the blush creeping up her cheeks. I can’t help but smile, the sight of her so vulnerable and real, making my heart swell.

“Morning,” I mumble softly, my voice rough with sleep.

She peeks at me through her fingers, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Were you really staring at me?”

“For the past few minutes.”

“Oh, God no! I don’t look my best in the morning.”

“Lies.” I chuckle, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re beautiful, Emma. In fact, I enjoyed watching you sleep.”

She blushes deeper, pushing herself up on one elbow. “Stop, you’re making me blush.”

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I like seeing you like this, all relaxed and happy. It’s nice.”

She smiles, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. “I’m glad we ended up here last night. It was…perfect.”

We lie there for a moment, the silence comfortable, until I remember the awkwardness that awaits us outside this room. “I should probably apologize,” I start breaking the silence. “For ghosting you. I was being an idiot. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Emma turns to face me, her expression softening. “I accept your apology, Liam. I thought that much was clear from last night.”

I cock my head to the side, letting my lips split in a grin. “Thinking about all that went down last night, I think you’re right.”

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