Page 34 of Stirred Up

Not quite as anxious this time, but equipped with almost no patience, I confirm for today’s slot. Ending my lunch early, I go back inside to make sure Whitney or Jennifer are okay covering the last part of the afternoon for me, which they generously agree to with comforting hugs.

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At 4:37, I find myself sitting on the exam table, nervously awaiting what’s to be between the Dr. and I this time.

The door opens as he knocks, his face solemn but still gorgeous. “Addison,” he acknowledges me stiffly. “How are you? Nice weekend?”

I shrug, squirming under his icy regard. “Not bad, relaxing. You?”

“Quite the opposite, actually.” He doesn’t sit on his stool, instead standing before me, his feet spread wide andarms crossed over his chest. Hope I’m the only one who noticed he didn’t bring in my chart.

“Addison, I spent my entire weekend thinking about you, and the whole week before it as well.” He inhales deeply. “I’ve never touched a patient unprofessionally, but when I’m touching you—” He puffs his cheeks and blows out in a loud bout of contemplation then lowers his voice an octave. “When I’m touching you, you’re not a patient, only Addison Porter. I brought you in today to talk, to see where you’re at with everything.”

Quite honestly, I’m in the midst of déjà vu.

“I like you, Addison. My attraction is almost painful and I’m drawn to you in a million other ways I can’t even describe. I was hoping you’d come to the same conclusions I have.” He steps closer and takes my hand. “Have dinner with me?”

Men do the detached, “when it works for me” thing all the time! I start one scandalous, liberating rendezvous and I’m pinned from all sides like a butterfly to a board.

No, no, no.I’ve been brazen and mysteriously enthralled for less than a month and I’m not giving it up yet!

“I like things the way they are. In this room, so many possibilities, private sessions where we test the boundaries…our sexual sanctuary,” I snicker, biting my bottom lip, tempting him.

It doesn’t seem to work. His brows knit together and he shifts back, pained. “Addison, in this room, you’re my patient. And I can’t touch a patient the way I want to touch you…the way I did the last time.” His head drops as he shoves his hands deep in his pockets with a frustrated sigh. The gesture stretches the fabric of his slacks, making it clear how hard he’s fighting this.

I slink off the table and move up against his front, wrapping my arms around his waist and peering up at him from under my lashes. “Then I’ll touch you,” I murmur in a seductive purr, licking my lips. This may be crazy but my brazen lust can’t be contained.

“Addi—”

“Shhh,” I lay a finger to his lips, delicately quieting him, “let me take care of the doctor.” I let both my hands slide gradually down his torso, savoring the feel of carved muscles until I reach his waist.

Our eyes hold each other’s captive, my own yearningdesire reflected back at me, each wanton craving matched. I undo his belt, grinning at him as I unbutton and tease open his zipper, stealing a quick glance down to gauge exactly what awaits me.

With one fingertip, I glide from the bottom all the way up his rock-hard length with provocative fluidity, ending at the weeping, engorged head peeking beyond the waistline of his black boxer briefs.

“Very nice,” I praise. “I knew it would be.”

One low, menacing growl and he grabs around the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his own. His kiss is ravenous, animalistic and demanding, shoving his tongue past my parted lips and flicking against mine. The domineering kiss is effortless to follow, so I reach between us and shove down his briefs, releasing his pulsating cock.

His moan is absorbed into our kiss when I wrap my hand around as much of his velvet girth as I can manage.

With a squeeze, I stroke down to the base. He grunts, releasing my mouth and resting his forehead to mine while one of his own hands reaches around and grips my ass, squeezing almost painfully.

My heart races, pounds as quickly as my hand does,jacking up and down his length. I can’t wait another second. With some struggle, I break from his hold and drop gracefully to my knees on the cold, hard floor. I don’t care though, too hungry to have the huge, pulsing dick in front of me in my mouth. Wetting my lips, slowly relishing the sight, I take as much of him in as I can in a single motion, inhaling the virile, exotic scent from the few, fine hairs tickling my nose.

He’s all man; it seeps from his pores and overwhelms my senses.

“Fuck, Addison,” he hisses, tangling his long, talented fingers in my hair. “So good.” His whole body shudders as I swirl my tongue along his length, then underneath the ridge of the head. I cup his balls with lustful aggression, squeezing and rolling, and I swear his knees start to rock, about to buckle.

Hell yes. I’m undoing him, showing him exactly the carnal heat I want in this room. Over and over, I coat him, sucking his whole length to the back of my throat then pleasing his hole with the tip of my tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he moans, kneading the back of my head. “Goddamn, Addison, suck it, babe, suck mycock.”

He’s unraveling; deep pants, sighs, grunts and pulsing against my tongue spur me on, craving his surrender. I’m heady with power, wet from it myself.

“Gonna cum, baby, take it for me.”

I peer up at him, his penetrating stare already upon me.

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