Page 36 of Stirred Up

“Don’t say that.” He rests his forehead to mine, trying to steady his pout. “You’re not…it’s not like that with you, Addison. I—”

Silencing him with a molten kiss, I scoot forward, rubbing myself across his front while I work open a few more buttons of his shirt. “Touch me…I need my doctor,” I moan into his mouth, the exposed, taut muscles under my hands unfurling my passion.

“Your doctor?” he grates, pulling out of my hold and stepping back.

It’s obvious he’s conflicted, but I need him to see exactly what this is between us. A fantasy, playtime, never anything more.

“My doctor,” I confirm resolutely.

Predatorily, he crosses the room, closing the buttons up his shirt, then turns back to me, a cloud of understanding passing between us. “Strip,” he demands, his voice so low and thick it reverberates over my flesh.

I do as he says, first slipping off my shoes, then sliding my short skirt down my legs, never once breaking my eager stare from his stoic one. After I toss the thin fabric over the chair, I pull off my shirt and stand before him in black panties and matching bra.

His confidence radiates off him. “You’re here for an exam aren’t you, Addison?”

“Yes.” I reply, willing the trembling in my legs to cease.

“Then take it all off.”

I want this, more than anything, but suddenly I’m feeling on edge. He’s watching me, hard eyes inspecting.

Reaching back, I unsnap my bra and let it slip down my arms. “Do you want to help with my panties?” I ask,attempting to bring back the playful doc.

“No, I’m not your boyfriend, remember, I’m yourdoctor.Take them off and turn around.”

Turn around? I swallow. That was never part of his exam in the past. The look he gives silences any questions. My panties glide down my legs and I step out, tossing them aside, and timidly turn away.

Overly aware of every sound, every movement, every nerve, my anxiousness peaks. There’s nothing for a long moment until I hear his footsteps, followed by the loud snap of a glove from somewhere behind me that causes a flinch I can’t hide.What the hell is he doing?

Fingers touch my back, trail down my spine, and over the curve of my ass.

My eyes flutter shut, breath hitching. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice a whisper.

“Inspecting.”

“What exactly?”

His hands roughly grip my waist. “Are you questioning your doctor?”

My breathing rushes out in heavy pants. “No.”

“Good, up on the table and lie back.”

I do as he says again, nerves flipping in eager excitement.Here we go. Back on track.

He stands over me and places both palms over my breasts, cupping the weight in his hands. My nipples pebble, aching to be caressed, teased, and tasted.

“These are symmetric, a solid C fit for your petite frame. And your nipples…” he squeezes my right breast then lowers his head, “are deliciously perky.” His moist tongue sweeps over the sensitive flesh, my eyelids heavy with my rapid intake of breath.

Leisurely, his tongue bathes my nipple with teasing licks. He’s no longer gentle when he sucks it past his warm mouth, his lips closing around it as his fingers mold and knead. He takes his time, giving the utmost attention as he learns every inch. He’s never focused so heavily on them before and I’m basking in it, their sensitivity riveting.

His teeth bare and more than nibble, biting my nipple, a slice of pain shooting out with my purring cry. But abruptly he pulls away, despite my lurid whimper telling him how much I’m enjoying his affection.

I want more. My pout is undeniable but short-lived as I watch the corner of his shamelessly succulent mouth liftinto a knowing smirk. Unaware what to expect, I’m consumed with a sweltering shiver when he dips his head between my breasts and trails his tongue across to the other, properly greeting my left breast. A bolt of heat enflames me, commencing the drip at my center.

“No issues here,” he states oh-so-formally. That’s right, he’s my doctor, and a damn fine one at that.

“Good to know,” I say, staring at his enticing lips. I crave them, almost begging them to come to me, take mine, kiss me like no one else ever could, but I don’t, because that’s not what a doctor would do, and the doctor is clearly in charge today.

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