Page 54 of Doctor Enemy

“I guess it’s not for you,” I say, but I quickly brush that thought aside. It doesn’t matter. I’ve worked damn hard for the money that I do have, putting myself through medical school, getting a studio in Seattle of all places—board isn't cheap here!

If Kurt wants to treat me to something like this once in a while, I need to be able to accept it without feelingless.

The fact that the souffle is literally borderline divine helps with that.

When I finish eating, I stand up, telling him, “I’ll be back. I need to use the powder room.”

Part of it is that I just don’t want to see the amount on the bill, and the rest is that I want to try and touch up my lipstick.

He just nods at me and lets me go… But I’ve barely stepped into the room before he pushes a foot in the door, stopping me from closing it, and playfully slides in behind me.

I huff out a laugh. “Really?”

He locks the door. “Just in case you decide to vanish at midnight.” His hands land on my hips, and he pulls me close. “I thought that I would see if you wanted a kiss first.”

The bathroom is clean, brightly lit, and a private unit. With the door locked, there’s no way that anyone is going to barge in. It smells like lavender and the live flowers that are sitting near the sink.

“You thought right,” I admit, leaning up and kissing him. It’s chaste at first, a brief press of the lips—but at some point, I’ve got to start being honest with myself.

I never actually hated Kurt. I hated that he was with people other than myself. And I don’t mind that he’s older than me. Jackson was right. Olivia isn’t the one dating him, so I can’t let her feelings on the matter cloud my own.

That being a long way of saying that the kiss doesn’t stay chaste for long. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and Kurt takes it from there. Teeth nip at my lower lip, and his tongue runs over my own, swiping against my teeth.

Hands slide from my hip down further and he picks me up and sets me on the marble counter. The loose skirt of my dress billows around my legs, making it easy for him to slide a hand under it and over the curve of my thigh. I sigh into the kiss, spreading my legs wider so that he can slide in between them.

It goes from chaste to burning hot in a matter of seconds. A part of me feels like I’m trying to make up for all of the time that I’ve spent being angry with him. Another part of me just wants him—as much of him as I can get.

Kurt seems to be of the same mindset. He pushes the skirt of my dress up higher, hands on both of my thighs, and then one between them, pressing a thumb to my clit through the fabric of my pink panties. He’s kissing me the whole time, swallowing my gasps and my moans so no one else can hear them.

My hips jerk up into the touch. He rubs his thumb even harder against my clit, then shifts his hand so that he can press his fingers under the band of my panties and stroke over me, bare skin to bare skin. It gets me even hotter under the collar. My hands drop from his neck to his shirt, sliding down, pulling it from where it's tucked into his pants.

“Kurt—” I gasp out his name, almost desperate with how much I want him. With how hard that realization is hitting me.

“Just say it,” Kurt says. “Just say what you want.”

“I want you,” I pant. “Please, Kurt, I want you.”

The words come out as a harsh, needy whisper between open-mouthed kisses. His tongue meets the underside of my jaw, a spot that I didn’t even realize could be sensitive. My panties are slid down, and his jeans are undone.

There’s something raunchy and erotic about the way that he slips his cock free from his boxer briefs, not even taking them off. We’re so close to being in public. It sends another thrill down my spine; I didn’t realize that this was something I wanted. That you could get off on the thrill of getting caught.

But it’s there, this ever-present buzz under my skin while he fingers me open, and even more prevalent once the head of his cock is pressed against me. He rolls his hips a few times, letting his shaft slide over my slit, bumping up against my clit. Each press of hot skin to hot skin has me moaning even louder.

I bite my lower lip to try and muffle the sound.

“One more time,” he insists.

I can’t tell if he just wants to be sure that I’m looking to get laid in the powder room, or if he justreallylikes hearing it. I’m so turned on that it doesn’t really matter.

I hook a leg around his hips, trying to pull him closer. My arms wrap around his shoulders again as he pulls me to the very edge of the counter, so my ass is just barely on it.

I know that he won’t drop me.

“Please fuck me,” I say, the words a low and desperate kind of whine. “Kurt—”

And that’s all it takes. He uses one hand to guide himself into me, and the stretch of it has me slamming my eyes shut. I press my face against his shoulder to try and muffle the soft, needy whines that are spilling out of me. His grip on my hip goes tight, both hands moving there once he bottoms out inside of me.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out. “You’re so good. Fucking amazing.”

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