Page 2 of Doctor Do-Over

I want to argue that I can pay for my own drink, but I can tell from the way his body tightens and the tone of his voice that Tanner is a Dominant. I know he’s doing what he desires, and a part of me likes that he wants to take care of me. Most of my college friends and the guys I dated expected me to pay because I have money.

As soon as Tanner lets go of my neck, I feel the loss and can’t stop the whimper.

“Don’t worry, kitten, we’ll take care of you soon enough.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead. It’s chaste but feels like everything. Sweet and sexy all in one.

I’ve only had a couple of sexual partners, nothing meaningful. They were more for a quick release, and sometimes I didn’t even orgasm. I would have to fake it. I hope that’s not what happens with Tanner. I want to explore these feelings with him and discover this world together.

He stands and holds out a hand for me when he finishes paying. I take it without worry. It’s strange how much I trust him. I pause briefly to let the usual dizziness fade when I stand. Tanner waits patiently until I’m ready to move, his grip on my hand steadying me. It’s as if he knows me and my medical condition. I nod, and he guides me out of the bar and toward the hotel lobby with his hand resting on the small of my back. His hand is so big against my small, curvy body that I can feel his pinky lightly pressing into the crack of my ass, with his thumb resting just below where my bra strap would be.

As he slides his hand up my back, I can sense the moment he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. His body tightens like a coil. His hand stops at the back of my neck, and he wraps it around me again. A thrill runs through me, raising the hair on my arms. The power I’m giving him is stirring something deep inside, turning me on. I love how much he wants to touch me, even in the short time we’ve known each other. I notice the gazes of others on us, but I ignore them and pay attention to the sexy man beside me.

The elevator doors slide open, and he presses a card against the panel when we enter. I watch as the penthouse floor lights up. I don’t say anything. In my mind, I know what this is going to be. I want to explore this desire I’m feeling and go from there.I try not to overthink it or react to the fact that I’m also on the penthouse floor.

Tanner

I only stepped into the bar for a quick drink before heading to the club to relieve some tension. I’m still waiting for my membership at my local club to be approved, but since I’m originally from New York, I already had a membership to the one here in the city. This conference I’m attending has been a complete pain in the ass. To make matters worse, there was also a comic convention going on in the conference center, so there were a lot of strange and weird people walking around in costumes or being loud. I like peace and quiet. I crave it as much as I do dominance.

I was completely blindsided by the beautiful little nymph I’m currently wrapped up in. As soon as I walked into the bar, my eyes were on her. But when she looked up at me and I saw her striking blue-gray eyes, I knew I had to have her, if only for tonight. I feel her tremble slightly when the penthouse floor lights up.

I’ve been careful with my money, investing wisely instead of spending it flagrantly while I was in medical school. Now I have money to spend, and I plan on doing just that. I already have a nice car, and as soon as I get back to Eastport, I’ll be looking for a new house. I was raised by penny-pinching parents who sacrificed everything to get me through medical school. But when they both died while on their first vacation, I realized thatsaving isn’t always the answer. You have to live in the moment, and this is the perfect example.

I want Wryan, and I’m going to have her.

I can feel the sexual tension between us climbing as the elevator slowly ascends. With my thumb, I gently caress her neck, right over her carotid. Her skin is so soft, and her sweet, chai scent engulfs me in the confined space. I can’t wait to see if her cream is just as tasty. She shivers under my hand, and I know she feels my need as much as I feel hers. She turns her head and tilts it back slightly so she’s looking up at me. Her petite body is curvy in the right spots. Her breasts are small but the perfect palmful. I’m going to suck those nipples peeking through the material of her dress. The light overhead glints off the delicate gem in her nose piercing, and the gold ring in her eyebrow also shines. My eyes trail down the ink on her arms. From this angle, I can see a hint in her cleavage that I want to explore. I plan to trace my tongue over all the designs on her body.

Her pupils dilate as she continues to stare up at me. I don’t break eye contact as I lean down and kiss her pert little nose. She whimpers, and I know I’m going to enjoy myself with her. She’s responsive, delicate, and small. I’ll be able to position her where I want and give her the pleasure we both seek.

I should ask her age because she looks so young. I know she’s legal, not just because she was drinking in the bar, but also because of all the ink on her skin. That level of body art can only be done if she was older. How much younger than me she is should bother me, but it doesn’t. I don’t care. I need her.

The elevator stops, and as the doors slide open, she finally breaks eye contact. She steps out first and turns to the left. I cock my head in question. How did she know I was on the left? There are only two penthouse suites in this hotel. I wanted the one on the right because it has a better view of the city, showcasing theEmpire State building, One World Trade Center, and the Statue of Liberty. The left suite has a view of Central Park and the Upper East Side. They both offer beautiful views, but I prefer the one on the right. I try to book it every time I come here, but this time it was already taken.

I don’t question her but lead her to the door, pressing my card against the reader to unlock it. Before she steps over the threshold, I squeeze her neck gently. She pauses and looks up at me with those wide, blue-gray eyes. I move around her and stand in the doorway, looking down at her. I want to touch her. I miss the feel of her skin under my fingers.

“Kitten, before you step inside, I need you to understand that you are in charge. Anything you don’t want done, I’ll stop. If you get scared, I’ll stop. But once you cross this threshold, you are mine.” I pause, unsure why I said those words. “For tonight,” I add, but it doesn’t feel right. I want her to be mine. I don’t want any other man to have her.

“I want to be yours, Tanner.” Her voice has a breathless quality to it.

I reach out my hand. She slides her delicate hand into mine, and I notice the callouses on her skin. I pull her into the room and spin her around. My palm swats her ass, and she squeals and turns to look at me. There’s a dusting of pink along her cheeks. I hold her gaze as I slide my hand down to adjust my cock pressing into the zipper of my slacks. I turn back to the door to close and lock it.

When I turn around, I find she’s moved further into the room.

“This is a nice view.”

“I usually get the other suite with the cityscape.”

“It’s still lovely,” she replies, turning back to me, and her lips curl up in amusement.

I wonder briefly about her attitude before the image of her against that backdrop turns me on, and I know exactly what I’m going to do to her first. I move to the bar and pour myself a couple of fingers of Jack.

I turn around and lean against the bar. “How much did you drink downstairs?” I don’t want her to be intoxicated.

“I only had a sip before you joined me.”

“Good.” I move toward her and hold out my glass. “Take a sip.” She turns the cup to place her lips where mine just were before taking a small drink. She keeps her eyes on me the whole time, turning me on more. “Little kitten, you are playing with fire. We must clear up a few more things before I ravage you.”

“Like what?” She tips her head to the side and flutters her eyelashes in a slow blink.

“Are you single?” I learned a long time ago that just because a woman wants to have sex with you doesn’t mean she’s available.

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