Page 12 of Naughty Desires

I bite back a snort. He has no idea how dirty I’m planning to be.

“Now we need to take off this shirt.” I slide forward and bite back a soft cry as I grab the hem of his T-shirt. He’s hard beneath his jeans, and the knowledge that I can still affect him that way makes me instantly wet. Even if he pushes me away, at least I know he still desires me.

My hands smooth over his skin, the rock-hard muscles of his chest, and the firm ridges of his lats as I push his shirt up. And although he doesn’t stop me, passive Chris is not who I need.

After working the shirt around the stethoscope, I pull it over his head, leaning so far forward my breasts are right in his face.

“Christ.” His hands curl around my hips, his fingers tightening so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. He wants me, but he’s fighting it every step of the way.

“You’ll have to put your coat on, Dr. Taylor.” I wrench myself away and slide off his lap. Unbelievably, he stands when I hold out the coat and, with a sigh, shrugs it on to Gary Clark Junior’s soulful voice as he sings “Bright Lights.”

My mouth waters at the sight of him in the coat, with the stethoscope hanging over his bare chest. I’ve never had doctor fantasies, but something about the way he looks now triggers a wave of longing so fierce I have to swallow a moan.

“What’s next?” He clenches his jaw, stares down at me, and I see a flicker of the old dominant Chris glint in his eyes.

“Well . . .” I lift the scrub pants from the table, a purchase from a secondhand store that I made on my way home. “You’ll need to put these on. Street clothes aren’t allowed in the patient rooms, as I’m sure you remember.” I reach for his belt, and he grabs my wrist, holds it so tightly my eyes water.

“Go slow.”

Slow? I am almost giddy that he’s let me take him this far, so much that I want to tear off his clothes, throw him on the floor, and . . .

“Not that slow.” The slight rise in the timbre of his voice scatters my thoughts and I shake my head.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Taylor.” I tug open his belt, undo the button, and lower the zipper of his fly. My mouth waters in anticipation. God, it’s been so long.

Carefully, I ease his jeans over his hips, kneeling to draw them down over his legs. His shaft tents his boxers, and I am almost desperate to take a little lick.

Chris steps out of his jeans, his bare feet almost hidden by the thick pile of the carpet. A few weeks before he was laid off, he fucked me so hard on the carpet I had a rug burn that stung for days, and I loved it.

“These need to come off.” Still kneeling on the floor, I reach for his boxers.

“You’re a very naughty nurse, aren’t you?” he says as I draw them carefully over his erection.

“No, sir.” A smile tugs at my lips as I slide his boxers over his hips, holding them for him to step out. “I’m just doing my job. You can’t tend patients if you’re not properly dressed. It’s hospital policy.”

“And you can’t tend patients in that hat.” He reaches down and unclips the hat from my head. “That’s better. It looked like a sail. Patients might be worried you’d blow away in the breeze.” He gently runs his hand through my hair and my eyes close. A shudder runs through my body, every nerve firing at once, trying to soak up the feel of his caress as the steady, sultry beat of the Weekend’s “Earned It” ripples through me.

I missed you.

“Nurse Taylor?” His gentle tone pulls me out of my head. I open my eyes and look up to see a curious longing in his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Was there anything else you needed to do down there?”

My gaze drops to his erection and I lick my lips. “I should probably deal with this, Dr. Taylor. I believe you aren’t allowed to bring any nonmedical items into the patient rooms.”

“How do you propose to do that, you little minx?”

“I could kiss it better.” I cup his balls in my hand, roll them gently in my palm as I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his erection.

His hand tightens in my hair and his thick thighs go rigid. “This is highly inappropriate. I suspect it is against hospital policy.”

“I have an obligation to ensure you are properly attired, sir. The scrubs won’t fit properly in your current condition.”

Chris chuckles. “I wouldn’t want to stand in the way of you doing your job.” He tugs me gently toward his cock, and I lean forward and take him all in, as far as I can go, stopping only when he hits the back of my throat and my gag reflex kicks in.

“Sweet Jesus.” His breath leaves him in a rush, his cock hardening as I pull away and swirl my tongue over the slick head, tasting the sweet bead of his desire. It feels like forever since I’ve gone down on him. I never thought I’d be this close to him again, or feel this connection. My chest aches as my heart swells inside me.

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