Page 16 of Naughty Desires

“Dr. Taylor has been called away on an emergency. It’s you and me now.” His fingers glide over my mound to my clitoris, teasing the oversensitive bundle of nerves until my thigh muscles tighten and quiver.

“Good girl.” He thrusts inside me, his thick cock pushing through my swollen tissue. With my hands restrained, I feel helpless, used, and yet my pussy clenches around him, drawing him in.

“Sweet Jesus.” Sweat beads on his forehead, and he stares down at me as if seeing me for the first time.

“How’s my girl?”

My girl.Happiness washes over me with such intensity I want to cry.

“Your girl needs a kiss before you send her into space again.”

With his engorged cock still deep inside me, he drops down over my body and brushes my lips lightly, teasing. His mouth is so soft, so warm I could melt into the heat of his kiss.

He takes the kiss deeper, opening my lips with his own. When I submit, his tongue slips inside and he invades my mouth, taking possession. I feel wanted, loved. I feel home.

“So sweet,” he whispers, and he reaches up to unlock the cuffs.

When my hands are free, he rises up and surges deep inside me. My hips move upward in response and he increases the speed.

“You feel so good.”

I wrap my arms around him, feel the hard muscles in his back bunch and flex beneath my fingers as he thrusts. “I missed you.”

He pushes deeper, every rock of his hips sending a delicious tremble through me. His fingers find my clit and he teases and toys until my muscles are rock hard and I’m trembling, desperate to come.

“Let me hear you.” He grabs my hips, yanking me up against him with each stroke. His pelvis grinds against my clit and my panting breaths turn to moans.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come with me.” He pinches my clit and I break with a scream, pleasure crashing over me in heated waves. Chris’s body tightens and he buries himself inside me, pumping his release with a low, rumbled growl.

I am still trembling from the shock waves of pleasure when Chris lies beside me and pulls me into his side, my head resting on his chest, where I can hear his heart pound. His arms are so welcoming, so comforting that I shudder against him. I’ve dropped my walls for him, exposed myself in a way I haven’t since I was a child, but when he holds me like this, I feel like everything will be okay.

But will it? Can one night of naughty passion bridge a gap that has been one year in the making? Was this just sex or something more?

“I can almost hear you thinking,” Chris says, his hand rubbing up and down my back. “Or should I say overthinking? That’s what you do best.”

“This wasn’t us. I mean, we don’t do things this way. We’re not . . . kinky.”

Chris’s hand stops moving. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

“I did.” I bite my lip, considering my words. “I enjoyed it a lot.”

He resumes his stroking, pausing between each caress to loosen the laces at the back of my corset. “So did I. After all these years, I finally got to be a doctor.”

I look up, catch the reassuring smile on his face. “I don’t think you should tell your mom. Hot, sexy doctor who makes his patient scream might not have been the specialization she was thinking of.”

“Maybe not.” He chuckles. “So you liked the coat?”

“I liked what was under the coat. You look amazing. All those muscles, the six-pack . . .” I stretch an arm over his chest, and he pulls me closer as I run my hand over his bulging bicep. “And these . . . When you were on top of me and your muscles were flexing, it made me want to come all over again.”

“You don’t care how I got this body? That I’m working with my hands and not in a suit with all the prestige and benefits that go with it?”

“Of course not.” I snuggle into his side, and he tightens his arm around me. “What I love about you is inside. And I’ll take these muscles over a suit any day.”

“These muscles don’t bring in anywhere near as much money as the suit did, and nothing compared to what I could have made as a doctor. If you weren’t working, we wouldn’t be able to afford the mortgage.”

I can almost feel him withdraw and panic grips me hard. Desperate to hold on to this moment, I throw one leg over his thigh and curl my hand around his chest, as if I could physically keep him in place. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

His muscles stiffen, and I wish I could take my words back when the arm he has around me falls away. “We can’t because you have to work two jobs to help pay the damn bills I can’t pay. What kind of man can’t look after his wife?”

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