Page 5 of Bad for Me

He closes the distance between us so that he can reach out to brace his hands on the shelves on either side of my face, effectively caging me in. His woodsy scent wraps around me, oppressive and heady. I struggle not to take a deep breath, knowing I’ll love it too much.

“Isaac…” My throat closes as he leans down so that our noses almost touch.

“Yes, Dr. Moore?” His breath hits my face, and for a moment, I’m stupefied. It wouldn’t take much to tilt my head forward and brush my lips against his. What would it be like to justtastehim? I’m already in trouble. What’s one more strike against me?

The thought of getting in trouble freezes me in place.

“Y-you shouldn’t be here.”

“Where?” One hand comes down and the back of it skims across my cheek.

“Here. In my office.” I gasp at the electricity that rushes through me at the contact.

Isaac hums thoughtfully. “Is that so? Because it certainly feels right to be in here. Especially with you like this. But do you know where I truly belong? Where Ilongto be?”

His hand drops so that his fingers brush against my nipple, skimming down my torso, and then he deliberately turns his hands and cups my mound. I gasp, stiffening with shock at his unabashed claiming.

Then, to my horror, my hips tilt into his large warm hand, and the tension leaches from my body of its own accord.

“What’s the point of keeping these on, as soaked as they are,doctor?” Isaac asks, his voice mocking.

His thumb finds my swollen clit through my panties, and he presses against it. Both of his dimples appear at the sound of my whimper.

“Such a pretty noise. How many more can I work from those lips of yours?”

I shake my head, swallowing back another as he applies just a little more pressure. I shouldn’t have let myself get this worked up. My body is trembling in his palm, and he has to feel me leaking through the fabric, as ruined as my panties are.

“You can’t. We can’t…”

“Why not? Worried about what my father will do if he finds out? Or is it because I’m a client? No… that can’t be it. Maybe you’re concerned about keeping up with the stamina of someone thirteen years younger than you? If that’s the case, I have a feeling that won’t be a problem.” He chuckles. “Now, don’t stifle those sounds. I want to hear them all.”

His thumb moves in a circular motion over my clit. Again, I whimper. The pleasure is instantaneous and the orgasm that ripples outward from my core is both amazing and mortifying upon its arrival. The picture frame falls from my hand and clatters onto the ground. My cry is swallowed whole as Isaac dips down and claims my mouth with his. My mind is wiped clean at the contact. His lips against mine, his touch, and a surprise orgasm? It’s all too surreal. Rather than ease up, my orgasm momentarily intensifies. He steps closer to me until his chest is pressed against mine. There’s no way he doesn’t feel each and every tremor rushing through me.

And for some reason, that excites me even more.

As the shaking subsides, Isaac pulls a few inches away. I stare up at him, utterly stunned. What the hell is happening? Why did I let him do this to me? I should be pushing him away, getting dressed andrunning. I can send Bernard my resignation letter when I get home… After I down an entire bottle of wine… Or two.

Isaac’s pale green eyes hold mine with the confidence of a cat who knows a mouse is trapped.

“Hm, I couldn’t resist capturing that particular sound.” A cocky half-smile pulls at his lips. One dimple reappears.

“You what?” I blink in surprise, not sure if I heard him right. Shaking my head slowly, I push that question to the side. “No. No, we can’t do this.”

I reach up and force myself to push him away. Too bad I can’t find it in me to apply much pressure. My hands end up just resting on his firm chest.

“No?No? I don’t know what that word means. It’s not in my vocabulary.” He swoops down and kisses me again.

I stiffen and refuse to kiss him back.

For about half a second.

Then I’m melting against him. I resent the way my body molds against his yet I’m powerless to stop it. His tongue forces its way into my mouth with a confidence I’ve yet to meet in anyone else. This kiss is harsh and demanding. Isaac steps closer, pressing me against the bookshelf with his body. His erection sits against my stomach, insisting on being noticed.

Isaac reaches down and grabs my hips. He lifts me up with ease and naturally my legs come around his waist. I’m of average height and weight, but he’s just picked me up as if I was a child. I don’t realize we’re moving until my butt rests on the edge of my desk. The coolness of the hard surface snaps me out of… Well, whateverthisis. I pull away from Isaac with a gasp.

“We can’t be here doing this!” I hiss, glancing toward the door.

“How about you ask me what my Christmas present to myself is, rather than worrying about what we can or can’t be doing?”

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