Page 7 of Bad for Me

I bite my bottom lip as his touch on my clit becomes feather light. My body is trembling so hard right now, I’m practically vibrating. Frustration gets the best of me.

“Isaac! Tell me what the fuck you got yourself for Christmas!”

His laughter shakes his hand. I can feel it between my pussy lips. Suddenly his fingers plunge inside of me, diving deep. I shriek in surprise—unprepared for the sheer thickness of them.

“There’s the curiosity I was looking for.”

His fingers pump in and out of me. They glide effortlessly as my body leaks all around him. It’s embarrassing. But that embarrassment is overshadowed by how fantastic he feels. There’s no fight in me now as I allow pleasure to consume me. The sounds of satisfaction and distress build louder as my orgasm approaches.

“Ah, I love hearing you, Meredith. That’s right, don’t muffle those cute little noises. I want to hear them all.”

When I cum, my whole body comes alive. My wail is loud as I grind against Isaac’s hand and my body arches dramatically.

“Look at you all sopping wet.” Isaac’s soft moan echoes mine as my body finally sags and I try to catch my breath. As I lay there breathing heavily, he grabs my hips and flips me onto my back. As my arousal lessens, shame returns full force. I can’t meet his gaze, so I stare up at the tiled ceiling. “I knew you’d be the gift that kept on giving.”

His words surprise me.

The shock melts away though as anger surpasses it. I roll onto my back before propping myself up on my elbows. I glare up into his handsome face. He flashes me a grin worthy of being front and center on a magazine cover.

“A gift that keeps on giving?I’mthe gift? What the fuck, Isaac?” I sit up completely and point my finger at him. “Mycareerand my life are not something to mess with. We shouldn’t have done this. It was a mistake.”

He grabs my wrist and brings my hand up to his mouth where he bites my finger. I try to yank it away, but he bites harder.

“Ouch!” I move to use my other hand to push at him, but he catches that one too.

Isaac sucks my finger, lessening the sting. When he pulls his mouth away, I expect him to let go of my wrists next. He doesn’t.

“A mistake? Not at all.” His eyes slide down my body. As they come back up, he licks his lips hungrily. “Look at you, wrapped so nicely in lace. I can’t wait to tear through this.”

“Stop it. There will be no tearing through anything! I’m already going to be fired for this!”

There’s a lot to be said about someone like me. I’m dependable, trustworthy, and admired. If anyone found out about this, I’d be ruined. With this on my record, no one will take me seriously again. My stomach drops.

I’ve never broken the rules before. Yet, here I am now, breaking the worst ones.

When I yank my hand back, he releases me, but only so he can reach up and take a firm hold of my chin. I gasp and stare up into his darkening eyes.

“I don’t think I willstop it.” He lowers his face so that I can only see him. “And I don’t think you want me to, Meredith.”

“You don’t know anything about what I want.”

“Trust me, I know alotmore about you than you think I do.” A sly smile slides across handsome face. “I won’t get you fired,doctor, I promise.”

I shake my head. “You can’t promise that.”

“I just did, didn’t I?” He leans down and kisses me, effectively cutting off my next round of protests.

When he pulls away, I’m stunned into a moment of silence. My fingers tingle as I think about reaching up, digging them into his thick hair, and bringing his head back down toward me.

“There, that’s better. Stop thinking so hard. I want to appreciate the gift in front of me.” Still in shock, I can only watch in wonder as he reaches for my hips. I think he’s going to lift me. Instead, he rips my panties clean off my body with hardly any effort.

He really meant it when he said he was going to tear through my lacy garments.

I lick my bottom lip nervously as my heart starts to race once more. We shouldn’t be doing this. The trouble I’ll get into isn’t worth it. My career, my life… It’ll be ruined. Isaac will completely and utterly obliterate me and I’m sitting here letting him. Why? Why is he doing this and why now?

“What did I say or do to you that would have you attempting to destroy me like this?” My forlorn desperation is thick in the softly spoken question.

Isaac raises a brow in surprise, even as he sinks to his knees before me. “Destroy you? How dramatic, doctor. It’s so unlike you.”

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