Page 38 of Physical Therapy

Boe leans closer, one hand dropping between us to cup my sex through the thin barrier of my panties. “One to shy from a challenge, Doc?”

Damn him. Damn Boe and his incredibly sharp jaw. His captivating eyes, and his taunting smirk.

“I need to lock the door,” I whisper.

He massages his fingers back and forth before sliding one beneath my lingerie. “Leave it.” A gentle caress. A promise.

“Be fair,” I whine pitifully.

He leans in to touch his nose to mine, his breath heavy as his finger explores my slick folds. “I am.”

I ache to kiss him, yet he evades me with quick, deft movements. “How?”

“Because I get the feeling you’d enjoy it more with the thrill of getting caught. Am I right?” His finger probes my channel, curling into a tantalizing hook before he pulls it out and brings the digit to his mouth. “Mmm.” I watch, enchanted, as Boe sucks my juices from his skin. “I think I am.”

My flesh burns with the need for connection, and yet he steps away. Boe surveys the office, all the while shedding his own clothes. His jacket rests on the client chair, his shirt laid over my desk, tie atop. My core clenches as he steps before the large windows that overlook the street below and swiftly unbuckles his belt.

“Yeah,” he says as though to agree with himself. “This will be perfect.”

Black slacks hit the floor, Boe stepping out of them and his shoes in one fluid movement. He stands before my office window in nothing more than his tailored boxers, my receptionist a mere unlocked door away from what would be a confronting scene should she decide to check on me.

I’ve never been wetter.

“Get over here.” Boe chooses to remain facing the window while he barks his command. I can’t see what he does, but the angle of his arm suggests he touches himself.

My heels pad softly over the carpet, my nipples painfully hard when I step beside him and realize just how visible I am to roughly six floors of the building opposite ours. I’m absolutely mad. Perhaps—but you’re also young once.

I have my reservations about what is bound to happen next, but I also know one thing for sure. I don’t want to be ninety and looking back at this point in my life, wishing I’d thrown my fears and insecurities aside long enough to have some fun.

Boe reaches across and sets a hand on my shoulder. He gently guides me before him. The tenting erection is undeniable, especially when it brushes against my bare ass.

“Right here,” he says, positioning me in the center of the pane.

His hands rise to my breasts, thumbs hooking into the cups of my bra. I shudder as he pulls them down, exposing my breasts for all to see.

“Tell me, Edith. You ever done anything like this before?”

I shake my head, unable to form words.

“Does it feel good?” His heated lips skim my neck, his thumbs back to my peaked nipples.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“How good?” Boe captures my lobe between his teeth. “Would you say it’s thrilling?”

I nod, scanning the windows opposite for any sign that I’ve been bared in more than one way.

His strong hands move down my stomach to the apex of my thighs. I ready myself for complete exposure, yet to my relief, his hand simply dives beneath the fabric. My head hits his shoulder, my eyes fluttering closed as he deftly massages my clit.

“It feels even better now, doesn’t it?”

I arch my back, curling my ass against his thick cock like the damn hussy I am.

Boe’s fingers slide deeper around, massaging my pussy in three firm passes before he pushes two fingers inside. I groan, and then quickly cut the sound short when I remember where the hell I am. Damn it.

“Do you think anyone can see you?”

“I don’t know,” I whisper-moan, already chasing the high that builds at his touch. I don’t want to open my eyes and find out.

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