Page 29 of Single Daddy Doctor Dreamy

"Let them," I murmur, my voice low. "They’ve got good taste."

She laughs softly, her fingers tightening slightly against my shoulder. "Careful, Dr. Anderson. You’re dangerously close to charming me."

"Only close?" I tease, spinning her gently.

The song changes, the tempo slowing even more, and I take the opportunity to guide her off the dance floor, out the door and down the hall to a smaller banquet room. The room is set with small tables, but no one is there. We find a quieter corner, away from the prying eyes and incessant chatter, where the music is just a soft tinkle in the background.

"This is better," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Much," she agrees, her gaze locking onto mine.

For a moment, we just stand there, the world narrowing down to the space between us. And then, I lean in. My lips brush against hers, tentative at first, but the spark is immediate, consuming. She responds instantly, her arms winding around my neck as the kiss deepens.

It’s a kiss that I’ve been waiting for since I first laid eyes on her tonight, pent-up energy finally unleashed. It’s hungry and desperate, yet impossibly tender, like we’re trying to memorize each other in this moment.

"We can’t do this here," she murmurs against my lips, though she doesn’t pull away.

"Then let’s go somewhere we can," I reply, my voice rough with want.

The alley behind the hotel is quiet and dimly lit, the faint glow of streetlights casting long shadows. It’s not exactly the most romantic setting, but it’s fulfilling a fantasy for me. OneI use quite regularly as I pleasure myself, Lucy being the main character.

Lucy presses against me, her back against the cool brick wall, her breath coming in short gasps as our lips collide again and again.

Her hands find the lapels of my jacket, pulling me closer as my own hands explore the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine. The layers between us feel unbearable, and I tug at the zipper of her dress, my fingers brushing against her bare skin.

"Joel," she whispers, her voice a mix of urgency and surrender.

I capture her lips again. Her skin is warm under my touch, her body arching into mine as I trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck. Every sound she makes, every shiver that runs through her fuels the fire already raging inside me.

Her dress slips down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, and I take a moment to marvel at her, my breath catching in my throat.

"You’re beautiful," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s something raw and unguarded in her gaze. "So are you," she replies, her hands sliding under my shirt, her touch igniting every nerve ending.

"You feel so good," I whisper against her lips, my breath hot on her skin. "I want to feel all of you."

Lucy giggles, a mix of nerves and excitement. "Here? In the alley?"

"Why not?" I ask, husky with desire. "We're both adults, and I can't wait any longer to have you."

She bites her lower lip, considering my proposition. The thought of having sex right there, in the dark alley, is both thrilling and scandalous.

"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "This is really not how I pictured our first time together but I don’t want to wait any longer. We need to be quick so we don’t get caught."

My hands move with purpose, I lower the layers of her dress, making contact with her black lace panties. The cool night air caresses her exposed skin, sending a shiver through her.

"You're breathtaking," I breath as my eyes rake over her body. I step closer, my erection straining against the confines of my suit pants. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Lucy's breath quickens as I lower myself to my knees, my hands gently grasping her hips. I touch my face to the inside of her thigh, my warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. With slow, deliberate movements, I kiss and lick her stomach, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, my thumbs teasing her hardened nipples through the lace.

Moans of pleasure escape Lucy's lips as my mouth trails lower. I gently tug at the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her thighs, my breath hot on her skin. As her panties drop to the ground, she steps out of them, her body now exposed to my hungry gaze. She’s left standing in nothing but a pair of sexy high heels.

My eyes lock with hers as I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste her, my hands holding her steady as I delivered soft, wet kisses along her inner thighs. Lucy's hands grip my hair, her body trembling as my tongue draws closer to her core.

"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Joel, I need you."

"I want to make you feel good, Lucy. So damn good."

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