Page 59 of Desperate Desires

But I was wrong, because yep, he fucking did.

Ono dragged the sharp blade over the seam, popping the stitches that held the two sides of my pant legs together.

I swallowed down my excited moan as he reached inside the hole he’d just made and pulled my soaked panties away from my skin, cutting them open with that same blade.

Warning bells were ringing in my head, but I couldn’t voice them.

This was the hottest fucking thing that had ever happened to me.

So even though I knew then that he was unfuckinghinged, borderline insane, and that giant red flags were waving madly inside my head—I just ignored it all.

Cool air hit my sex, and I whimpered, needing him to do more than he already was. I’d never been the object of any one man’s unfettered desires.

But the way Ono had come storming over to me—like he might die if he didn’t get his hands on me soon—had me wondering if maybe this man wasn’t as crazy about me as I seemed to be about him.

My pulse ran wild. I just couldn’t believe he was there with me, at my place of work. Impulsive wasn’t a word I would ever use to describe me, but what else would you call this?

I heard the metal clink of someone trying the doorknob. Felt the frenzied panic that I might get caught like this with him.

“I locked it, Doc. No one sees you but me,” he growled, his eyes burning with such intensity I felt them sear into my soul.

“Okay,” I whispered, trusting him.

Someone murmured something on the other side of the door, but Ono didn’t seem surprised.

Nor did he seem to really care.

His focus was on me alone. And I liked that. A lot.

“Fuck, Doc. You’re soaked for me,” he growled, and pressed the hand still holding the butt of his wickedly sharp knife to my quivering pussy.

My nerves started to go into overdrive, and I panted, swallowing when he shushed me.

“Shhh, Bellezza. Those noises are for me and this place ain’t soundproofed. Now, can you be quiet, or do I stop?”

Ono grumbled and growled more than asked in that impossibly sexy voice he used with me, and yes, I really fucking hoped it was only with me.

“I-I’ll be quiet, Ono. Please,” I begged.

“Please what? What do you need me to do?”

This was new. Dirty talk was not my forte, but he seemed to bring it out in me.

“Don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop making me feel good.”

I stared into his stunning blue eyes and watched them heat with recognized desire.

“I won’t Doc. I won’t stop until you come all over me,” he vowed.

Then I felt him there.

My eyes widened as the cool rubber handle of the blade he’d used to cut through my scrubs and panties joined his fingers as he teased my opening.

“So fucking hot.”

Ono ran his blunt tipped fingers through my slick, nudging the fat end of the handle into my hole.

When properly coated, he slid his fingers up and down, circling my aching clit, pressing the rubber handle more firmly against my entrance.

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