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It was raw, possessive, as if Kirsten was enjoying his touch as much as he was enjoying touching her and she wanted to lay claim to at least this small part of his body for herself in return.

In that moment, he knew he was in love.

Dr. Harris had never kissed a patient before, but now he was struggling mightily to resist.

That struggle ended a moment later in abject defeat.

Leaning over, he brushed his lips against hers, building her anticipation for the ravaging of her mouth they both clearly knew was coming. Then, casting aside any attempt at maintaining anything resembling a professional demeanor, he climbed up on the table, his body astride hers.

Letting his teeth graze her earlobe, he whispered, “Do you want me to kiss you, Kirsten?”

There was no blushing, reluctant admission of the truth this time. She replied instantly, breathily, “Yes, doctor!”

“If I kiss you, I’m not going to be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be gentle.”

Yes, he was definitely in love.

He pinned her wrists to the table with one hand. Then, sliding his other hand under the back of her head, he gripped Kirsten’s hair firmly, lowered his lips to hers, and claimed her mouth.

There was no teasing this time. He simply took everything he wanted, thrilled at the sound of her moaning softly around his lips as he let her feel his complete control.

He pulled away just long enough for her to catch her breath, then returned his mouth to hers, driving his tongue inside, invading even more deeply than before.

“Put your tongue in my mouth,” he growled without even fully breaking the kiss.

When she obeyed, he bit down, gently at first.

Kirsten tried to pull away, but his hand held her in place, and he clamped his teeth down harder on her tongue. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough for her to know that her tongue belonged to him now, along with her lips, her mouth, and all the rest of her.

She lay there gasping and panting long after he finally broke the kiss.

Dr. Harris, meanwhile, was busy asking himself exactly what the actual fuck he thought he was doing. The point of this portion of the evaluation was to bring the patient tothe edge oforgasm.

Not to make her come so hard she almost passed out right there on the exam table.

And definitely not to kiss her.

That final test while the subject was on the edge of climax was pointless anyway, to be fair. Its sole purpose was to demonstrate to the patient in a very unsubtle way just how much unmet sexual need can impact ability to focus.

That didn’t mean he should be just blowing it off, though. Especially not so he could skip right to burying his cock deep in his patient’s forbidden-unless-he-wanted-to-get fired pussy.

But as his eyes roamed over her Kirsten’s naked body, he made a decision. He was going to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked, and he wasn’t even going to pretend to be sorry.

He was definitely getting fired.

Kirsten had never been kissed like that in her life.

She had never even been kissedsort oflike that.

Her body was on fire, every nerve tingling, but as he loomed over her again, the look in his eyes told her that a kiss wasn’t going to be nearly enough to satisfy whatever beast had awoken.

He didn’t even bother stripping completely before climbing up on the table. He just shucked off his lab coat and freed his visibly throbbing cock from his pants. Before she knew it, he’d rolled her over and lifted her hips so her pussy was perfectly positioned for a hard fucking.

There was no teasing. He simply slammed into her until his cock bottomed out in her pussy.

She cried out, but her cry became a moan when he thrust again.

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