Page 14 of Eight Naughty Notes

His large dark hands were gripping two plastic to-go cups with what was probably steaming hot coffee in them, but it wasn’t the only thing hot. His eyes held so much heat that I knew the hems of my white coat had been singed. I was left speechless.

“When you didn’t show I decided to bring coffee to you,” his voice rumbled.

“I was on my way. I got sidelined for a moment. “

“I worried you changed your mind about continuing to meet with me, honestly.”

“No, I really want these children to be helped.”

“So you’re willing to put up with anyone.”

“Not anyone.”

He nodded and moved into my office bringing his amazing scent with him.

“Well, that’s encouraging. Why don’t we get started before our jobs call us?”

“I’d like that.”

I watched as he maneuvered himself deeper into my office and grabbed the chair from Dr. Porter’s desk before turning the chair and sitting down across from me. Suddenly I felt like having the meeting in here was a big mistake as his entire presence filled the space. His size, his scent, the length of his legs coming into contact with mine, served as a reminder of how little control I had over my body responding to his. As he leaned forward to put his coffee on the desk beside me, he invaded my space, forcing me to come face to face with him. He was close enough that he could swoop in to grab a kiss from me, and honestly if he did, I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t allow it. Even though I ended our relationship before. Even though I knew that being with him again would be a mistake. My lips didn’t care, my body didn’t care, and something buried deep inside of me didn’t care either.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll kiss you and I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop there, Tori.”

“I might not want you to.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes dropped to my lips. Unconsciously I swiped my bottom lip with my tongue, and I heard him groan before giving in and pressing his soft lips to mine. I didn’t pull away because how could I? His lips were too perfect for mine. His taste was familiar and intoxicating. As we moved closer to each other, I reached out and grasped his white jacket into my palms, gripping it, as our mouths meshed together, moving this way and that, our tongues swirling, and trying to pull as much out of this stolen moment, that they could. After a few nips to my lips, he pulled away. We stared at each other as if it were a surprise that we still had it. We had us.

“When do you see the next patient?”

I looked down at my watch. “I have another in ten minutes.”

“Damn. Let’s finish talking about strategy for Jordan’s case and I’ll figure out my strategy to get you back where I want you.”

“And that’s where exactly?” I couldn’t avoid playing with his fire. If I got burned, I got burned.

He shrugged. “Could be this desk, or against that wall over there.” He gestured towards the one bare wall in here. “But I prefer it somewhere soft like on my bed where I can take my time feasting on you before opening you up for me.”

My eyes closed, I bit my lip, and glanced at his lips. He was always good at feasting on me. Whatever game he wanted to play, I was going to play it with him. I couldn’t hold out anymore.

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