Page 61 of The Potter

Her back arches, moaning out. “Yes. Be inappropriate with me, Dr. Potter. Please.”

No one has ever spoken more convincing words.

Unlatching the seatbelt, I wrap an arm around Halle’s back, holding her still while I snake my free hand down the front of her pants, stretching the waistband until I reach the wetness I seek.

Her flesh is scorching as I slide two fingers between her folds, dragging the wetness around to her sensitive nub.

“Oh, shit.” She bucks in my arms, and rather than risk her falling, I take us to the floor, the vibrations from the turbulence sending jolts of pleasure through us both. “Is this inappropriate enough for you, Ms. Belle?”

Curling my finger, I press the rippled flesh inside her as her legs wrap around my back. “No.” She pants. “I think you can do so much worse.”

I look down and find her eyes closed with a ridiculous grin on her face. “This is why I would have never hired you,” I scold.

Scissoring my fingers, I stretch out my employee for a second time. This time, it’s not her hips. Though, at this point, I wouldn’t be opposed to stretching those either. I want to ruin and rebuild everything there is about Halle Belle, her sass included.

Halle’s hands graze my chest as she cups me between the legs. “Why wouldn’t you hire me, Dr. Potter? Is it because you would be the one who couldn’t remain professional?”

She squeezes my cock in her hand, and I bow over, letting my head hit the floor. “I think we’ve both established we have poor professionalism.”

And work ethics if we’re being honest.

Halle Belle was sent here to break me, and she just might succeed.

But right here, right now, with my fingers so deep inside this sassy southern belle, finger-fucking her without abandon while her body coats my fingers in juices, I know I won’t go down without casualties. Namely, her.

Halle

“You’re kinda giving me stalker vibes.”

I grin over my shoulder at Vance, who hovers behind me, watching as I attempt to smooth my hair into something more presentable in the plane’s small bathroom mirror.

It looks like I’ve been riding atop the plane and not my doctor’s fingers like I was in a Texan rodeo with eight seconds to prove myself.

I’m sweaty, my hair is tangled, and my clothes are damp.

I’m a freaking sexed-up mess.

And I’m pretty sure I like it.

“Stalker.” He hides his grin behind his hand. “I’m pretty sure you’re confusing our roles. I’m not the one who refused to return home after receiving no for an answer.”

I knew he would bring that up. Problem is, I have absolutely no shame in what I did by staying in Texas after he refused to be my surgeon. I needed surgery, and Vance was the man I picked. His refusal was never in the plan. I would have thought he would have become accustomed to the idea by now.

I flash him a smile in the mirror. “The wordnoI find to be subjective.”

Vance takes a step forward and presses his front to my back. “Subjective, huh?” He pulls the hair from my fingers, gathering it in one hand, and moving it to the opposite shoulder.

I swallow as he gazes at his fingers trailing along the line of my neck, the movement predatory-like. “Yes, the dictionary is merely a suggestion.” My voice cracks, and the words come out as an eccentric ramble while Dr. Potter’s head lowers, and his lips press against my skin.

“Are you okay?”

Fortunately, I’m not too far gone to understand what he says, considering he asks the question while never pulling his lips from my skin. The pressure from his lips goes straight to my center.

I reach over my head and secure my hands behind his head, holding him to my neck, where I shamelessly watch him kiss me. “I’m fine, thanks to you.”

I’m more than fine, really. Vance effectively kept me distracted the entire ride from Bloomfield to Napa. He was so sweet and generous with his words and… body. Honestly, I think all medical schools should teach doctors the skills of distraction like Vance possesses. It’s quite refreshing—much better than a sedative.

“Your boss is probably waiting,” he murmurs, looking like the last thing he wants to do is leave the plane and ride the short distance to the winery, where the conference is being held.

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