Page 23 of Dr Feel Good
Roman Mac? He was the enemy. I just couldn’t.
“Take your piss and get the fuck out, Athena.”
The growl startled me as much as the harsh words. As much as thewordsat all. My gaze flew to him. He smirked, not at all the good doctor.
“Did I give you permission to look at me?”
My breath caught, and I shook my head. “No,” I whispered.
“No, what?”
“Felix,” I said, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs that had nothing to do with my full bladder.
Deep down, I knew what he wanted me to say, but I wouldn’t so easily bow to him, even though the word was on the tip of my tongue.
“Try again,” he ordered, his hard, sexy command immediately weakening my resolve.
Electricity shot along my nerve endings. “Sir,” I croaked.
His eyes gleamed, and my belly tightened.
“Good girl,” he crooned.
Fuck me, but he was trouble. It was just my luck to be stuck with a handsome doctor who was my kind of freak.
“Don’t call me that,” I ordered, clinging to the authoritative persona I showed to the world.
He stalked to me, graceful, predatory, as dangerous as a lion in a jungle. “You don’t have to pretend, Athena. I know you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”
Even though he was freshly cleaned, alcohol wafted from him, and when I listened closely, I detected a slight slur in his words. His tipsiness explained his loose tongue and hot demeanor. A drunk tongue spoke sober thoughts, after all.
“Enjoying what,Felix?” I managed, deliberately using his first name.
“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying my dominance.” His big hand tangled through my hair, and I shivered. “Admit it, pet.”
He wasn’t right for me, even as a fling in a snowed-in cabin. He didn’t even think I had the fucking brain to know that salt was a mineral.
“Answer me!”
Instead of obeying, I clamped my jaw tighter.
He bent, towering over me despite my height. “Imagine yourself blindfolded, your feet and hands bound. Your body, your pleasure, at my mercy.”
The scent of alcohol grew stronger. His warm breath washed over my skin, his lips close to my ear. A mere tilt of my head and his mouth would touch me.
“I’d tap my cock against your pretty lips and slide against your tongue the moment you opened for me. I’d hammer your mouth, feed you my cock, and praise you for sucking me so good.”
I licked my lips and swayed into him.
“You aren’t supposed to talk to your patient like this,” I stated, even as my body sought out his warmth. “Doesn’t it violate your ethics?”
I wasn’t his official patient, so the medical oath didn’t really count.
“Don’t play coy,” he murmured, caressing my jaw and diving back into his dirty talk. “When I came, I’d order you to swallow every drop of my jizz.” You’d do it, wouldn’t you, pet? That’s what you like, don’t you? You know, as a reward for being a good girl, I’d bury my tongue in your wet pussy and lick you until you squirted.” He bit my earlobe, and I gasped. “You like your pussy eaten, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I always require a verbal answer. Do you understand me?”
