Page 41 of Playing Doctor

Beth buried her face against his neck, ran her tongue along the line of his jaw. His body shuddered. She wrapped around him, wound her arms around his neck, squeezed her legs around his hips and held him there. He was thick and hard and she thought she’d come from the sheer bliss of having him inside her again. He pulled back, all the way to the tip, and, when he thrust back in, the door rattled on its hinges.

They both froze.

Beth sucked in a breath. “Oh, God, as much as I’d love for you to do that again—”

Gabe’s forehead banged against the door. “You’d hate to get fired for getting fucked against my office door.” He turned, moved to the side and braced his back against the wall.

Beth glanced around the small room, her gaze landing on the desk. Gabe laughed, causing his cock to flex and pulling a moan from her throat.

“Baby,” he rasped, “there’s nothing I’d like more than to bend you over that piece of furniture and take us both to heaven, but unless it’s nailed to the floor…”

“Oh, God.” The image he painted, pushing over the desk, driving into her…her pussy clenched.

“Ah, fuck! Squeeze me like that again,” he panted. “Just…hold on to me.” Widening his stance, Gabe grasped Beth’s hips and lifted her, angling his pelvis up as he brought her back down hard on his shaft. Then he did it again.

“Gabe, that’s…oh, I…just don’t stop!” Each pause was punctuated with another lift and thrust.

“No way in hell. Just don’t scream when you come.” And then he moved, lifting, lowering, rotating his hips to find that sweet spot that drove her wild.

It started in the soles of her feet—that sizzle of electricity signaling her orgasm. It snaked up her legs, curled around her inner thighs, and with a low keening sound, Beth buried her face in Gabe’s neck and welcomed it as it speared her clit with an orgasm that clung to every inch of Gabe as he drove into her. He was right with her, his breath a harsh hiss against her ear as he thrust deep and held her tightly against him.

The soft brush of Gabe’s lips over her sweat-dampened temple was in stark contradiction to the choppy breaths lifting his chest against hers. “I’ve missed you, missed this,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Me, too.” After a moment, when she’d caught her breath, Beth lifted her head and said, “We really…”

“Need to talk,” he sighed. “I know.”

…

“This can’t happen again.”

Gabe pulled up his pants, tucked his shirt in and zipped up. It was hard to concentrate on the pros and cons of an office romance with Beth bent over, her bare ass bobbing as she worked her panties over her foot. “Uh-huh.”

She shot him a glance over her shoulder, tracked his line of sight and whipped around, and in doing so, gave him an equally distracting view of her breasts in a barely-there bra that exposed far more than it covered.

“Gabe!”

“Hmm?” His eyes shot up to find her frowning at him.

She worked the buttons of her blouse, and had she not been covering up such a precious view, Gabe would have marveled at the fine dexterity of her nimble fingers.

“Unless that’s an otoscope in your pocket, you haven’t heard a word I’ve said.”

Gabe glanced down at the front of his pants and sure enough, he’d gotten a semi from watching her dress, and she was fussing at him for it. Whether she knew it or not, they already had the makings of a relationship in the works. He looked up, gave her a sheepish grin and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m just happy to see you.”

She planted her fists at her waist and cocked her hip. “Will you please be serious? This is serious.”

It was serious and he knew it, but when Beth finger-combed her hair and smoothed it back in place, all he wanted to do was drive his hands through it and mess it back up. Because he knew that would get him into more trouble—and there would hopefully be another opportunity to mess her up in the near future—he sat down on one of the two chairs in front of his desk, offered her the other and resisted the urge to pull her onto his lap. When she’d taken her seat, Gabe scooted his chair around to face her. If he’d learned one thing from their night together, it was that Beth tackled her problems head on.

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