Page 53 of Doctor Bossy

“Yes, baby,” he groaned. “Fuck me.”

Oh God, that got me going. I wasn’t sure I was much of a dirty talk person until this moment, but hearing Griffin swear and order me around sent my desire soaring to new heights. But I held back, not wanting to come yet.

Because the next time I came, it would be with him.

The arrangement lasted exactly two and a half weeks.

During that time, I stayed with Griffin while the police conducted their investigation into the break-in. So far, they didn’t have any leads. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was super mad about that. I was having far too much fun at Griffin’s. During the day, we always made sure to arrive separately at work so as not to raise any suspicion, but at night, we spent time in each other’s arms as he sent me to heights of ecstasy I’d never even dreamed of.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked him after one such afternoon tryst.It was a Sunday, and we had taken the day off from work.

I was lying on his chest; my body completely spent after our session.

I felt more than heard his amused chuckle when he asked, “Do what?”

“Whatever it is you did to me today,” I said. “I nearly lost my mind.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, then admitted, “My wife and I had some interesting times.”

Damn. Now, I regretted asking, not necessarily because I didn’t want to hear about his wife, but because I didn’t want to bring up any bad memories.

Although…I glanced at him.

He didn’t seem particularly sad. Only thoughtful.

“Sorry,” I said anyway. “I didn’t mean to…I mean, I just thought you would maybe say someone else.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a smile. “Especially since there hasn’t been anyone else.”

I nodded because it took a few seconds for his words to truly sink in. When it did, I jerked up in bed to stare at him in disbelief. “Wait. Are you telling me that you haven’t been with anyone else since your wife?”

He remained quiet for a few beats, then said, “No, I haven’t.”

That…surprised me. While the doctor never struck me as the type of man to sleep around, I assumed a man of his age, looks, and stature would have had many lovers in the past. I mean, it’d been twelve years since his wife died. Surely, he hadn’t been celibate all that time?

Or had he?

Suddenly the imagery of an animal unleashed made much more sense.

“Why me?” I blurted out because it made no sense that a man so controlled would break his celibacy just like that. “Why did you pick me?”

There was another stretch of silence as he thought about the question.

“I’m not sure,” he finally answered. “Most of the other women…there was just something I didn’t like. It was trivial things, like the way they breathed or the way they spoke. I always found something wrong with them, and then eventually, I figured out the problem. The truth was, I was being so picky because they simply weren’t Heather. They weren’t my wife.”

Sadness rather than jealousy bloomed in my chest. It must have been hard to lose someone you loved that much, someone you thought you would spend forever with. And now he was left to navigate life and pick up the pieces without her. All while raising a son, no less.

“So that’s why you’re with me then?” I asked out of curiosity. “Because I’m like her?”

“No.” The answer was instantaneous, and I wasn’t sure whether to be offended by that until he added, “You’re…something different.”

I didn’t know what that meant, and I desperately wanted to find out.

But I didn’t get a chance to ask any more about it, though, because, at that moment, footsteps rapidly reached the bedroom door before it was thrown open.

And then James’ voice, loud and angry, echoed throughout the room, “What the fuck is going on here?!”

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