Page 26 of Doctor Daddy

“Doctor Mark.” The way she called me shot straight to my cock. I was already cranked up pretty high from her earlier nipple flash. My name in that voice, and I was all raging hormones.

I tightened my grip on the tongs in my hand and willed myself not to look up.

“Give me a second. And then you will have all of my undivided attention.”

“Promise?”

I looked up. I shouldn’t have looked up.

She stood there in that apron, looking at me with her eyes all big, and her mouthy pouty and needing to be kissed. All she wore was the apron.

I dropped the steak, and when I reached for it, I burned my hand. She robbed me of any functional brain power.

“Fuck!” I rescued the steak, tossed it back in the pan, and ran cold water over my hand. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why would I do that?”

She turned and walked away. Her glorious naked ass and hips moved from side to side in the most tantalizing display of sexual allure.

Using an oven mitt, I tossed the skillet with the steaks in the oven. I made sure the stove was off and took two steps to follow her. I stepped back and confirmed the stove was off. With all the blood rushing to my cock, I knew my thinking facilities were gone.

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Mark looked so tired when he came in. Sexy, but tired. When he went to change, I decided that if it came down to him or dinner, I wanted him.

I spent a little too much time talking myself into it in the bathroom. I hadn’t expected him to already be in the kitchen. I certainly hadn’t meant for him to burn himself.

He grabbed me before I even made it to his bedroom.

He pressed me against the wall, crushing his muscular body to mine.

He didn’t say much, he just growled low in his throat and kissed me like I hadn’t been kissed before. I guess the desire between us was mutual. After a few days of flirting, I was done playing games. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me too. Why keep dancing around the subject?

His leg braced between my legs as he continued to devour my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, and over his shoulders.

He captured my wrists and holding them in one hand pressed my arms over my head. He cupped one breast in a powerful hand, rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb.

I rocked my hips against his strong thigh, the rough denim of his jeans a sexy contrast against my sensitive skin.

“What are you doing to me?”

He was the one doing the things, the wonderful sexy things to my body. I didn’t understand what he was accusing me of.

“Make love to me,” I pleaded. I was desperate for more of his touch.

He could take me here, standing in the hall, I didn’t care as long as he claimed my body.

He seemed to struggle, did he let go of his hold on me long enough to make up for the few more steps to his bedroom, or did he keep doing what he was doing in the hallway?

With a growl, he tore himself away from me. His hand still bound my wrists as he dragged me into his room. I was down on the bed and Mark pressed into me. His hands were everywhere. The apron got twisted around my neck and I tried to take it off.

“No,” he stopped my actions, taking the neck strap out of my hands. He kneeled above me and untied the straps. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his brows were tight with concentration. He lowered the bib portion of the apron, exposing my breasts fully to his view.

He sighed and licked his lips. I arched my rib cage, pushing my breasts up, showing them off, pleading with my body for him to take them, touch them. I wanted his mouth on me, sucking my nipples. I wanted the thrill of his fingers pinching me with such force I found ecstasy in the pain.

He leaned back and twisted the apron to finish untying it. He tossed it across the room, and I lay bare to his gaze.

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