Page 12 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

“I don’t think the theme parks have ever taken a direct hit from a hurricane. But my favorite resort down on Sanibel Island is gone, so I’m not sure what we are going to do come summer.”

“Oh, gosh, that’s a shame. I saw Fort Myers was in a similar state.” I looked up and saw Derek tapping his watch. “I’m sorry, Hanah, but I really need to go.” She must have seen me looking over her shoulder at the door and glanced that way. Derek was already walking away.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

She shuffle-walked to the door and let herself out, and I pressed my hand to my forehead, thinking how I should follow her out, but I didn’t want to keep the conversation active. So I called a quick, “Bye,” and let her leave.

When I heard the front office door click shut, I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed my things quickly before heading to Derek’s office. He sat behind his desk, leaning over it and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked frustrated, and I knew it was my fault. A glance at the clock revealed that it was almost seven.

“God, I’m sorry, Derek.” I pushed his door open and hovered in the doorway. His eyes popped up at me and I continued, “I couldn’t get her to leave. She had so many questions. I’m sorry if you had other plans or whatever. I won’t let this happen again.”

“It wasn’t you.” His voice was flat but not angry. He rose and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. The tightness in his shoulders and the grimace on his face told me something was bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” I stepped farther into the office, concerned. I wondered whether Curt heard about our almost-kiss and lectured him or something. Or maybe he got bad news about a patient.

“My brother... he keeps coming around asking for money, and I just lose my patience with him. Mom left us both an inheritance when she passed, and he blew through his already.” He draped the jacket over his arm as he talked. I could see he was very upset, and after hearing about his mom passing from Curt, I’d wanted to talk to him about it.

I set my purse and jacket down on a chair and moved closer to him, touching his elbow in a comforting gesture. “I’m so sorry to hear your mom passed and that Peter is being difficult.” His eyes met mine, but he didn’t speak. “Do you need to talk about it?”

Derek shrugged, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. There was a sudden charge in the air that hadn’t been there moments before, like the same electric tension that I’d felt when we had almost kissed at Curt’s party. He didn’t shy away from me as I moved even closer, and the thought that we were completely alone in this office needled at my resolve. Putting the moves on Derek in the privacy of my brother’s garage was much less intimidating than here in this office, especially with his “inner-office dating” policy.

But the way he had responded to me in that garage had only bolstered my confidence. I had to take the chance now. “I could help you take your mind off it.” Letting my gaze venture down across his body and back up to his face, I took the jacket off his arm.

“How would you do that?” Derek didn’t flinch when I tossed the jacket to the chair on top of my things. His voice was buttery and warm. The air sizzled as I splayed my hand across his chest, feeling the taut muscles there. He knew how I’d do it, and this time, we wouldn’t be interrupted by some pinched-nosed Barbie.

“I could think of a few ways.”

My hand lingered on his chest, my eyes grazing his desk. We’d make a bit of noise, maybe a bit of a mess too, but it was now or never. As my eyes roamed back to him, he leaned forward. I hadn’t expected him to be the aggressor, but he cupped my cheek, pulling me in.

My body wanted to collapse to the floor like Jell-O, my knees weak, and I felt my core begin to tense. His lips were soft at first, his touch gentle. I sensed a hesitancy behind his actions, as if we both knew it was wrong and we were those teenagers hiding beneath the bleachers hoping we didn’t get caught. But when my hand brushed across the hardening bulge in his pants, it sent shockwaves of arousal down my middle. I clenched so hard I thought I’d get a Charlie horse. Fuck, I wanted him.

Our kissing grew frenzied, hungry, two animals sensing each other’s need and devouring each other. The way his teeth raked over my lips and across my cheek, pressing into my neck, drove me wild. His greedy hands pulled at my shirt, and my tender skin was exposed as he pulled it free of my waistband. I worked at the buttons on his shirt, but I was all thumbs. I’d waited for this for too long to even think straight.

“Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this.” His words huffed out between frenetic movements as he pulled my shirt up over my head. I couldn’t undo his buttons fast enough. When I got the top three undone, he yanked his shirt off too.

“Holy fuck,” I stuttered, kissing his chest. “God, you’ve grown up, Mr. Holt.” This all felt so wrong, seducing my boss in his office. But he’d made that first move, hadn’t he? Or had I imagined it? And fuck, if his standing in front of me shirtless didn’t make me throw every trace of propriety out the window.

“Glad you approve. Now if you don’t mind...” He nudged me aside as he drew a hand across his desk, pushing the few items in our way aside. The minute the desk was clear, he turned on me, hooking an arm around my waist. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured you bent over my desk?”

His mouth was devouring mine before I could even answer him, and it took my breath away. I had thought the attraction might be only one-sided, that he might have been humoring me. But the feral beast voraciously pawing at my skin said otherwise.

“You mean the boss wants to fuck me? Isn’t that a bit risky, fantasizing about an employee?” I worked at his belt buckle until I’d gotten it loose, then undid the button on his pants. “What if you like it and you can’t get enough?” My hand found his cock and gripped it firmly.

Derek emitted a low growl and grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back until my mouth dropped open. His stubbled face scraped across mine in another bout of passionate kisses. My pussy ached for him, tensing and creating a mess in my panties, and with one hand on my left hip, he turned me until the backs of my thighs pressed against the desk.

Even the fantasizing I’d done alone in my bedroom hadn’t gotten me this worked up. The way he manhandled me, grabbing my side and forcing my head to crane backward so he could get to my neck, was so hot I was already a bit warm. It felt like a thousand degrees, and I could feel the furnace blowing air across my body which was covered in a fine layer of perspiration.

“Maybe the boss just wants you to shut up and do as you're told.” His hand left my side and deftly unsnapped my front-hook bra. Derek turned my hair loose and used both hands to push the bra off my breasts and away. His eyes grew wide as he squeezed one, then the other. “Fuck.”

We’d made out several times as kids. He’d touched me through clothing, but never like this. And he’d never seen me in less than a swimsuit. I kept my eyes on his face as he took me in, but I pulled his pants and boxers down over his hips, exposing his dick formyviewing pleasure. I stroked him as he enjoyed touching my tits. I wasn’t exactly a small woman by any means, so there was more than enough to keep him entertained.

He leaned down to kiss my tender skin, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, and his hips pulled away so I could no longer reach him. So I worked on my own slacks, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Derek’s stubble felt like sandpaper on my chest, but the way his tongue swirled around my nipple drove me wild. I stepped out of my shoes and left my clothing in a pile as I stole one of his hands from my breast and lowered it, encouraging him to explore.

“God, just tease me a little,” I breathed out. My fingers laced through his hair, and he got the point. The first brush of his fingertips over my clit was sensual, the next one lecherous. And when he plunged into my moisture and I clenched around him, an erotic moan escaped, only to be silenced by his lips again.

“Shh... okay? We can do this, but we keep it quiet. I want to see the pleasure on your face, not hear it. You want to make noise, you have to ask me first.” Derek’s thumb pressed down on my clit as his fingers hooked around inside me, massaging me. I nearly doubled over at the intense sensations he was creating inside me.

Nodding at him, I squeaked out, “Yes, sir.” I tried to stifle another moan, but it leaked out anyway.

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