Page 7 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

She was hitting a little too close to home, so I deflected. “I wasn’t talking about Derek. Are you kidding? He’s my brother’s best friend.” I laughed nervously. “I was arguing on a matter of principle. But you’re right.” I swallowed a lump. “I see why Derek wouldn’t want to lose his licensing or job.”

Gypsy seemed to be convinced that I wasn’t referring to one thing in particular, but merely the concept. “But yeah. I mean if this were a hardware store, I’d definitely think the ‘inner-office’ thing was a sham.”

She stood and brushed all the crumbs off her shirt onto the floor, and I rolled my eyes. All that work of cleaning up the table with each spattering of crumbs, and she didn’t seem to notice I was a neat freak. She sauntered out of the breakroom, leaving me to my thoughts.

The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize Derek’s position or job, but fuck if I could keep my mind off him. When there was a lull between patients, I’d hear his voice echoing down the hallway and wonder what made him laugh or if he was having a good day. When he brought me coffee, as had become his habit lately—he was making it perfect now—his cologne tingled my nose. It felt like the entire room was charged with tension between us every time we were alone together, and I knew he had to sense it too.

And after waking with a nearly wet dream, I had to say something or I knew both of us would go crazy. That, or we would let the entire office know how badly we wanted each other without even saying a word.

The rest of the day played out exactly like the first half, with my body tied up in knots and craving the alchemy of Derek’s presence. One by one, I heard the others leave until I knew I was alone with him in the office. I stayed fixed at my computer despite my distraction until I feared he may leave and lock me in by myself. And when I tiptoed down the hall and peeked in to see him, he was transfixed, typing something into his computer. He didn’t look up for two solid minutes.

“Oh, Maggie. I didn’t see you. Taking off?” His distracted glance lasted a split second before he was absorbed in his work again. Of course I wasn’t taking off. I didn’t have my coat or satchel, and I remained lingering there, silent, until he looked back up. “Need something?”

And there it was. The perfect setup. I couldn’t have baited myself any better.

“You.”

Slithering through the door, I pushed it shut behind me and leaned back on it, both hands resting on the door handle. I watched his Adam’s apple bob and his eyes blink, as if he were searching for an appropriate response. In the three weeks we’d been working together, we’d had lunch together every day, worked late together two nights a week, and had more deep conversations and flirtatious, bordering on inappropriate, conversations than he would like to admit. I knew he needed me too.

“Excuse me?” More eye blinking, more swallowing.

“Derek, let’s not play around at this anymore. I know you sense the chemistry between us, and it’s only a matter of time before everyone in this office hears the rumors of us as kids or sees the way you get flustered every time I wear a low-cut shirt.” I plumped my breasts, which drew his eyes downward. He licked his lips and pulled his eyes away from the plunging neckline, planting them back on my face.

“Maggie... ” Derek stood, strolling around the end of his desk toward me. If I wasn’t mistaken, there was a bulge in his pants right where I wanted there to be. “I have a lot to get done this evening before I head home, and the vet is coming to check on my mare.” He stood so close I could see the vein in his neck pulsing, and he leaned into me, grabbing the doorknob as I moved my hands to let him. He was inches from me. I could place my hands on him and feel the firmness of his chest if I wanted, but I stepped aside, allowing him to open the door.

“This chemistry isn’t going away, boss or no boss.” I moved back into the doorway and leaned on the doorjamb, and he stood with the doorknob still in hand. I searched his gaze, hoping he would see how much I wanted to play the desperate vixen and throw myself at him, but I was using self-control. “And what we do after hours doesn’t have to affect what happens when the clock is ticking.”

“I really have a lot to do tonight.”

He didn’t say no.

That was the thread of hope I clung to as I packed my things and headed home. Seeing that bulge in his pants was proof enough that he wanted me. And it drove me wild. I started to imagine what it would be like to kiss him again, or maybe fuck him.

The song on the radio as I drove distracted me from my fantasizing, so I shut it off and drove in silence, working myself up to the point where I knew I’d have to get release just to relax and enjoy my evening. I hadn’t felt horny like this since I was a teenager. What the fuck was that man doing to me?

At home, I ditched my coat and satchel on the couch and headed straight to my nightstand drawer where my vibrator was always on standby for moments like this. It wasn’t the first time I’d imagined fucking Derek, but it was the first time it drove me to masturbation—well, at least in my adult life. I’d done it plenty of times as a kid.

The room was a bit chilly, which made my nipples hard as soon as I shed my bra and panties and lay down on the bed. My pussy was so wet I had a puddle dampening my panties, and my fingers slid through the moisture, gloriously teasing my clit.

Images of Derek’s smile filled my thoughts before I had even shut my eyes, and when I turned on my imagination, there was nothing stopping me. I slid my vibrator into my pussy, turning it on high. Derek was probably bigger than the old thing, but I pushed it in as deep as I could, hitting my back wall and making myself clench around it.

I pictured him on top of me, sliding in and out, his firm abs like a washboard against my hand as I massaged my clit. If he were here, I’d have him slide his dick between my tits, smearing my wetness on them and pleasuring himself. The thought of him titty fucking me sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I massaged my clit faster, slowly pushing the vibrator in and out of myself.

“You know you want me. Why keep denying it?” I’d whisper to him as I stroked him, sliding back on his desk and spreading my legs. Of course, I pictured us both naked already, conveniently. He would drop to his knees, begging me to let him eat me, and I would oblige him and pull his eager tongue straight to my core.

“Suck me, Derek...” I’d beg him to push his fingers into me, to speed their movement.

I thrust the vibrator harder, feeling the friction taunt me closer to the edge. Frantic pants left my lips. My mental image changed now. He had me bent over his desk, forcing his cock into me, pounding so hard the desk traveled with each thrust. Fuck, I wanted him so badly.

I was so wet I could barely feel the friction of the vibrator, so I pulled it out and licked it clean, imagining how he’d kiss me and I would taste myself on his lips. It was enough to make my body begin clenching.

“Fuck... Derek...” I gasped as I pushed the toy back into myself and my climax came. My body convulsed as images of Derek filling me flooded my thoughts. I could almost feel his hot explosion as my body shook the bed. I came so hard, I nearly lost my breath.

And when I was done, I lay there with that damn vibrator hanging out of me, so sated from the orgasm I could almost fall asleep.

If just imagining how amazing he was made me feel this good, what would the real thing do?

CHAPTERFIVE

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