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I sighed. I wanted to finish her now, fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk. But I nodded. Against my better judgment. “Let’s talk later. For now, you focus on the surgery. If you need anything, call Dr. Lewis. He’s on call. I’m leaving now.”

Chelsea kissed me again, smirking as she removed her hand from my groin. “Better wash your face. You have some lipstick on it.”

She let herself out of the room and I groaned. My body wanted release so badly, but I wasn’t so unprofessional as to finish myself here.

I had to wait until I got home where I could fantasize about her tits in my mouth. And God help me if I didn’t get home fast. That woman had no idea what she did to me.

Cameron and Gypsy get their super forbidden romance soon. While you’re waiting for that one,how about checking out Derek and Maggie’s story here?

“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.

“Now, be a good girl. Listen to me. You have to stay quiet here. Got it?”

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