Page 37 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

I pulled down my top to cover my ass as I returned to my office.

As I wiped down the juices I had sprayed all over my chair and floor, I realized that I was slowly desiring more of Dr. Adam Hunt.

This might sound cliche, but I had been in relationships before.

Even in those relationships, I had never felt the way Adam made me feel.

It almost felt like he was desperate for me. I had heard that he was never the kind of man to really go after the same woman twice, but there was definitely something different this time.

I could tell that I made him unstable and uncertain about himself and the decisions he had made so far in his life. That was an outcome I was fine with.

I didn't want him to come at me like a player; if he really wanted me, I wanted to be sure I was the only one he was bothered about.

I couldn't be sharing him with anyone, and I wasn't going to be an easy catch for him either.

If he wanted me, he was going to work hard for me.

So maybe that's why I had given him a little reward of kissing me.

Yeah, that's what it was… a reward…

And it's definitely not because I wanted to see his bare chest over me. And it's not like I had provoked him on purpose so that he could kiss me again.

Everything was just me rewarding him.

"And now he was staring at my ass too," I said as I touched my butt.

Maybe… if I had the courage… I could reward him again the following day.

That was one of the longest nights I had ever had, riddled with long dreams of Dr. Adam Hunt having his way with my body and me melting into his kiss.

The next day, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

The dreams and the activities from the other night had me riled up.

I could barely focus on anything.

It was sheer luck that I didn't have any patients to look after.

I would unconsciously touch myself when I was alone or even replay the kiss in my head.

"Crystal? Crystal, are you there?" Sarah called my attention, breaking my train of thought.

"I'm sorry I spaced out," I apologized, "What were we talking about?"

"You hardly space out. Is there something wrong?" she asked with genuine concern.

"I don't think so," I replied with a sigh.

"Well, if you say so. I was just talking about your performance report. You've really outdone yourself in just the few weeks you've been here," she said, "I'll head to Dr. Hunt's office to hand the report over to him to evaluate."

"Can I do it myself?" I asked.

"You want to?" She raised a brow.

"Is there anything wrong with that?"

"No, nothing wrong at all," she shook her head negatively and handed me the files, "Good luck with that."

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