Page 39 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

I placed my hand on his chest as well to find our heartbeats evenly matched. "I could say the same for you, Dr. Hunt."

He kissed me again while his hand went under my scrubs and touched my bra.

He gently kneaded my breasts, stimulating me deeply.

I was out of breath but he kept on kissing me.

"If there's…anything you're uncomfortable with, let me know," he said.

"Everything else…is okay…but no sex," I said.

"Fine with me," he said as he pulled my scrub up and revealed my bra, then he took that up as well. “They look so good.”

He kissed the undersides of my breasts before sucking on them passionately.

I wanted to stop him… but my hands were busy caressing his head, and my torso kept arching towards him.

I covered my mouth to suppress my moans. The last thing I wanted was getting us caught.

We were both crossing a line that we weren't meant to.

His kisses left my breasts and went lower and lower until he reached my stomach.

He lifted my legs and buried his face in my groin.

He kissed my vulva through my pants.

"You're going to stain them," I warned him, but my hands were busy pulling him in for more.

He stopped kissing me there.

His hands invaded my pants and played with my clit, but he didn’t go beyond my underwear.

I could tell he wanted more than I was giving, but he was patient nonetheless, and I appreciated it.

His fingers were definitely bigger and I unconsciously grinded my hips against his touch, biting my lip as he increased his pace from gentle to faster.

I couldn't believe how good it actually felt.

"You’re moving your hips quite viciously, doctor. You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He teased as he proceeded to suck on my breasts again without waiting for my answer.

I tried to speak, but it came out as incoherent babbling. I could only manage to say one thing, "Kiss…"

"I should kiss you again?" he asked.

I nodded so fast that I thought my head would fall off.

He kissed me again, and I was sure this time that I was going to lose my last fiber of reasoning.

He moved my panties to the side and directly stimulated my entrance.

I moaned into his mouth as my lower entrance greedily opened and closed, anticipating more of him.

This was definitely bliss.

Was being intimate with someone supposed to feel this good?

Had I been doing it all wrong before him?

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