Page 57 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"But…"

"We don't want to ruin your scrubs, now do we?" I asked.

She nodded and took off everything.

She was beautiful. Her nipples were already stiff with excitement and anticipation. I kissed each of them gently before nibbling on them hungrily.

She forced her breasts into my mouth almost like she was feeding me.

When I had gotten my fill of her breasts, next was her clit and labia.

I got on my knees and between her legs. She guided my lips to her entrance and gently rocked against my face.

I got a good taste of her juices as they flowed gently in response to the flicker of my tongue against her little button. I sucked on her clit, and she groaned, holding my head in place and moving her hips gently.

And then when I was sure she was properly soaked, I bent her over my table and gradually slid myself inside her.

She was wet, tight, and bumpy all at once. It was sheer endurance that kept me from climaxing just by putting it in her.

Then I started to move. Although I tried to be cautious about the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other, I couldn't hold back because of how good she felt.

With each thrust, I got deeper and deeper in her.

I stirred up her insides as I pounded her into submission.

As I kissed her from behind, she started to move her hips greedily by herself, matching my pace and bringing both of us closer to the edge faster than I had expected.

She was mine...all mine.

Harold had said that it was only a matter of time until she was his.

Little did he know that I had already claimed her.

Dr. Crystal Richards, the woman who had made me experience all these new emotions. Who had made me realize how alone I was and how foolish I had been for the past several years.

We lay still on my table, basking in postcoital bliss after I had proven to her that she was never going to be replaced.

No matter what and as long as we both lived.

Chapter thirteen

The Office of Affairs

Catherine

I tended to mind my business regarding Adam and his affairs.

Turned a blind eye to the women who visited him.

Tolerated Amanda's insolence.

Organized his activities to make sure no one bothered him, nor did his women clash with each other.

I was grateful when he limited it to just Amanda visiting. Made things easier for me to manage and all.

I believe the reason I was able to turn a blind eye to everything was because… his eyes always seemed so empty.

At forty years, he was still in his prime. A genius acknowledged by all, a billionaire who could afford anything he wanted, and an ego twice the size of the hospital he had built single-handedly.

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