Page 2 of Bossy Playboy Doctor

"Mm… hear me out," she said, moaning. She slowly lowered her hips to take in my length better.

As her ass made contact with my skin, my dick was completely inside her–warm, wet, and safe, tight with bumps in the right spaces.

"Aah, go on," I urged her to continue.

She leaned backward, using my legs as support, and started to move her hips, pulling my dick in and out.

???: the Japanese kanji on her stomach translated to “bad woman”. I don't know why she chose it as a tattoo. She was a model; maybe thought it would look cool on her. I have a tattoo as well. I only got it back in college because I wanted something to differentiate me from my twin brother, Ian. Then again, the tattoo wasn't necessary because Ian didn't go anywhere that would require him to take off his clothes.

I regretted that tattoo. Well, it won't be the first time I did something I'd regret. She leaned forward with both her hands on my shoulders; the gentle rocking of her hips was going faster and faster.

"Like I was saying, aren't you ever going to settle down?" she asked.

"Why? Do you want to settle down with me?" I asked.

"I would love that," she replied instantly as she bit her lower lip.

"Why?" I asked as I held her hips and forced her down correctly, my dick hitting her womb.

"Ha… aah…oh, my goodness." She moaned as I started thrusting upward.

"I asked you something, didn't I?" I reminded her.

"I mean, come on, you're rich, have a deliciously irresistible dick…what else could be my reason?" she asked.

Do you see?

"You do know that I'm clumsy right?" I reminded her.

"Ah, right, it can be a major turn-off," she replied amid her labored breathing. "I'm almost… there…"

"Already? I'm not even close yet,” I responded as she started to slow down, leaving me to fuck her myself.

"I'll finish you off with my mouth, I promise," she said. "Let me off."

I'm not the aggressive type, especially if they aren't into it. I pulled out and watched her finish me off with her mouth. This was fine. I didn't need love or anything. None of them could get my heart pounding anymore. And even if they did, there was no way anyone would genuinely care about a man as clumsy and careless as I was.

"So, how about it?" Gabrielle asked as she helped me out of the condom and tossed it away.

"Me and you. Happily ever after."

"I don't think so," I sighed and placed my hands behind my head and lay down.

She lay on my chest. "Is it because I can't finish you off properly? I assure you, no normal woman can do that."

"Then no normal woman would be my wife then," I replied and turned to look at her. "Besides, this kind of lifestyle isn't so bad. No one to remain loyal, and all of you already know the law."

"Ethan Sullivan doesn't fall in love," she said along with me. "I know, but if you ever change, I will call dibs."

"If."

"If," she affirmed. "It might happen, you never know."

"I doubt that," I said and focused on the ceiling.

It isn't going to change. I know that. It was fine. Working long hours and spending free time with my mother, my brothers, and my niece. And if they are busy, I can spend time with a girl of my choice. I wasn't lonely cause I was technically never alone.

To be honest, I thought about it. When my brother was married to his late wife, I often saw a look of palpable joy on his face. I also saw my mother and father so in love that it filled my brothers and me with joy just watching them fawn over each other. It made me jealous, wondering if I could ever have something like that. When my sister-in-law died, I saw how it broke my brother. And when Dad succumbed to an illness, I know how devastated my mother became.

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