Page 98 of Dr. Damaged Protector

When I noticed the smile appear briefly on his face and disappear, I knew his plan was.

“Since you don't have enough to get a place to stay,” he started to offer some sneaky advice, “I can keep your things in my hotel room. The renovations at my place will be done soon, and I will move back there. You can remain in the hotel, and I'll settle the bill.”

It was a trap. A very obvious one. He knew it - I could tell. I decided to play along. “How can I pay you back? I already owing you for my aunt's treatment and Kate's return trip to Chicago. That's twelve months of working with you.”

“You could just add it to your tab and work for me longer,” he suggested.

“Why do you want to keep me around you?” I asked. “You are nothing but an asset to the hospital…”

He immediately hit the brakes and the car came to an abrupt stop, startling me.

“You're not just an asset,” he said. “I've made the mistake of addressing you incorrectly, and…” He placed his hand on his chest. “It doesn't feel right. I found out the hard way.”

He meant it.

“I don't know what to tell you, but what I do know is that I can't see you walk out of my life again,” he asserted as he turned to look me in the eyes. “I don't know if that makes sense.”

He was breathing heavily like he had used up all of his energy when speaking. I was trying to guard my heart, but he got through with his sincerity.

“Where is the hotel?” I asked.

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We were quiet the rest of the drive. Quiet when he made his check-in. Quiet in the elevator. And as he opened the penthouse suite, we were quiet as well.

“So this is it,” he said. “If you want, we can go back to the hospital now and pick up your things. You don't have to sleep here if you…”

I cut off his words with a kiss. When I broke it, he stared at me with visible surprise.

Crap. I was supposed to make my own confession first.

“Lucas I…”

He made no attempt to listen. He kissed me back – rougher and hungrier than what I gave him. He was breathing heavily, pulling my hair, and holding my body with his shaky hands. It was almost like he was afraid to break me.

I forced my lips away and tried to push him off, but he wasn't going to let me. I didn't want him to let me go, either. But my stubbornness spoke louder than my desire. I freed myself and tried to dash for the door. But he held me from behind and led me to the bed, pinning me down while I kicked in false resistance.

“Olivia Olivia…” the man called repeatedly - like he was obsessed with me.

I still struggled to free myself, but I didn't make an attempt to actually stop him from raising my dress. I felt his bulge against my ass, and his hands started caressing my thighs. He kissed my neck and face. I tried to move my mouth away, making it harder for him. But each time I resisted, he felt bigger and bigger.

My labia started to swell, and I could feel the juices leaking out. My stubbornness was only making me more excited as he struggled to keep me from disobeying. He finally raised my dress enough to reveal my ass.

“Stop resisting,” he commanded, and I froze.

His hands were between my legs, inching up to meet my soaked panties. I could feel his fingers press against them, gently stirring me up. I raised my hips to get more. A hypocritical move as I had been making it harder for him to do anything at this point.

“How many can you take?” he asked as he moved my panties aside, then greeting my pussy with two fingers eager to get inside me.

They weren't the only eager ones: my pussy had already started twitching.

“Two…” I replied softly.

“Louder,” he ordered as he brushed his fingers against my pussy lips.

“Two!” I exclaimed and he offered me one.

With just one finger, he started to penetrate me, before introducing the second finger. It felt so good. The walls of my entrance tightened against the intruders to keep them from moving away.

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