Page 11 of Stalked By the Doctor

The next evening, I'm on my way to Britney's when a flash of movement catches my eye on the camera feed I have pulled up on my phone. A figure has entered the frame of Camera Three, the lobby of Britney's apartment. It's a man in a leather jacket, tall and athletic.

Britney emerges from the hallway, looking adorable in an oversized sweater and leggings. The sight of her makes my blood boil. The man's gaze instantly snaps to her, and he starts making is way over to her.

Of course. What man in his right mind wouldn't notice her?

I grip the phone in my hand so hard I'm surprised I don't shatter the screen. She'smine,all mine! Who gave this intruder the right to stand there devouring her with his eyes?

"Hey, gorgeous," the audacious young man purrs.

Britney looks up at him, startled.

That man reaches out and tucks a lock of hair behind Britney's ear. "Where you heading, hot stuff?"

Rage sears through my veins like acid. How dare he touch her? I'll rip his hands off before he can lay another finger on her.

Britney steps back from him, her eyes wide with shock. "Um, nowhere." She's so innocent, she's completely caught off guard by his attention.

Don't worry, Britney, baby. I'm coming for you.

This fucker will pay for his insolence.

I burst into the lobby, chest heaving, fists clenched. I've worked myself into a fury.

"Dr. Jameson?" Britney's eyes widen when she sees me, and then they settle into relief. "What are you doing here?"

I don't answer her. Instead, I approach the fucker who dared to touch what'smine.

I tower over him, pushing my face in his. "Listen, asshat. You don't touch her again. And if I ever see you near her again, you'd better believe you'll be eating these fists."

The punk backs away with a look of terror on his face, and I turn to Britney. She's watching me with shocked eyes.

"Let's go," I say gruffly, reaching out for her hand and leading her back to her apartment.

We walk back to her place in silence but for the faint strains of a symphony coming from the lobby.

"Dr. Jameson, you're scaring me.”

Scaring her. The words cut through my rage, leaving me stunned. I release her at once, horrified by my actions. What have I done?

Britney stumbles back, looking up at me dubiously. "Dr. Jameson," she begins again.

"Paul," I rasp out. "Call me Paul.Please."

"Paul," Britney whispers so softly I almost don't hear her.

But it's enough. God help me, it's enough.

I fucking lose it. With a groan, I haul the girl of my dreams into my arms and crash my lips down on hers.

I devour her at first, but then she begins to kiss me back, and I'm shocked, my kiss slowing down in wonder.

Our lips move in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her mouth is soft and pliant under mine, her tongue shyly seeking mine. Heat coils in my belly, spreading lower.Perfect girl. Beautiful, perfect girl.My hands slide down to grip her waist, pulling her closer. She sighs into the kiss, her fingers tightening in my hair.

I could kiss her forever. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips kiss-swollen. She looks up at me through lowered lashes, gray eyes dark with desire.

"Paul," she whispers. My name on her lips is a caress. No one has ever said it like that.

"Fuck, Britney." My voice is rough with longing.

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