Page 7 of Claiming His Girl

When I played the fantasy in my head, it was this soft and slow kiss that turned my body on fire. That’s what I expected from him, something sure and controlled.

It isn’t at all what I get though.

Chase kisses me like a drowning man. Before I know it, he’s pulled me down on top of his hard chest and tangles his fingers in my hair as he licks his way into my mouth.

"You're so responsive," he groans against the curve of my neck.

My breath hitches as Chase uses one hand to flip me so that I'm lying on my back. Then he slips his other hand beneath the front waistband of my leggings.

"Goddamn, you're soaked. Spread your legs more. I want to play."

A hum of pleasure escapes the back of my throat as Chase plunges a thick finger inside me. The scent of my arousal fills the air, and I moan as he hits that sweet spot, the contrast of his rough fingers against my slick skin sparking my nerve endings to life.

Suddenly, he freezes. “You’re a virgin, baby?”

My voice is barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

I feel my cheeks burn. “It all happened so fast. I d-didn’t think to tell you.”

Chase groans.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, Molly.” He slips a second finger inside me and starts pumping even faster than before. “Sofucking wet and tight and perfect. Can’t wait to make this virgin pussy cream on my dick before I fuck you with my tongue.”

My inner walls clamp down hard at his words.

I’m a little embarrassed by how shameless I’m being right now, but it feels so good I can’t help it. The wet sounds of his finger moving in and out of me turn me on that much more. And before long, I feel myself spiraling dangerously close to the edge.

"Chase, I t-think I'm about to..."

"Do it," Chase growls. "Don't hold back. Come for me."

And with that, I surrender to the feeling. My orgasm ripples through me, and Chase kisses me through it all.

Then I slump into his arms, and he kisses me on the forehead.

"That was so hot. I love the sounds you make when you come apart for me." Chase brushes my bottom lip with his thumb. "How about I take you to my room?”

“Your room?” I repeat in a dazed voice.

Chase chuckles and kisses my hair. “Of course, sweetheart. I’m not going to fuck you for the first time on a couch."

As soon as he says the words, my eyes pop wide, and reality crashes over me like a cold wave.

What in the world am Idoing?

When I became a physical therapist, I committed to being a healer. Just like my dad. Chase is my patient, and I just crossed the line. Sex is not meant to be part of the healing process.

"Chase, wait."

"What’s wrong?"

"Everything’s wrong.” I bury my face in my hands and groan. “You're my patient. I can't believe I took advantage of our relationship like that. I am so sorry. I just--"

"Hey," Chase cuts me off as his hand reaches for mine. "You don't have to apologize. And you definitely didn't take advantage of me. I want this. I want you, Molly."

I shake my head and pull my hand away. “I think I better go.”

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