His hands hold my hips firm.
His hot breath dances along my jaw.
I close my eyes and breathe him in.
The doctor pushes against me even more. His strength is devastating. I moan again.
His kisses turn more and more aggressive until he’s practically ravishing me - nipping at my neck with his teeth. I can’t help but let out a delighted shriek.
I’m loving this. I’m loving being treated like this... like an object of desire.
And I amallthat August desires.
“Get in my bed,” he growls, nodding towards his massive mattress.
“Make me,” I growl back playfully.
“Oh,” August replies. “You’re going to attempt that game?”
“Yep.”
“I will make you,” he warns.
“Try me,” I retort.
And, suddenly, the man lifts me and swings me around, dropping me on his bed. It’s all done in one movement – so goddamn easy for him, and so surprising for me.
“Oh, you did make me,” I squeal in shock and glee.
The doctor stands over the bed, grinning like a quarterback who’s just scored the winning touchdown.
“I told you I would.”
I lift up my arms for him invitingly.
“Well, you did, so come claim your prize,” I purr.
“I will,” he replies. “But I’m going to take my time and savor you slowly.”
The doctor leans down and strokes the inside of my thigh.
I grip the bedsheets and moan loudly.
The doctor gradually makes his way up my leg, his hand massaging as he goes. Heat runs up my body from his touch. I moan again and close my eyes, my head sinking into August’s soft mattress.
And then his lips touch my skin.
And I go wild.
And now he’s truly making his way up my inner thigh and toward my sex.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly, my hands gripping the sheets even tighter.
“Savoring you, Emma.”
“Please keep doing it, August.”
“I’m not planning on stopping,” he whispers as his kisses move ever closer.