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Her breath hitched at my touch, her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me there. The warm whisper of silk against skin sent a shiver coursing through me, a primal affirmation. "It's...a start," she managed, her voice husky and laden with desire.
My hands roamed freely over her bare skin now, fingers tracing the curves of her waist and belly. Her body responded to every touch, every stroke; a tiny gasp here, a shuddering sigh there. It was intoxicating, this power I held over her. And yet I knew that it was she who truly held the power over me.
"Do you want me to check your pussy?" I asked.
Her lips parted, her eyes glossy and dark. "I thought you were taking this slow, Zane," she managed to gasp out, the words saturated with a veiled invitation.
"The offer is merely professional," I countered, my voice steady even as my pulse thrummed in my veins. My fingers ghosted over the edge of her jeans, pulling a shiver from her body. "I should ensure that everything is in working order. I'm supposed to be looking after you."
"Alright, Doctor Silva," she said.
"Good girl," I murmured, placing another soft kiss against her collarbone. Slowly, my fingers began to trail downward, but I paused when they reached the waistband of her jeans.
“What are you waiting for?”
I looked up at her, fixing her with the kind of stern look I would have worn at the hospital. “I’m the doctor, you’re the patient,” I said. “You need to trust my expertise.”
“Yes, sir,” she teased.
I gripped her by the jaw, sudden, making her gasp.
“If you mouth off to me I’ll have to stuff it with something.”
She took a shuddering breath, but nodded, and for real this time said, “Yes, sir.”
I unbuttoned her jeans with practiced ease, my fingers exploring lower as I murmured words of praise. "God, Miss Rosales," I breathed, my thumbs finding the delicate lace edge of her panties. They were drenched with arousal, and it only took a split second for her musky scent to nearly overwhelm me. "You're so warm...so wet."
Her body arched beneath my touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I continued to explore. My fingers ghosted over the fabric on top of her clit.
She let out a shaky breath. "Zane..." Her gaze was locked onto mine, the tension thick between us.
"Relax," I whispered, brushing my lips against her ear. A shiver ran through her, and I stroked her hip gently in response. "You're so beautiful, Justice," I murmured, tracing my fingers lightly over her lace-covered center. She moved against me, her breath hitching. "Such a perfect little slut."
A gasp of surprise escaped her, turning into a low moan as my fingers pressed through the thin fabric. She was so wet, so ready.
"You like that, don’t you?" I whispered, my fingers inching further down. Her thighs parted in anticipation, a provocative invitation that had my heart thundering in my chest.
"Yes..." Her voice was a breathy whisper, her dark eyes searing directly into my soul. My fingers began to move at the sides of her panties, teasing her just enough to make her gasp.
"Tell me," I murmured, pressing closer to her. "Tell me how much you want this."
Her reply was a ragged whisper that sent a shiver of anticipation spiraling down my spine. "I want you...I want this...so much..."
"Of course you do," I said. "It's all you want, a fucking cock in every hole all the time. That's why you're so wet, isn't it?"
She groaned, not answering my question.
"Well, medically," I said, pushing her panties aside. "I need to check." I lowered my voice to a near-whisper. "May I?"
She nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The anticipation was thick, making my skin tingle with need. Carefully, I slipped my fingers beneath her panties, brushing against her wet folds. She gasped, a soft, pleading sound that set my blood on fire.
"Does that feel good?" I asked, not breaking eye contact as my fingers continued their exploration. A part of me wanted to make this last, to draw out every gasp and moan from her lips until she was begging...but another part wanted to get my hard cock inside her before we were interrupted. I had to fight against that instinct; I knew we had time. It was easier when I looked at her face, even as her eyes glazed with desire. Her flushed cheeks were enough to tell me that she was enjoying this, enjoying me.
"Very good," she murmured after a beat, her voice strained. She bit her lower lip, a small smile pulling at its corner as her fingers curled around the edge of the desk.
With every inch I claimed, her breath hitched. She squirmed beneath me, a subtle dance of anticipation that sent my pulse racing. I held my gaze steady on her face, watching as the pleasure etched across it deepened with each gentle stroke.
As I continued to explore her, she began to writhe and moan, her body arching towards me. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, sending a surge of arousal through my own body. And yet, despite the intense desire coursing through me, I took my time with her. I wanted to savor every moment, to make this experience as pleasurable for her as possible.
