Arjun finally looks up, eyebrows raised at my tone. "You sound weird. You okay?"
Mia chooses that exact moment to hollow her cheeks, creating a suction that makes my thighs tremble. Stars explode behind my eyelids as I fight to keep my expression neutral.
"Fine," I grit out. "Just... reviewing a difficult case."
"Which case?" Arjun steps closer to my desk, and I have to resist the urge to shove him back. "Maybe I can help. You look really tense."
If only he knew. Mia's hand slides up my thigh, fingers digging in just hard enough to leave marks, and I have to disguise my sharp intake of breath as clearing my throat.
"The DuBois case," I say, praying my voice doesn't crack. "Complex differential."
"Right, the one Phillips has been working on." Arjun settles into the chair across from my desk, clearly in no hurry to leave. "She's really something, isn't she? Smart as hell, doesn't back down from a fight..."
Mia's shoulders shake with silent laughter at that, and the movement translates into something that makes my cock twitch. I'm going to fucking lose my mind.
"Arjun," I start, but he's already launching into another topic.
"Actually, that reminds me. Henderson wants to discuss the Wilson case with you after lunch. Something about the treatment protocol you suggested?" He scrolls through his tablet. "And radiology called about the Crawford scans—"
My orgasm builds like a freight train, unstoppable and devastating. Mia seems to sense it, her movements becoming more deliberate, more focused, pushing me right to the precipice. I can feel sweat beading on my forehead, my muscles coiled tight as a spring.
"For the love of all things holy," I rasp, the words torn from my throat. "Please fucking leave."
Arjun's head snaps up, finally registering the desperation in my voice. He studies my face, taking in what must be obvious signs of distress, and something clicks behind his eyes.
"Oh," he says, understanding dawning. "Ohhh. Right. Yes. I'll just... go."
He practically bolts from the chair, backing toward the door with wide eyes. "Sorry, didn't mean to... I'll catch you later.”
And then, mercifully, he's gone.
The door clicks shut, and in that same instant, Mia does something with her tongue that obliterates every last thread of my control. She presses it flat against the underside of my cock while her hand twists gently at the base, and then she swallows around me, her throat constricting in a way that sends me hurtling over the edge I've been desperately clinging to. There's no holding back, no time for warning, my orgasm tears through me with the force of something that's been building since the moment she dropped to her knees.
"Fuck, Mia," I groan, my voice raw and unrecognizable as pleasure rips through my body. My hand twists tighter in her braid as I pulse against her tongue, filling her mouth with each hot wave.
My hips buck involuntarily, thrusting deeper, but she takes it all, never breaking rhythm as she works me through every shuddering aftershock. The muscles in my thighs tremble with the intensity of it, my entire body caught in the grip of a release that feels endless.
When the final tremor subsides, I slump back in my chair, chest heaving as I try to remember how to breathe normally. Stars dance at the edges of my vision, and for a moment, I wonder if I might actually pass out. The weight of what just happened—in my office, in the middle of a workday, with Arjun walking in—should horrify me. Instead, I feel something dangerously close to exhilaration.
Mia remains on her knees, looking up at me with those green eyes that somehow manage to be both innocent and knowing all at once. There's a triumphant curve to her mouth, a look that says she knows exactly what she's done to me, and she's not even sorry.
"Come here," I manage, my voice still rough. Reaching for her, my fingers curl around her wrist to tug her upward.
She allows me to pull her into my lap, her knees straddling my hips. One of my hands cradles the back of her head while the other settles at her waist, keeping her steady against me.
"You're fucking trouble," I tell her, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. Pulling her closer, I capture her mouth in a kiss that's as much punishment as it is reward. I can taste myself on her tongue, and the knowledge that she swallowed me down, that she took everything I gave her without hesitation, sends a renewed surge of desire through me despite my recent release.
When we finally break apart, both slightly breathless, I keep my lips close to hers. "You're going to pay for this tonight," I whisper against her mouth, the words a dark promise. "For all of it. I'm going to make you beg, Mia. Going to keep you on the edge until you're sobbing my name."
She shivers in my lap, a full-body tremor that I feel through every point of contact between us. Those green eyes darken further, pupils dilating as my words sink in.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" she asks, her voice breathless but still carrying that edge of defiance that drives me wild.
"Both," I reply. My hand slides from her waist to cup her breast. Her sharp intake of breath is music to my ears. I tease her nipple before pinching it through the fabric of her scrub-top.
“I can’t fucking wait to play with you tonight.”
Unable to help myself, I trail kisses down her throat. Her rocking movements have increased in speed and intensity. But just as I think she’s going to chase her own orgasm, she stops and sighs. “Shit.”
