“Three…” he grunts out, his fingers clawing into my hips.
“Two…”
I clench around him now.
“One.”
The full force of my orgasm sweeps over me, the dam breaking. My shoulders shake, holding myself up, my pussy throbbing around his cock as it floods my sex with his release. He’s whimpering in my ear, barely thrusting as the last of his pleasure seeps out of him.
I never imagined a man whimpering and totally undone would be as attractive as this. But feeling Alfie lose himself entirely within minutes, because of me, is utterly gratifying. Sure, it might be because I brought him within an inch of an orgasm mere hours ago, leaving him high and dry like a desert up a mountain, but honestly, I think he’s just fucking desperate for me. It’s thrilling, really. I thought Alfie had all the power, but today I’m realizing that I have just as much.
He pulls out, his come dripping down my inner thigh, and he grabs a tissue from the box on the side, cleaning me up until I can pull my skirt down.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, taming my hair and pushing it behind my ears.
“I need my thong.”
A devilish smirk plays on his lips, and he boops my nose. Alfie, after he comes, is so relaxed he’s fucking playful. It’s so unlike his normal work self, I’m desperate to see more.
“No, I don't think so. Maybe this will make you question whether you should fuck around and stick your ass in the air for everyone to see.”
I laugh. “This may very well backfire on you, Dr. Adams. I’m not afraid of a little public nudity.”
“I’m going to end up friendless, jobless or dead because of you, Mia Sinclair. Flash your ass again and I’ll take you home and show you how fucking pissed I am about my blue balls.”
“Sounds like a good time.” I wink and saunter out of the library.
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We say our goodbyes to the Dinner Club. To apologize to Katie for using Jonesy to annoy Alfie, I keep him distracted by signing ASL with him whilst she takes the spare room she loves. Lottie is swaying as Caleb holds her by her waist, her goofy grin making his whole face light up. I watch Alfie, a content smile on his face. This is his happy place, being with them. His one relief in the month where he can just be himself.
“I’m so glad our plan worked,” Lottie says loud enough for Katie to hear upstairs.
I frown.
“Lottie, time for bed,” Caleb announces, sweeping her away from the entrance.
“Hang on, what plan?”
“Alfie asked for our help. He wants to get you to be his girlfriend and doesn't know how. It’s really quite sweet. Headores you, Mia. Are you girlfriend-boyfriend now?” She swings around, cupping my cheek. Her delicate features are tired, like there’s been something bothering her, and tonight was a perfect excuse for her to forget for a while.
“Goodnight, Lottie, Caleb.” Alfie nods, leading me out the doorway before I can answer.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alfie
Idon’t like giving up on patients. It can harm their recovery and jeopardize any progress they’ve made. However, Mia’s safety is paramount, and moving Nate to an alternative psychologist is essential.
“Hey, Dr. Adams. Where’s Mia today?” Nate asks.
I’d given Mia the day off so she wouldn’t have to see Nate again. I’d insisted it was so she had more time to prepare for her dissertation defense, which was only three weeks away, but her raised eyebrow and pursed lips suggested she saw right through me.
“Come in, let’s have a chat.”
“What’s going on?” he scowls, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I lead him into the office and we take our usual positions opposite each other. Nate’s shoulders are hunched, his fingers red raw as he begins picking at them again.
