Page 24 of A Very Grumpy Doctor

I pour us each a glass of wine, and we eat, the mood between us becoming lighter as we talk.

Alexi spears a potato with her fork.“What made you want to be a doctor?”

“It was always the plan,” I admit.“My parents pushed for it, but as I got older, it was the only path that interested me.Sometimes, I think maybe I did it just to go along with my parents’ plan, but when I’m at the clinic, diagnosing and helping people, I know I made the right choice.I may not have the best bedside manner, but I don’t feel like a grumpy ogre when I’m around people if I’m helping them.”

She laughs.“Believe me, ogres donotlook like you.”

I raise an eyebrow.“Oh?What do I look like?”

“Like a model.”

I laugh.

“You do,” she insists.

“You’re the model between the two of us,” I correct.

We finish eating, and I clear the plates before she can get up.

“I’ll do the dishes later,” I tell her when she offers to clean up.

She frowns.“I can do them.”

I shake my head.“No, let’s go relax.”

I lead her into the living room, and we sink down onto the couch.

“Want to watch a movie?”I ask, turning on the TV and flipping through the options.

“Maybe later,” Alexi whispers.

I turn to look at her.She’s staring at me, her blue eyes dark and heated.I watch as her tongue darts out, dragging along her full bottom lip.

“Baby,” I croak.

She leans forward, closing the distance between us.Her lips land on mine, and my hand cups her chin, tilting her head so I can plunge my tongue into her mouth.Alexi tastes like wine, and I groan, kissing her harder.Her fingers thread through my hair, and she tugs on the short strands.

As quickly as the kiss started, she breaks it, pulling back.I want to reach for her and pull her against me, but Alexi moves faster.She kneels beside me, throwing one leg over mine to straddle me.

“That’s better,” she says huskily.

I swear that I almost come in my pants.

I grab her waist, and she leans in, pressing her lips to mine again.A switch flips inside me as she grinds against me.My cock hardens in my pants as she rocks against it.

“Alexi, maybe we should slow down,” I say while I still have the strength to resist this, resist her.

“I don’t want to stop.I want you, Hugh,” she whispers.

That’s all I need to hear.I stand, flipping Alexi onto her back on the couch.She gasps as she bounces on the cushions, and I groan as her tits jiggle beneath her shirt.

“We don’t have to?—”

“I want to, Hugh,” she says, cutting me off.“Don’t you want me?”

“More than my next fucking breath,” I say instantly.

She smiles, and right before my eyes, strips her shirt over her head, letting the garment drop to the floor beside the couch.