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clasp for just a moment before it springs free. I wrap my hand around the front of the bra, holding it in

place as I pull down the straps.

Master Aiden’s eyes follow my every movement, his breaths becoming faster with each bit I take

off. Emboldened by the lust swirling in his eyes, I remove my hand and let the lacy bra fall to the

ground.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, reaching out, but stopping just before he strokes my

hardened nipple. As if trying to maintain his false professionalism, he pulls back, resisting the urge to

touch me. My body cries out, longing for some bit of contact. I feel so bereft, and the harsh set of his

face does nothing to quell the lust burning deep inside.

Arousal gathers as my core clenches, desperately needing to be filled. Glancing down, I note his

erection straining against his pants and smile. At least I’m not the only one having difficulty right now.

“Now your panties,” he growls, his fingers fisting the medical gown. Turning, I hook my thumbs

under the waistband and bend over as I ease them down, giving him a show. I even shake my ass for

good measure, gasping when his hand crashes down. “Patients shouldn’t be tempting their doctors.

That’s very naughty of you. But don’t worry, you can make it up to me.”

The unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone reaches my ears, and I can’t help the smile that

crosses over my face. So much for professionalism. Stepping out of my panties, I grab them in my

hand and turn to face Master Aiden, pointedly ignoring his cock.

“On your knees, patient. I want to test your gag reflex.”

Without any additional prodding, I sink to my knees, ignoring the cold bite of tile underneath. All I

care about right now is Master Aiden’s cock. Sighing, I run my fingers up and down the length, my

internal walls fluttering at his lurid groan. I skim my lips across his head, moaning at the musky scent

of him as it invades my senses.

I open my mouth and take in his tip, sucking gently as his fingers dig into my scalp. Groaning, I

reach out and cup his balls, squeezing my thighs together as they tighten in my grasp. His girth fills my

mouth, and my lips stretch to accommodate him as I slide down.

Once his head brushes the back of my throat, I gag, but he doesn’t relent. Curling his fingers into a

fist, he holds me there. “You got this, baby girl,” he croons, dragging his length out of my mouth. “Let

me fuck this mouth like a good girl. Can you do that for me? Can you take my cock down your throat?

Try for me, baby.”