Page 72 of Her Wicked Plan

“You can always occupy my mouth. That way, I don’t keep blabbing about it.” She grins up at me, and I finally notice the bruise under her left eye and the white towel draped over her shoulder. “Relax, Leo. No one heard me. I made sure no one was in earshot.” She peaks around me, looking down the vacant hall before returning her attention. I take a deep breath when her fingers come up to mess with the top button of my shirt. “That is why you canceled, right?”

My hand quickly flies up and grabs her wrist, yanking her hand away from my shirt. “I needed time to collect myself.”

“You know, you should never cancel a session on a patient in an insane asylum.” She pouts, her free hand traveling up my chest.

“Yeah, well, I also shouldn’t have had my head between your legs,” I point out in a whisper. “But we all make mistakes.”

“Hmm.” She hums. “I wouldn’t tell anyone. It would stay between us.”

“It can’t happen again, Veronica.”

“I liked it better when you called me Vee. Or little angel.” Her innocent eyes blink up at mine. “Why did you call me an angel? And will you call me that again, or is it only when I get you all hot and bothered?” My breathing stutters as her hand lowers over my stomach, meeting my belt buckle. My eyes dart up to take in our surroundings, and I find the hall completely empty. “I have to go, Leo. You’re cutting into my shower time.”

My eyes scan her face before she spins around on her heels to leave me. “Are patients supervised while they shower?”

“Why?” She stops, turning to look at me with a grin. “Are you offering?”

“No. Just all the shows I’ve seen, the patients aren’t allowed to shower unsupervised.”

“When will you learn not to get your information from TV shows? You’re a doctor, Leo. I expected better from you.” She tsks, showing fake disappointment. “They only supervise us when we have to shave. They don’t want us alone with razors. You can probably figure out why.”

“Understandable.”

“Normally,” She gets closer to me, “Edith is the one who has the luxury of being stuck with that shift. She’s the only one here I trust.” She’s now standing in front of me, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “But I’m sure she would love a day off if you’d be willing to take her place.”

“I’m not sure that would be appropriate.” I swallow. “Edith is a nurse⁠—”

“And you are a doctor,” she enunciates the title. “My doctor, to be exact. You both care about my safety. I’ll ask her if you can take over one day.”

“She won't say yes.”

“For me, she will. It’s hard for people to say no to me around here.” She finally closes the gap between us. “Must be why I like you so much. You’re a challenge... kind of.” She lifts on the tips of her toes and brushes her lips against mine. “Don’t worry, Leo. The next time I need someone to watch me shower, it will be you.”

Veronica drops back down, planting both feet firmly on the ground, and walks away from me. Letting out a breath, I watch her walk away while I feel my pants grow tighter. Fuck! Why does she do this to me?

Suddenly, I’m wide awake and no longer in need of coffee. Instead of going to the cafeteria as originally planned, I pass the open door where there is food and coffee and head straight to my bedroom.

I’m quickly making my way back, concealing my dick as best as I can because no one needs to see that.

When I finally return to my room, I lock the door behind me and undo my pants, allowing myself to breathe. Unfastening the buttons of my shirt, I rip it off of me and toss the glasses onto the desk.

Going straight for the bathroom attached to my room, I turn the shower on and then continue to undress myself until I am completely naked.

The warm water cascades down my back, and I shut my eyes tight to calm down, but when I do that, all I see is her. I see Veronica under the stream of water, staring at me with intense hunger in her eyes, waiting for me to have my way with her.

“Dammit.” I wrap my hand around my cock.

A wave of relief flows through me as I pump my hand up and down my length. My forehead falls against the tiled wall, my free hand resting above my head, and I shut my eyes again.

I imagine that it’s her hand wrapped around me. I move my hand faster, squeezing tighter, while I fantasize that it’s her supplying me with this pleasure.

I can almost hear her moans from getting me off, and it drives me utterly insane. My mouth falls open, hips thrusting into my fist when I imagine what it would be like to have those wicked lips wrapped around me, what it would feel like to have her tongue swirl around my cock.

The vibrations that her moans would send through my body.

“Shit.” I moan as I picture her on her knees like the good girl she is. Staring up at me through her full lashes with her mouth full of my cock, gagging and teary-eyed.

It doesn’t take long for me to come, which is downright embarrassing. My eyes shoot open when I’m done, and I immediately hate that I touched myself to the thought of her. For getting off to the dirty thoughts I’m having about my patient.