Page 307 of The Doctors Will See You Now

He rubbed his nose up my jaw and stopped at my ear to whisper, “Eating out.”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Keep going…”

“Specifically, my mouth on you, sucking out all the juice you can handle. Does that sound like something you’d enjoy?”

Holy hell.

“I’m definitely…intrigued.”

“I thought you might like the sound of it.”

I nodded, and he moved down my body until his face was mere inches from the apex of my thighs.

“God, this cunt,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing across my heated and aching skin. “I fucking love this cunt.”

His gaze met mine as he slowly, gently, licked his tongue against me.

“You taste so fucking good, Harlow,” he moaned into my skin, and his lips found my clit, sucking me into his mouth and flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud in rhythmic waves.

I moaned, everything inside of me vibrating with anticipation all over again, and my hips jackknifed toward his mouth on their own accord.

“First, you’re going to come on my tongue,” he demanded and tasted me again with his persistent tongue. “And then, you’re going to come on my cock.”

Yes. Please.

The day had finally come: I was becoming a man.

No, I’m kidding.

It was the day of my meeting with the mayor—the one I’d weaseled my way into by sleeping with a woman. Though it hadn’t been my original intent, I’d taken it all the way. Flirting had led to kissing and kissing had led to undressing and her grabbing me by the dick had led to…well, you know. My Dr. Erotic reputation had gotten the best of me.

I’d like to say it was a low point for me, but to be honest, it wasn’t even close. I’d done some very questionable things in my tenure, and having a little sex with a consenting adult wasn’t all that high up on my list of offenses.

Of course, it didn’t feel all that great right now, knowing I was going to have to deal with the consequences during this meeting—a meeting Pamela had made expressly clear in her email she’d be attending.

But, whatever. I’d try to do better from this point forward and shit. That was really all any of us could do. Right?

I pulled my phone from my pocket and walked a block away from St. Luke’s. I’d just come off of an overnight shift, and I was a little tired, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t done before.

I put my hand in the air to hail a cab and typed out a quick message to Harlow. It’d only been a month since I’d first met my new favorite woman, and yet, with the way I wanted to integrate her into every aspect of my life, it felt like I’d known her longer.

Me: I have a meeting in an hour at Jane in SoHo. It shouldn’t take more than an hour.

Harlow: Uh… Good for you?

Me: Smartass. Meet me there in two hours, and we can walk around and shop afterward.

Harlow: Why does walk around and shop feel like code for something?

Me: Probably because you’re smart, and you know that I’m not asking you to shop because I like to shop.

Harlow: You’re asking me to shop because you like the sex.

Me: Yes.

I loved the sex, wanted the sex…would even go so far as to say I needed the sex with Harlow. I had a huge knot of tension taking over my body piece by piece, and the kind of orgasm I had with her was the only cure for it. Trust me, I knew. I’d tried jerking off multiple times in between our dalliances without satisfaction.