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It also means he’s often in surgery.
I should wait. Not push my luck. We have our date tonight. There is zero doubt about what’s going to happen.
But I want more. I want a preview of coming attractions. It’ll be fun to start the foreplay hours beforehand.
In one of my infinite laps down the hall past Drew’s office, he’s in there.
I shouldn’t be forward. I should let him do all the manhandling.
Right?
Hell no.
This girl goes after what she wants.
I step inside his office and close the door.
He watches me walk around his desk.
“Ensley.” His tone is a warning.
“Hello, Dr.Daniels. My boss.” Just saying it makes a hot thrill bolt through me.
He spins in his chair to face me, and screw it, I straddle him.
I don’t need to make the next move. He’s on me, his hand on the back of my neck, dragging my face to his.
I’m lost in his kiss again, my heart pounding, the ground sweeping out from under me.
His reaction is instant, and I press down into the delicious feel of his erection against the seam of my jeans.
This morning I raided Lila’s closet and borrowed a shirt with a line of pearl buttons. And trust me, I thought this one through. I could picture him unfastening them one by one.
And now he’s doing it, letting out a happy“mmm”upon discovering the front-hook bra again.
I want him to see me, to feel me. I want his mouth all over me.
He knows. He’s got my number. Once my skin is bared to him, his mouth is everywhere. I clutch his head to my chest, his mouth surrounding my nipple. It’s his office. The other employees are mere yards away in the treatment space. I didn’t even lock the door.
I’m on fire.
Hell yeah, I’ll quit my old job. I’ll move here. I’ll do this work for free, dammit, just for this.
The feeling is unbelievable. This must be what drugs are like. Heroin, speed. I don’t even know the names of other drugs.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t need them.
I have Drew Daniels.
I’m so wet, my panties are clinging to me with how I press against him.
His hands grip my butt, rocking me up and down.
I gasp. “Please tell me someday you’re going to finish the job right here on this desk.”
He groans. “Trying not to do it right now.”
“You said you would make me scream,” I say.
