Page 38 of Stalked


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We stare at each other, electricity crackling in the air of my exam room.

What passes between us is far more sexual than what we had going on that night in the pool. Yes, we were half-naked and yes, our intentions to have sex were obvious, unlike the suspense and not knowing engulfing our current situation.

Because this moment, this just-before-we-leap-over-the-edge, burns hotter than any fire ever would.

I slide the piece of paper to the side, my eyes shackling her gaze to mine.

Prue sucks in a sharp breath. I lick my teeth slowly.

“So…” she breaks first, and it pleases me to no end.

My silence rattles and intrigues her. I get under her skin.

“So.” I crack my fingers. “To the exam table. Let’s have a look at you.”

Her throat bobs with her swallow. My cock jerks in response to her.

No wonder I’ve never settled down. Throughout the duration of my entire fucking life, I haven’t been living. I’ve been waiting for her to come.

“On your feet,” I order, and she obeys. My dark, authoritative gaze bores holes into hers. “Go behind the curtain, take everything off…” She shouldn’t strip naked, in theory, but I don’t work by the rules when it comes to her. “Lie on the table, your feet on the stirrups.”

In the silence of the room, I can practically hear her heartbeats.

Bang, bang, bang.

“Now.” The single word bounces off the walls.

It spurs Prue into action. I sit there, listening to the rustling of the paper gown as she pulls it around her.

Her shadow moves behind the curtain, and I’m so turned on. So desperate.

“All done, Ms. Bishop?” I adjust myself in my slacks, readying myself to go to her.

“Yes…” she hesitates. “Dr. Wentworth.”

I take a deep inhale and slide the curtain open.

Precum trickles from my cock when I’m faced with my new patient. Reclined, legs open, her pussy on display and her eyes batting at me. On my exam table.

In my goddamn exam room.

My Prue.

Entirely. Mine.

“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice timid.

“What’s okay?” My eyebrows furrow at the strange question.

Nothing could be moreokaythan this. Nothing other than me driving her into mindless orgasms while I push my cock in and out of her. Tears would stream down her cheeks by the time I’m done with her.

“I never get it right the first time, the lying down position.” Her lips curl in a flirty smile. When I’m not smiling in return, not breaking character, she reverts to her quizzical expression. “My butt is always too high or too low. I never get it right.”

Her honesty is fucking adorable. A grin pushes at my lips.

I shut it down.

I’m not here to smile or make her laugh.

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