Dr. Fake It - A Possessive Doctor Romance

I was a hungry man.

“Oh, my god, Gavin,” she gasped. “How are you so good at that? Oh, fuck.”

I pressed my fingers deep and smirked up at her. “It’s easy when you’re so obvious. I lick you like this, you gasp. I touch you like this, you moan. I can read your body, and I keep giving you what you want, nothing more or less.”

“Fuck,” she whispered, grabbing my hair. “I never want you to stop, god, I want you to keep doing this, over and over, forever. I could come like this forever.”

“I want to taste it,” I whispered, tongue working again. “I want to taste you again. Come on, Erica. Give me what I want.”

I went faster, and her gasps, her moans filled my ears. She rolled her hips and arched her back and she was glorious, she was beautiful, she was incredible, and fuck, I knew I was in this for real, I knew I was in this for the long haul, forever if she’d let me. I’d never walk away, not until I got enough of her—and I’d never reach that point, I knew it, I knew it as she came for me, came with her whole body, my tongue lapping her up, licking her up, taking her all the way.

She gasped and breathed hard as I moved back and cleaned her off my fingers.

“Good girl,” I said with a smirk.

“Oh, god.” She leaned her head back against the arm of the couch and laughed, one hand on her breast, the other above her head. Her hair was spread out around her and she looked so beautiful as she clenched her legs together. “Oh my god, that was good.”

I stood up and stared at her. I wished I could picture that moment forever, the way the light hit, the way she touched herself. It was too perfect.

“I should go to sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” She gave me a lazy smile. “Sounds good.”

“I think you should come with me.”

“Okay, sure.” She closed her eyes. “Whatever you want, doc.”

I laughed and walked to the steps. She pulled up her yoga pants but stayed sprawled there, grinning to herself.

I left her there and went upstairs to my room to make a few phone calls. The taste of her still lingered on my tongue, and I knew that would be enough to keep me going for a while.18EricaGavin parked across the street from a quaint-looking bakery with no sign out front. The windows were large and empty of signs, and the door was metal mixed with wood. A young couple covered in tattoos walked inside, laughing to each other.

“I thought you said this was about Cosimo?” I asked him, frowning at the place.

He smiled a little. “It is, trust me.” He leaned around and grabbed a black duffel bag from the back.

“What’s in that, anyway?” I nodded at it.

“Ten thousand dollars.” He opened his door and stepped out, closing it behind him.

I sighed and leaned my head back. This man was insane. He hadn’t told me much about this meeting except that it had to do with my situation, and it might be dangerous. He told me I didn’t need to come, and probably shouldn’t, but I knew that if it was about me then I should show up. I couldn’t expect him to stick his neck out there if I wasn’t willing to try too.

He stalked across the street and I followed. We went into the bakery and right away I smelled coffee and fresh bread. It was delicious, and I couldn’t help but smile. The decor was a simple mix of metal and wood with a big display case at the back, and stacks of baskets filled to the brim with loaves of bread. It looked incredibly delicious, and a bored-looking kid stood behind the counter, staring down at his phone.

Gavin hesitated, looking around the room. I wasn’t sure who we were supposed to meet, and he looked slightly confused, like he wasn’t sure either. There were a few full tables—one with several big guys in dark suits, one of them reading a paper, the others looking bored and drinking coffees—but otherwise it seemed like a pretty normal coffee place.

He approached the counter and I hurried to keep up. The bored kid looked up, and couldn’t have been older than twenty at most. “What can I get for you?” he asked.

“Coffees for both of us,” Gavin said. “Americano for me. Cappuccino for her. And one of those scones, please.”

The kid nodded and got to work. Gavin watched him then glanced at me. I stepped closer, frowning. “Who are we meeting with?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“Not sure,” he said, and I wanted to task more, but the kid came back.

“That’ll be fourteen even,” he said.

Gavin took out twenty. “Listen, I’m looking for a guy named Dante. Is he here right now?”