“Smells like happy hour in here.”
“Yeah, he...He has a…” I shook my head. “He’s a brilliant doctor, you know? He just doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life.”
“I understand that.”
I met his gaze, his expression inspiring me to trust him. “Do you?”
“I mean, to a certain extent. I can’t say I would drown my confusion in…” He sniffed the air and grimaced. “...in peppermint schnapps, but I can extend empathy.”
“That’s what makes you amazing.”
I covered my mouth, realizing I had blurted something ridiculous. Wow, check your filter, Bri.
Marshall studied me with amusement for a second. He motioned to the door. “Why don’t you lock up? We don’t have any more appointments. Come to my office for coffee while your brother sobers up.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
Minutes later, I had joined Marshall in his private office. The clinic was quiet, most of the staff had already left. It seemed like we were the only two people around. You know, aside from my drunk brother and my best friend.
I wondered how they were doing.
As I got cozy in the chair across from Marshall’s desk, he prepared coffee. I accepted the mug he offered me and shivered at the shift in temperature, noticing the significant heat that had settled between us. Was it just me?
His fingers drifted over my knuckles, a knot coiling in my gut that caused me to whimper. I didn’t dare look at him, not even when his fingers met my chin. He lifted my chin, forcingme to gaze into his eyes, chocolate brown irises swirling with desire.
He wanted me—I could tell.
My breath hitched as he bowed forward and closed the gap between us. We didn’t need to say a word about our longing. It was evident in the way we kissed, his lips warring with mine in a way that said he had been thinking about our kiss from last night.
I had been thinking about it, too.
Never let this end, I begged quietly as I returned the kiss passionately. Never let us part.
Golden warmth echoed deep within my body as I struggled to set the mug aside. I needed to have as much of him pressed to me as possible with nothing in the way. I wanted complete access to him. I wanted to be consumed.
I drew him close, arms wrapped around his shoulders as he nuzzled into my neck, decorating my skin with hungry kisses that drew soft moans from my lips. His mouth charged my skin wherever he roved, and his hands drew circles of heat beneath my scrubs. I bucked as he shimmied between my legs, pressing his hardening length to the apex of my thighs.
Soft nuzzling shifted into uncontrollable marking as he lifted me from the chair and planted me on his desk. His hands made quick work of removing our clothing, piling it in a messy heap on the ground next to us. As his fingers grazed my wet slit, I shuddered with desire, eyelids heavy as I tried to peer up at him.
My vision blurred. He was making it so hard to focus. And yet, I was enjoying every second of it.
His questioning eyes stole my attention. I nodded, biting my lower lip as I held his gaze. He stroked my muff, causing me to gush as he slid his fingers between my slit and teased my entrance.
“No, I want…” I licked my lips and then pressed them together to keep my moan from echoing too loudly. “You. I want you, Marshall.”
“Not until I say so,” he teased gruffly.
Shivers of delight flooded my body as he dropped south, decorating my naked torso with his mouth. He marked a path of kisses to my stomach, to the edge of my pubic mound, and then paused at the top of my muff slit, glancing up at me with lust clouding his eyes.
I bit my lower lip and nodded.
His tongue extended slowly and met the arch of my slit, drawing a slow circle around my clit. I whimpered loudly, clapping my hand over my mouth to contain my reaction. Who was I kidding? Around Marshall, I couldn’t contain a damn thing—and that’s what I loved about being around him.
I didn’t need to control myself. I didn’t need to hide or perform. I could be exactly who I wanted to be. He welcomed my genuine expression, nudging me in all the right places to prompt a response.
As his tongue drifted between my slit, I let my head fall back, keeping my hand pressed over my lips as I focused on his dedicated laving. He dragged his tongue from my entrance to my clit, drawing out long, tortured moans from my throat.
I vibrated with desire as he brought his fingers back in, teasing my hole until he plunged inside. He was making a mess of my muff, saliva coating his every lick and dive. My shivering worsened the more time he dedicated to my pleasure, and I found myself rocking forward, eager to meet his mouth.
Warm, wet, wild laves rocked me to my core, the sound of his slurping causing me to gush even more. Whimpers turned into ragged gasps for air, my fingers tangling into his thick curls to keep him from pulling away. I was seconds away from bliss, from a little death that I knew would carry me over a cliff.
And then he stopped. He stood up and cradled my body, smiling with satisfaction as I begged him in heated whispers to continue.
“Do you want me?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes, please...Marshall, I’m so close.”
“Beg for Daddy’s cock.”
I groaned as my lips parted to speak my desire. I whimpered and gasped as his fingers lightly teased my muff, dragging out my approaching eruption with feathery strokes that could have made me burst. But I held tight to my explosion. I wanted him inside me first.
“Daddy, please,” I whimpered. “Take me.”
He obeyed instantly, the head of his staff replacing his fingers and nudging my entrance. Slow, fluid thrusts erupted from his hips as he floated inch by inch into my entrance, drawing out his teasing dance of my muff. I arched to accept him, encouraging him to dip as deep as possible.
I didn’t want him to take his time. I wanted him to claim me now. And in so many ways, I made that obvious, parting my legs wide and tugging eagerly on his hips. He sank deep inside me, hands resting at the small of my back to hold me close to him.
Enveloped by craving, I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to quicken his pace. The coil in my gut threatened to snap with each pump, electricity tingling through every limb. He kissed my jugular, trailing over my main artery as he surged inside me.
My breathing labored as his curious fingers came to my clit, rubbing fervent circles over the engorged bud. His dedicated touch and piston-like thrusts sent me over the edge, causing me to dig my nails into his shoulders as I exploded.
I throbbed as he pierced me repeatedly, not stopping until my convulsions faded. He chased my orgasm with his own, burying himself to the hilt as he burst. Our panting was the only remaining sound. Sweat coated our bodies, creating slippery friction as we sought to kiss every available surface.
“Marshall,” I whimpered as he pulled out. Fluid soaked my thighs. “I loved that. And I want to do it again.”
“Right now?”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes...take me. Right now…”