“Sounds like a frat house,” I mutter as I continue to take my clothes off.
“Quit stalling, Ms. Maxwell. I have a busy schedule today.”
“Yeah?” I ask as I kick off my shoes and shove my panties and leggings down my legs. “Do you have lots of other patients that need internal exams?”
He blinks at me.
“What?”
“I umm, thought I could do this, but the role playing seems a little weird. Are you into that sort of thing because I can try, but it’s just that it’s kind of—”
I silence him with my fingers pressed to his lips. His cheeks are red, and that shy boy that drew so much of my interest is still inside of him. I pray it never fully disappears.
“I don’t need to play doctor with you, Jude. I don’t need to pretend that you’re anyone other than you.”
His hands find my hips, and he gives me the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. “I still can’t believe this is real.”
He presses his mouth to my sternum, lips hot and perfect on my skin.
“I never thought I’d be here,” I confess.
“Naked in my office?”
“With a man I can see myself having a future with.”
His head snaps up, eyes finding mine, and not for the first time, I’m lost in him.
Despite all of my confessions and him telling me he loves me; I still feel anxious with his scrutiny. I know it’s something I’ll get used to—a man looking at me as if he thinks I’m his entire world—but that moment isn’t now.
“I’m naked,” I whisper. “And you’re still dressed. See a problem with that?”
I squeal when he easily picks me up by the grip he has on my hips and places me on the edge of the exam table.
I’m not surprised that there aren’t any stirrups. Other than Pam, there are no women working in the office, so they aren’t needed. When he leans down, his nose brushing my already slick center, I use his shoulders instead.
His deep inhale makes goosebumps pop up over every inch of my body, and my nipples tighten even further. He swipes at me with his tongue, and as much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. I’m loud, and what we’re doing feels so forbidden when he clamps his hand over my mouth without so much as pausing his working tongue. I may have claimed to be able to make him come four times in the next hour, but he seems to have reversed that promise. I’m not complaining one single bit.
I mumble against his hand when my stomach muscles tighten, that zing promising release low in my belly. This man could’ve never told me he was a virgin, and I wouldn’t have guessed. God, to be his first—and hopefully only—everything only intensifies my release.
I practically scream into his hand, my body convulsing against his mouth, and he’s relentless, bringing me more pleasure than I’ve experienced. Then he lifts his head, wiping his lips on my inner thigh as he looks at me.
“I hate that I had to muffle that. I love the sounds you make when you come.”
I lick at my dry lips when he pulls his hand away. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says with a laugh. “Ready to go back to my place?”
I shake my head.
“Yours?”
I shake my head again and reach for him.
“Grab a condom.”
He bites the corner of his lower lip, eyes darting from the drawer filled with condoms and back at me.
“I’m serious.”
“You’re also loud, and I don’t know if I can focus on keeping you quiet while I’m inside of you. I like the sound of your whimpers too much.”
“The bird out there wanted you to grab my pussy before he started humping the back of the couch. I don’t think your friends are going to be scandalized knowing you got some action in here.” He still doesn’t seem convinced even though his thumb is literally circling my clit right now. “Look at the flush on my face. Do you really think we’re going to be able to hide it?”
He swallows, his teeth once again digging into that lower lip when I can’t help but roll my hips against his touch.
“Might as well make the teasing they’ll do worth it,” he mutters, and I moan with need when he takes a step back to grab a condom.
Every cell in my body is urging me to jump his bones and ride him like a woman crazed, but he has a different idea. He rolls the condom down his length, and instantly lines up against me, but he doesn’t rush, doesn’t shove inside of me like he’s never been there before. His glide inside is intimate, filled with care and emotion, and instead of watching where we’re joined, he keeps his eyes on mine, lips parting on a soft groan.