4
Bryan
One year later…
I creep along the tree line and stop when I have her perfectly in my line of sight. Pulling my hat down lower, I stuff my hands in my pockets and lean against the tree, a secret smile tugging up my lips.
The woman across from me tucks her crossed ankles beneath the bench and slowly opens her thighs. I’m too far away to see much, but it’s enough to have my cock turning to stone in my jeans.
She looks down at the phone in her hand, a smile tugging up one side of her mouth. A moment later, my phone pings. I pull it from my pocket.
Mrs. Erikson: Enjoying yourself?
I grin.
Me: You know I am. Show me more.
I look up just as she spreads her thighs wider and lifts her skirt a couple of inches. My eyes dart around, making sure no one else can see what she’s revealing. Satisfied that we’re pretty much alone, I bring my eyes back to her.
I grit my teeth when she teasingly glides her hand up her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. I type out another message.
Me: Don’t you fucking dare.
My warning only makes her smile turn to a devious grin as she inches her hand up higher. A growl rumbles from deep within my throat, both desire and frustration stiffening my body.
We both agreed she would continue these sexy escapades only if I was present. But her pleasure is just for me. Her current obsession is to see how much she can tempt me before I lose control.
My phone pings again.
Mrs. Erikson: I love you.
Warmth fills my heart, just as it always does when she tells me she loves me.
Me: I love you, too. But you’re not distracting me. Don’t do it.
When her hand disappears beneath her skirt, I rip off my hat, stuff it in my back pocket, and stalk toward her. Her eyes widen, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips as she watches me approach.
“Took you long enough,” she croons once I’m in front of her.
With a smirk, I yank her up from the bench, toss her over my shoulder, and smack her ass. Her laughter and the way she rubs her hands over my ass have my cock pulsing.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle.
“I’ve come to cure my sexy little patient of her ailment of showing people what’s mine.”
She’s no longer my patient, but I still refer to her as such. Just as she still calls me Doctor.
“And what’s yours, Dr. Erikson?”
“You,” I growl as I walk toward our car, my palm covering her ass. “Every single fucking inch of you.”
About Alex
Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
Originally a southern girl, Alex now lives in Ohio with her husband, two children, two cats and dog. She loves the color blue, homemade lasagna, casually browsing real estate, and interacting with her readers.
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