I pump my hips faster, riding the aftershocks of Charlotte’s orgasm, and find my own only seconds later. I empty everything into her, burying my face in the crook of her neck with a deep groan. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stay like that for several moments, just breathing in her delicious scent.
Her nails scrape across my scalp as she catches her breath.
I slide from her body and pull the condom from my softening cock. After knotting the end, I toss it in a nearby trashcan before turning to look at her. A small, satisfied smile plays on her lips, and I press a kiss to them. Her smile slips away when she sees my serious expression.
“This isn’t a one-time thing,” I inform her. “I want more than just a fling we indulge in once a week.”
Her brows pinch together. “Really?”
“Really.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “I’ve spent the last six months fantasizing over you, Charlotte. But my fantasies didn’t only consist of you in my bed. They were waking up with you in the mornings. Eating breakfast with you. Going to the movies and shopping. Coming home to you at night and making love to you in a bed we share. I want to see if that’s something we’re capable of. Tell me you feel the same.”
She tilts her head, regarding me with an expression I’m not sure how to interpret. Nerves scatter down my spine as I wait for her answer.
It starts out slowly, but soon her whole face lights up with her smile. Relief slams into my gut, and it’s not until then I realize I was holding my breath. I let it out on a whoosh.
“I’d like that,” she murmurs softly. “I’d really like that.”
Elation fills me, and I scoop her up from the chair and set her down on my lap, her legs straddling my thighs. I groan when her warm pussy meets my half-hard cock. I slam my mouth down on hers and kiss the hell out of her. Her arms slip around my neck, and she squeezes me tight.
We’re both breathless by the time we break apart.
The phone on my desk ringing reminds me of where we are and the trouble I could get into. I look at the clock on the wall and release a groan. Five more minutes and our time is over. Just as the thought forms, a smile pulls up my lips. Five more minutes, and I can take Charlotte home with me.
With her still in my arms, I get to my feet. Her skirt falls, hiding the beautiful treasure hidden beneath.
“Any plans after this?” I ask, tucking my cock back into my pants. It’s hard to do because I’m still partially hard.
She smiles shyly at me, and I find I really like the look. “No.”
I grin cheekily at her. “You do now.”
She laughs, and I snag her around the waist, pulling her against my chest to lay another kiss on her.
Charlotte may have started out as my patient, but we’ll end as so much more.
Epilogue
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.