Instead of heeding my warning, it only makes her smile turn into 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 were 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 chest, just as it always does when she says those words.
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, has 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, sexy fucking inch of you.”