Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
And they were wet. I could see it right there between her legs — the unmistakable dark mark in the gusset of her panties.
“I need to make sure everything works,” I growled.
She blushed even deeper, and I groaned as she chewed on that bottom lip again.
“It does,” she whispered again.
“I can see that.”
Natalie gasped, her cheeks burning bright red as she closed her eyes.
“I’m here to help, princess,” I said quietly.
“It’s not…that,” she finally blurted out.
“You can get turned on.”
Her eyes opened, and she dragged them up to my eyes, swallowing thickly.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“It’s the after that part.”
Natalie nodded, her chest rising and falling.
“Take them off, princess,” I growled. “Take your panties off and show me that pretty little pussy.”
Chapter Four
Natalie
“Take them off, princess.”
My whole body tingled — every inch of my skin shivering and craving so much more as his words blazed through me.
I wanted him to touch me.
I knew how wrong it was, especially since he was my goddamn doctor, but I couldn’t help it, and I couldn’t stop the feelings roaring through me. I wanted him to touch me like he had the night before, when he’d grabbed me, and pulled me into him. I wanted him to command me — to take what he wanted and leave me moaning for more, just like he had the night before.
I wanted that submission I’d felt when his lips had seared to me — that feeling his lips and his touch had brought that I’d never come close to feeling before.
I wanted him, with every part of me, no matter how wrong it was.
“Take your panties off and show me that pretty little pussy.”
I gasped, my eyes darting to his and my whole body melting as I saw the fierce, hungry look in his eyes. His words were like a lit match to the gasoline inside of me, engulfing me in the flames. Those words were certainly not the way a doctor spoke to a patient, but I didn’t care.
Hell, I wanted him to keep going.
I swallowed, our eyes locked and feeling the heat of his gaze washing over me as he leaned close.
“Take them off, princess,” he purred.
“I—”
I couldn’t move. Not because I was scandalized, or scared, or anything like that. I couldn’t move because I’d never been so turned on in my life. I’d never felt every inch of my body blazing with heat like that.
“Or maybe,” he leaned closer, his eyes flicking over my face and just the finest hint of a hungry grin on his perfect lips. “Maybe you need my professional help.”
I whimpered — fuck, I actually whimpered — as his hand slid down my bare tummy, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I gasped, my tummy caving as his fingers slid over my skin, down to the lacy edge of my panties. Two of his fingers pushed under the edge, making me gasp again as he pinched the fabric between those and his thumb.
And slowly, he tugged.
I bit my lip, my whole body trembling as I let this dominant, gorgeous, sexy as sin doctor — my doctor — slowly peel my panties away from me and down my thighs, until he could see everything.
Doctor Owenson growled, right into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“And do you always get this wet, princess?” he said lowly, his baritone voice rumbling in my ear.
“I—”
It was mortifying, but then, it was also making me even wetter, with him pulling my panties down like that and seeing how slick and wet I was. I was sure he could see it glistening on my lips, not to mention how soaked my panties were.
“No,” I whispered.
“No?”
I shook my head.
“Interesting,” he growled. His hand let go of my panties, leaving them tangled halfway down my thighs. His fingers trailed over my skin as he slid his hand back up my leg, making my breath catch and my hips somehow arch towards him as if they had a mind of their own.
His fingertips trailed up the crease between my thigh and my pussy, and this time, I couldn’t stop the cry from tumbling from my lips.
“Perfectly normal response to stimulus.” He turned, his eyes burning into mine.
“Good girl.”
His fingers teased over my thigh for one more second, before suddenly, he slid his hand right between my legs.
Holy shit.
I moaned, loudly, my breath catching in my throat and my whole body buzzing with electricity as his fingers slid through my slick, wet lips. I gasped, my hips rocking into his hand and making him chuckle as he ran one thick finger up and down my pussy.
“So eager,” he growled.
His fingers spread my lips, making me whimper. He wasn’t wearing any gloves. And for a second, I almost let my mind stick there, before I rolled my eyes to myself.
Right, that’s what was making this unprofessional. Not that the most gorgeous, commanding, toe-curlingly sexy and captivating man I’d ever met was stroking my pussy with my panties around my knees on an exam chair in his doctor’s office.