“Okay, great. Next — condoms should be?—”
“Unnecessary.”
“What?” I felt my throat bob, cock only growing harder as she teased me.
“IUD, Doctor Vaughn. Unnecessary.”
“Fuck,” and the fragile grip I had on my control unraveled, threads fraying at the edges.
She stood there, breathing shallow, her scrubs rumpled from the long shift. I stepped closer, slower this time, cupping her face in both hands. Our lips met again, softly at first, exploratory. I kissed her as if I were memorizing the shape of her mouth, the way her tongue slid against mine with a tentative hunger. My fingers trailed down her neck, feeling her pulse jump under my touch.
She leaned into me, hands fisting my shirt, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, her teeth grazing my bottom lip, a spark that made my cock twitch in my pants. I groaned low, pressing her back against the desk, the edge digging into her hips.
This.
This was the moment I would never get back. This was the step just past the line, and I was hurtling towards it.
My hands slid to her waist, bunching the fabric of her top, thumbs circling the bare skin above her waistband.
“Desmond,” she whispered against my mouth, her voice breathy and teasing. “Is this all you've got? After all that talk?”
I pulled back slightly, eyebrows raised, a smirk tugging at my lips despite the heat pooling in my gut. “You want more?”
Her eyes gleamed, challenging. She arched her back just enough to press her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard points throughthe thin cotton. “Show me. Show me what was worth risking itallfor. Or are we still playing,doctor?”
That did it. The restraint I'd been clinging to snapped like a taut wire. I gripped her hips harder, lifting her onto the desk in one swift motion, papers scattering to the floor. She gasped, legs parting instinctively as I stepped between them. “Careful what you ask for, Anya,” I said, my voice dropping an octave, rough with want. “I'm going to fuck you right here, and you're going to feel everyounceof how badly I want you.”
She bit her lip, nodding, her hands already tugging at my scrubs. I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, the other sliding under her top to cup her breast. Her skin was warm and soft, and I rolled her nipple between my fingers, pinching just enough to make her arch. “Like that?” I murmured, watching her face. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she breathed, squirming under my hold. “Harder.”
Fuck.
I obliged, twisting gently at first, then firmer, until she moaned, her thighs clenching around my hips. Releasing her wrists, I yanked her top over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra followed, and I bent to take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, teeth scraping the sensitive peak. She threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, her breaths coming in short pants.
“You’re being so good for me,” I said against her skin, voice muffled. “That's it. Let me hear you.” I switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, my free hand working her scrub pants down her legs. She kicked them off, leaving her in just panties — simple cotton, already damp at the crotch.
I straightened, eyes raking over her, cock straining against my boxers. “Spread your legs for me.” She did, heels hooking on the desk's edge, and I hooked my fingers in her panties, dragging them down slowly, exposing her pussy. Wet, glistening, and parting slightly as she shifted.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” I growled, palming myself through my pants. The sight of her before me was enough to make a weaker man crumble.
I wasn’t sure I was all that strong after all. “Is this all for me?”
She nodded, cheeks flushed. “Touch me, Desmond. Please.” But there was that edge in her voice again, goading. “Or am I going to have to beg?”
I chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “Oh, you'll beg if I want you to.” My fingers traced her inner thigh, teasing the crease where leg met hip, avoiding her core. She whimpered, hips bucking toward me. “Patience,” I said firmly. “I'm going to make you come on my fingers first. Watch me.”
I slid two fingers along her slit, gathering her slickness, then circled her clit with deliberate pressure. She gasped, head falling back, and I pushed inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her clench around me. “That's it,” I coached, thrusting slowly, thumb on her clit. “Ride my hand. Feel how tight you are? You're gripping me like you never want to let go.”
Her walls fluttered, breaths ragged. “Faster,” she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders.
I increased the pace, free hand gripping her thigh to hold her open. “Like this? Tell me how it feels.”
“So good — fuck, Desmond, don't stop.”
I didn't. How could I? She wasbeggingme to keep going. I had her in the palm of my hand, but with the sneaking suspicion thatIwas about to be putty. So I pumped harder; the wet sounds echoed in the quiet office, her arousal dripping down my hand. “Good, Anya, clench around me. You're so fucking wet. Imagine my cock stretching you open instead.” She whimpered, thighs trembling, and I felt her tighten, her orgasm building fast. “Come for me now. Let go — God, you look so beautiful like this.”
She shattered with a cry, pulsing around my fingers, soaking my palm as her body shuddered against the desk. I kept thrusting through it, drawing out every aftershock until she sagged, panting.