Multiple orgasms will do that to a girl.
It was official, she was out of control.Sex with an ex once wasn’t great.But twice?Twice was catastrophically stupid.Even for her.
Don’t forget at work.You did it at work, too.Anyone could have walked in.
Frigging marvelous.Another curse left her lips as she finally managed to close the zipper.She was a dumbass.
“B, baby.”Benny’s hand cupped her cheek as she desperately tried to look anywhere else but into his eyes.“Don’t be mad.Please.”
Her gaze went down and she immediately regretted it.The damn man was still shirtless.Flashing that hard chest at her again.He was temptation wrapped up in a six-pack sent personally to wreck her.
“NeNe, look at me.”She was.That was part of the problem.On a sigh, she met his eyes.“We’re going to do that again,” he confidently declared.
What did he just say?
She was mentally preparing to open a full can of whoop ass on him when he went on, his thumb lazily stroking her cheek.“Don’t give me that look and pretend you weren’t chanting my name five minutes ago.”The freaking nerve.“‘Cause you were.Just like I was chanting yours when you clamped down around me and I saw fucking stars.”
She was finding it hard to swallow as she stared into him, the intensity in his eyes scaring the living daylights out of her.
“Tell me this won’t happen again,” he demanded.
Opening her mouth to try, she thought better of it and changed her mind.She’d already proved she had absolutely zero willpower, best not make herself a liar, too.
“That’s what I thought.”A dangerous smile tilted his lips before his mouth covered hers again.
Yep.Zero willpower.At least you’re consistent.
Another claiming kiss sent more shivers through her.She also might’ve accidentally moaned again as he opened her up to him.Killing more brain cells as he tasted every inch of her.
Just as she was contemplating repeating her stupidity for a third time, a loud knock on the consultation door had her heart stopping for an entirely different reason.
Damnit.At work, remember?
How could she keep forgetting?
Quickly slipping from Benny’s hold, she crouched down to pick up her white jacket.
“Can I come in?”Dr.Brunswick’s deep voice echoed through the wood.
“Um,” she stuttered, trying her best to redress and flatten her sex hair.“I’m in the middle of a physical exam.”
Benny flashed her a wicked grin at her announcement, clearly in no hurry to put a shirt on.
“Male or Female?”Brunswick asked.
“Male,” she confirmed hesitantly.
“Great.”
Next thing she knew, Dr.Brunswick was pushing open the door.
Is this what a stroke feels like?
She couldn’t feel her legs.A cold sweat breaking out as her supervisor approached.Ignoring the topless man, his gaze flicked between Bethany and the clipboard he was holding.
“Sorry to interrupt, but how much longer do you think you’ll need?We’re getting a bit backed up out there and I need to know whether to reassign some of your patients.”
She was guessing that she’d gone way over the allotted fifteen minutes with Benny.
