Somehow, I end up lying on my own dentist chair, still in my white coat, with my trousers around my thighs and Floss working my cock into a frenzy with her lips and tongue. She seems to be half hovering on top of me. I can’t quite tell as I’m writhing around in rapture and trying not to moan too loudly in case my receptionist wonders what’s going on inhere. Floss sucks my entire length into her throat and does some complicated licking thing. Her fangs graze the edges of my cock. It’s painful, but immensely pleasurable too. She knows exactly how to make my hips buck and balls tighten.
Ahhh, orgasm imminent. Just a heads-up,I warn.
Excellent, thanks.I sense her amusement.
Her lips clamp around my base, sucking hard. With a low moan, I offload what feels like a bucketload of come down her throat. Floss eagerly gulps every last drop and licks me clean. Afterwards, I lie on the chair, dazed, with my legs splayed, breathing heavily.
Jesus H. Christ,that was incredible, I think as Floss strokes my sweaty brow and kisses my cheek.
You needed that. You work too hard.
‘Can you visit me every lunch hour?’ I say out loud and only half-jokingly.
‘Sure.’ She smiles contentedly.
But I’m worried that I’ve been a selfish boyfriend. That I’ve taken my pleasure and left her hanging.
‘Did you ...?’
‘No. Close, but no,’ she whispers in my ear. ‘But it’s OK. I wanted to take care of you.’
The alarm on my phone goes off, signalling that my next patient is due in five minutes.
I drag my hand over my face, attempting to stay awake.All I want to do is take Floss home, give her pussy a thorough licking, and fall asleep with her in my arms. But I can’t.
‘Shit, I’ve got a root canal.’
Floss nods and helps me off the chair. She pulls up my briefs and trousers and buttons my coat. Then she adjusts her bra and quickly dons her long black ruffled skirt and prim high-necked blouse and overcoat.
‘Catch you later, Dr Rhodes.’ She winks and blows me a kiss as she glides towards the door—oh no, she’s leaving before I’ve had a chance to ...
‘I love you.’ The words come tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Floss halts in her tracks and turns to look at me. Her violet eyes gleam.What?
I turn away, my hand shaking, as I tidy my already carefully arranged instruments on the tray.
I know I probably shouldn’t say that. It’s making my decision even harder. But I can’t help how I feel. It’s silly.
In a flash, she’s in front of me, peering into my face.
It’s not silly, Damian. I love you too.
I gaze at her.Really?
She grins and hugs me.Of course I do. It was love at first bite. I fell for you head over heels when you came round to mine, after our date at The Brief Encounter.
I frown, confused.First bite? But I didn’t come round after, and you didn’t ...
Uh, yes. I did.She pulls back and looks at me guiltily.You won’t remember as I gave you a teensy, tiny memory wipe. But don’t worry, we had a fun time, and you tasted delicious.
Chapter 34
Florence | London, 1921
When Charlie opens the door to us in Belgravia, he’s changed so much that I can’t believe it’s the same person—until he opens his mouth and says with a sneer, ‘I knew you’d come crawling back one day, wench.’
I gaze at him in shock. ‘What happened to you?’
