I know he can feel this deranged attraction, the one that had me flirting with him when I shouldn’t, had him protecting me when he didn’t know me. Had us out of control.
Pulling him in as far as I can, I swallow, suck, and lick. I can’t take all of him on my own, but I don’t think I need to. I can make him fall apart just like this. I’ll make sure of it.
Doc gives me no instructions, but his focus on me is unilateral. I glow under his attention.
God, I want more of him. My hand scrambles up his stomach, and I catch a glimpse of tattooed skin. Yes, I want to see all of it. To map every line with my fingers and tongue.
“Fucking sweetest temptation I’ve ever had.”
I track every inhale and exhale, every shudder in his chest. I’m obsessed.
“Can you take all of me?” His voice is ragged. Desire dripping with his words.
I pull back enough to tell him, “Yes. But you have to help.”
“Oh, I’ll fucking help.” The hottest promise he could make.
Taking him back in my mouth, I get myself ready, up to the point that I’ll gag. And I do. It makes him grunt, and then he’s tipping my head back, and I’m swallowing him down. His strangled moan is the best reward.
Fuck, I’m so turned on.
Will he touch me back after I make him come? Or will he send me back out to the wolves with soaked panties and no relief?
Who knew giving up control like this would be so hot?
Pleasure twists Doc’s features, his breath coming hard and fast through his nose, but he tugs me to a stop, pulling out.
I whine, reaching for him.
“Shh.”
Fear seizes me. Have we been caught? Is this going to cause a fight?
Then, the movement outside is more obvious, louder—shouts and stamping feet. The fear becomes something more real.
Doc stuffs himself back in his pants. “You know how to handle a gun, bird?”
I can’t dwell on the nickname or how it makes me feel light inside. “Yes.”
Thank god for having a southern father obsessed with guns. He’s taken me shooting since I was still in single digits. It keeps the fear from spilling into full blown panic.
“Good. There’s one in my top right desk drawer. Get it and hide until one of us comes to get you.”
I do.
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DOC
I stuff my aching cock back into my pants, grabbing my gun from its holster as Wren shuffles back behind my desk.
Good. As long as she stays hidden, I won’t have to worry about her.
I march out to meet whatever threat has landed at our door this time. Men are brawling in the bar, throwing punches, breaking chairs and tables.
Pixie is standing with her bat ready, but they don’t seem to be attacking her.
Good.
