“Stop it, Grant. I don’t need you to spare my feelings. I’m a grown woman. And a professional. Let’s finish this exam and you can be on your way.”
Grant shook his head and flexed his jaw. He took a harsh tone with her. “You’re being ridiculous. Your ex-husband is a fucking moron who obviously gave you some undeserved hang-ups, but that has nothing to do with me. And if he didn’t want to touch you every single minute he could, then he’s blind. And I’m real fucking glad he’s blind, because that means there’s more for me.”
“Grant—”
He grabbed her waist and rubbed his hands up over her breasts, pulling her lab coat to the sides. “There’s nothing unattractive about you, Mara. You smell downright appetizing. You taste even better. And you have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen. I would know. I have perfect vision.” Reaching over, he tapped his chart. “Says so right here.”
A wobbly satisfaction settled into Mara’s knees. Experience left her terrified to hope he was telling the truth.
“I don’t—” She started to speak, but he interrupted her with a kiss. He grabbed her ass, lifting her into his naked body. His hard-on pressed into her stomach as he pulled her tongue between his warm, inviting lips.
He did things to her mouth that she wanted him to do to the rest of her. He removed her lab coat and her blouse before she remembered she was supposed to be examining a patient. When he unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor, reality set in.
“Grant, stop. I can’t … I’m supposed to be … I don’t want to do this.” She lied, hiding her breasts behind her arms. She’d have to lie or he was going to convince her to have mind-blowing sex in a patient exam room at her new job. Getting fired would be really bad after relocating to a foreign country, for God’s sakes.
“Oh, is that right?” He grinned, so sure of himself. “Well let’s just check one thing first.”
The way the sunlight from the window shrouded his silhouette made him look like a giant golden apparition. Like some kind of sexy genie, sent to grant all her naughtiest wishes.
“What?” Mara breathed. “What are we checking?”
“If you aren’t wet, I’ll put my clothes on and behave myself right now,” he whispered against her mouth. “I’ll believe you don’t want to do this and I’ll stop trying to convince you.”
Oh, she’d never pass that test. And the cocky bastard knew it.
Though she panicked as she stood in the exam room, naked except for her skirt and heels—knowing someone could walk in on them at any moment—she froze in place. She couldn’t remember which muscles to use to stop him as he slid his hand up her skirt, moved her lacy panties to the side, and dipped a finger between her slippery folds.
“You sure you don’t want to do this? Because I think this needs to happen.” His eyebrow cocked high on his head as he dragged his finger through her wetness. The callus on his index finger made delicious friction against her clit, and she shuddered.
“Wait just a minute,” she said. On shaky legs, she ran over and turned the lock on the heavy wood door. She yanked the patient curtain around them for added privacy. This wasn’t ideal, but he was right. This had to be done. There was no way she could work the rest of the day if she didn’t fuck this beautiful man right this moment.
He yanked her skirt off with reckless abandon, trailing kisses over her neck and shoulders and breasts. “I still have your thong that you put in my pocket that night,” he whispered, peeling her panties off. She arched her pelvis into his touch as he slid a finger down her crease, rubbing her clit with a frenzied fingertip.
Leaning up, she clutched the bulging muscles in his shoulders and kissed him as he slid a finger inside her.
She reached down, grabbing his dick with both hands. She stroked it desperately, unable to be tender. “Lie down,” she demanded against his mouth. “I want to ride you.”
“In a minute,” he teased. Lifting her naked body onto the exam table, Grant spread her thighs. He leaned down and buried his face in her core, licking and sucking every inch of her bundled nerves until the juices overflowed. She had to bite her lip to trap the moans. “God, you taste like my favorite dessert,” he said, chin dripping as he rose up and kissed her again.
He pulled away to grab something from his pants pocket in the chair. “I brought a condom this time, by the way.”
At that, Mara laughed. Bubbly elation settled into her chest. He ripped the foil packet with his teeth and slid the condom over his hulking length.
Mara patted the exam table beside her. Anticipation slicked her thighs. Grant climbed up on the table next to her. She pushed him down on his back. The lines in his sculpted body absorbed the sunlight coming through the window as she straddled him.
Positioning herself over his dick, she worked the tip of it inside her, using her arousal to lubricate him more. Once they were both slippery and sticky, she slowly pushed down on him. The sensation sent a bolt of electricity through her. He stretched her almost to the point of pain. It would have really hurt if he’d been hasty, but he was patient—seemingly content to go at her pace. His big hands swallowed up her hipbones as he guided her down onto him.
An impatient, deep burn took root in the pit of her stomach. She needed to feel him deep in her core and couldn’t wait another minute. Answering the urge, she pivoted her hips and impaled herself on him.
They both cried out in pleasure.
“Fuck, Mara. You’re so tight,” he said between disjointed breaths.
She clenched, taking him as far as he’d go. Slowly, she pulled up again, getting used to the stretch. Her unrelenting arousal dripped around his length, helping her quicken their rhythm. It was the most exquisitely thrilling friction she’d ever felt. The intensity spread through her like wildfire.
It had never been like this with anyone else. Her breasts bounced heavily on her chest as she bucked up and down on his dick.
“Fuck, Mara, fuck,” Grant said, over and over, tension lines lacing his forehead. Dragging one hand from her hip, he placed a thumb on her clit. He pressed just hard enough, rubbing it in a clockwise motion as she fucked him.
Her body was on sensory overload. The draft from the air vent above them caressed her nipples as she moved. The sunlight pouring through the window tingled warm on her exposed skin. One of his big warm hands rested on her hip, moving her body in time with his as the other teased her rigid pink nub. The pressure built inside her, filling her with a white-hot fever. The more they moved, the wilder the fire burned. It felt as though she might not survive the passion. She’d be charred to ashes if she didn’t find a release soon.
When she’d reached the point of delirium, her body exploded into an orgasm. She cried out, forgetting where she was. Who she was. In that moment, she was nothing but bliss. Her internal muscles convulsed and spasmed, milking his swollen dick until he started to come, too. His abs clenched tightly as his body shook, filling the condom with his cum until it spilled back down his shaft.
It was nothing short of magnificent.
They shuddered together, trapped in a series of all-consuming sensations. For a few moments, Mara didn’t think it was ever going to stop.
When their bodies calmed to a manageable twitch, Mara collapsed on top of Grant’s damp chest. His throbbing dick, still semi-hard, rested between her contracting muscles. Leaning up, she kissed him. Their tongues intermingled into a long, passionate kiss. It was a kiss reserved for someone who was more than a fuck buddy. Pulling back, she looked at him. And for the first time, she saw clearly how he really looked at her.
He was right. She’d had too much of a complex to see it before. His eyes smiled right along with his dimples. He looked at her the way she’d always wanted to be seen.
She wanted to get to know Grant.
Hell, she’d even get in a helicopter if he’d be the one flying it. Anything to be near him, to experience this raw sensation of mutual attraction.
“Come on, get up. We have to finish you
r exam,” she whispered.
“Under one condition,” he said.
She raised her eyebrows.
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
She could never say no to those big brown eyes. Maybe she’d give another military man a shot, after all.
The End
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