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I’ve lured Olivia to my clinic office in the center under the pretense that I need an update on her project, but she must see through me the moment she knocks on my door because she closes it behind her and pushes the lock subtly as I stare at her from across my desk.

She reaches up and pulls the tie free from her hair, letting it tumble down around her shoulders. Taking the few steps forward to stand behind the chair across from me, she leans over the back of it to show me the long line of her cleavage.

“Dr. Wright.” Her voice is low and sultry.

I let my gaze traipse over the show she’s giving me, hands clenching as I remember the soft weight of them in my hands. My eyes lift back to hers—green and bright from the afternoon sun peeking through the windows at the back of my office.

This office is less dark. More clinical. But it has its advantages.

“Fuck, Olivia. Come here.”

She stands and glides around my desk. When my hands reach for her hips, she stops me, taking them with her own and lifting her brow. I match her, lifting my own, but she doesn’t respond other than to lower to her knees.

I suck in a slow breath, the low hum of my arousal raging to life as she grabs my thighs. Then, her hand slides up over my length, squeezing me through my slacks. And sure, I like to be in charge, to control, but this is a nice surprise—a gift that I won’t throw away.

Letting a hard breath filter through my nose, I brush my hand through her hair as she unzips me. I spring into her hand, and she doesn’t pause, doesn’t tease, she simply flattens her tongue across my head, down my shaft before sucking me into her mouth with ease.

A low noise strangles itself in my throat, and I sink a hand into her hair to keep it off her face. I want the full view of my cock stretching her mouth. Olivia bobs with a few practiced moves before her lips kiss my pelvis, and she swallows me down her throat.

“Fuck, Olivia.” My grip tightens in her hair, and she moans around me.

It’s phenomenal, even if it will take too long to come this way. It always has.

Being a long-distance runner my whole life means I have the kind of stamina that’s never earned me a complaint.

Still, I sit back and enjoy how Olivia works me slow and languid, like she’s enjoying herself.

After a few minutes, I gently pull her off of me, and her suction increases right before I slip from her mouth. She licks her lips and waits.

“On your feet,” I command with a stern tone, watching her pretty pink cheeks turn redder.

I stand with her, making no move to tuck myself away as I lead her past the curtained-off portion of my office. It’s a small examination room, meant for privacy. The bonus is the bench for my patients that I lead her to.

She climbs onto it primly, the naughty look in her eyes making my cock jump.

I grab the waistband of her slacks and lean in to brush my nose against hers. “We’ll need to take these off.”

Olivia lifts her hips as I slide them down, under her ass, and off her legs. My hands squeeze their way up her thick, lush thighs, grabbing a hold of the meat at her hips with something nearing worship.

She let me thrust harder than any partner before her. Did the extra padding accommodate me better? Allow me to be a bit more wild without hurting her? Or did she like a little punishment?

When my hand grazes her center, I’m surprised by how wet she is. “Did sucking my cock turn you on? Or were you ready for me the moment you stepped into my office?”

Her lip is trapped between her teeth. “A little of column A, a little of column B.”

I grin at her lasciviously. “I wonder how wet you’d be if you knew what I have in store for you today.”

Rubbing her clit over her panties has her thighs spreading a bit further on their own. Tugging her panties down, I slip a finger inside of her, working her open slowly before adding a second finger.

The medical setting makes this feel naughtier, like I’m giving her an exam. “Mmm, tight. I’ll have to open you up a bit more before we can truly begin. Let’s see…”

I twist my fingers, finding a node that has her fluttering with pleasure. A soft moan caught behind her teeth.

“Ah, that’ll do nicely.” I stroke and tap at the spot and preen at the wave of moisture that follows. “And I bet…here will be even better.”

I sink my fingers in deeper, curling her hips higher to reach another spot that has her panting. Fuck, I love the way she reacts to me. How easy it seems to be to provide her pleasure.

“But you know,” I say, teasing. “There’s a spot I can’t reach this way. Not with my fingers. I’ll have to use a better tool for the job.”

Said tool is bobbing between us, aching to be inside of her.

“I’ll need permission to use it.”

Olivia nods, leaned back on her elbows, thighs spread so sweetly for me. I tap the head of my cock against her entrance, hitting her clit lightly.

Another soft noise vibrates against the back of her lips, pressed tightly closed as I rub myself over her wet core, coating myself in her arousal.

I dream about how good she feels when I’m at home in bed—alone. My hand can barely bring me to completion now that I know what it’s like to have her squeezing around me, how strong her orgasms are, how they wring pleasure out of me in a way I’ve never imagined possible.

“You’re going to feel a little pressure, Olivia.” I press into her slowly, working myself into her heat as her elbows come out from under her, her back arching and hips lifting to help take as much of me as she can on the first thrust.

It takes a mere moment to bottom out inside of her, nudging that spot deep within that my fingers could never reach. A slight shift in the angle of my hips has me pressing directly over it, and her mouth opens with a breathless cry.

“Ah, there we are. Another small adjustment and—” I bring her knees up and toward her a little more, feeling her clench hard around me. “Yes. That’s the spot. How does that feel?”

Olivia lifts her head to look at me, dazed and delirious with pleasure. “Oh my God.”

Her words barely make a sound as I give her a few punctuated thrusts against it. Small ones meant to open her up a little bit more to my poking and prodding.

Now that I’ve found that sweet spot, I let one hand roam free over her thighs and hips and ass. So much curve to fit in my hand, I’m spellbound by it. I elongate my thrusts, providing force behind the movement.

It creates a corresponding base note from the back of Olivia’s throat. I grin down at her, lips pouting, a small whimpering that makes me wish I could take the hours to tease pleasure out of her body the way I want to.

In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the time I have.

I slide my hand between us, pressing on her clit until I feel the reaction shudder through her.

“That’s my girl. Are we getting close?”

“Mmm.” A soft whine. She’s trying so hard to stay quiet. To not have us get caught. The locked door gives us a modicum of safety, but you never can be sure how a stray noise might attract pressed ears to the door.

We have a bad tendency for gossip around the center. And Olivia has had her fair share already. Not that it deters me.

I don’t care for gossip or gossipers.

What I care about is how her core strangles my cock as I wring pleasure out of her. I make it a punctuated point to push her past the edge of her ecstasy because the feel of her coming over me is pure bliss.

I bury myself inside of her, keeping her full as she flutters and writhes, hands gripping the edge of the table I have her pressed into.

“Ah, yes. There we go.” I spread soothing strokes down her legs, pushing her knees together over my shoulder as she recovers. A soft kiss on her calf hides half of my grin. “Are you ready for what’s next? Do you remember my promise to you last time?”

Olivia peers at me from under her lashes and gives me a small nod.

“Good. Stay here. Like this.” I push her knees toward her and have her wrap her arms around them to keep her drenched pussy and pulsing ass exposed before going to a drawer for some lube.

A little dribble along her hole has it contracting, a small gasp from the cold escapes her. I spread the moisture with the head of my cock, prodding her gently until I work myself past that tight ring of muscle and glide inside her ass.

I groan at how tight she is, how her entire body seems to be pulsing with need, pulling me in with the same fervor I feel.

My thrusts start small, shallow until she loosens up just a little, then my swings are long and hard, pumping into her as she grows wetter.

She’s enjoying this, just like I knew she would. Her eyes drift closed, and her arms tighten around her knees, holding herself in place for me. It frees up my hands to stroke the backs of her thighs, cup her wide ass.

Fuck, every part of her is lovely.

When she starts making soft noises, I pick up my speed, slamming into her with the force that would make most balk, but her moans turn breathy, mouth hanging open. It transforms me into a beast, taking what I’ve never allowed myself before.

I fuck her ass brutally, thumb rubbing her soaking pussy and clit in a slow but steady beat—countering my hips.

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck .” Her limbs twist against the pleasure. The pressure. And I know that I have her on the edge.

“Don’t hold back, Olivia. Give yourself up to it.”

Her head flings forward, pressing her forehead against her knees. Elbows clutched in her hands, she muffles her moan into her own flesh, and her pleasure spikes my own.

I’ve been dreaming of coming in her ass for days, but this—this is better than I could have imagined. The way her muscles undulate around me has me barreling toward ecstasy.

Sinking two fingers into her core has her choking, and a few well-placed thrusts have her body seizing up in the throes of her own orgasm.

I prod her for another minute, prolonging that high before I give her a solid slap on her ass.

Her eyes fly open and cheeks redden, then I take back control, hooking her knees in my elbows and leaning over her to pound out my own end. It blitzes and consumes me, grinding me into her ass until I recover.

Olivia’s small whimpers are accompanied by the gentle caress on my cheek and chin.

I growl a little, smirking at her. “I knew you could take that.”

Her laugh is soft. “Oh yeah?”

“With those delicious curves. Your ample ass. Fuck , Olivia. I daydream about it so much, it leaves me lost most of the day. Interrupts work. Has me obsessed.” I lower her thighs around me to lean in further to capture her mouth.

She gives me a squeeze with her knees as she kisses me back. When we’re like this, I can’t help but want to claim her completely.

Pulling back, I look down into those pretty green eyes. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

A small shake of her head and a naughty grin gives me her answer.

“Good. Good. I’ve never let myself go like that before.” As if my body has to prove me right, my cock twitches inside of her, and she clamps down around me in response.

“Mmm. I liked it.”

I press us together for a few more blissful seconds before I slowly pull out and wet a towel to clean her up. “I wish I could leave you a mess.”

“So primal.”

I laugh at that. “If you haven’t noticed, I feel quite primal around you.”

The flash in her eyes says she has noticed, but I expect nothing else. Olivia is observant. Quick. Smart.

Something about taking care of her after pricks something deep in my chest too. Some instinct.

My ex-wife always got up to shower after. Rinse me off of her as quickly as she could. Olivia doesn’t seem to mind marinating in me.

I help her upright once most of the mess is clean, my hand sinking into those loose red strands to tip her face up toward mine. Stroking her apple cheek, I revel in how responsive she is.

Her hands come around my waist, drawing us close. I need to bring her home with me. And soon. Because I want to drown myself in her scent, her softness, her light for more than a few stolen moments.

She kisses me, and it makes me bolder. Ha, bolder than what, I’m not sure. I’ve already been more than a little bold with her.

Gathering her pants in my hands and securing the band around her waist, I grab and squeeze her hips and ass again before escorting her to my office door.

Olivia unlocks it and parts it just a crack before I stop her from going. “Go with me to the gala in a few weeks? There’s going to be a lot of medical professionals for you to talk to about your project.”

The happiness that flashes over her face brings me joy. “You think that will go over well? Are you talking about the fundraising gala for the university?”

“It will, and it is. They’ll love to hear about current projects our students are working on, especially when they’re pushing boundaries like you are.

” And she’s making progress. As much as calling her to my office is a ploy to get my hands on her body, I’ve also been keeping up with her stats and reports.

Her subjects are making progress. Small progress, but progress nonetheless.

“Okay. I’ll go with you.”

My smile is one that I feel down to my toes. “Good. Now, go get to work. I’ve got clients to meet.”

She shakes her head and chuckles on her way out of my office, and I spot the trio of nurses at the station at the end of the hall.

I can already hear them as I lock up my office.

“What, are they dating now? First Salazar, then Rivers, now Wright?”

“Totally not his type. What is he thinking?”

“She’s not exactly a great example of what we’re doing here.”

I shake my head. Addressing them straight out will only add fuel to the gossip, but when I settle down with Junior, he’s scowling at me.

“What? Feeling okay?”

“Come on, Dad.” He gestures to the trio and where Olivia’s disappeared down a stairwell. “First rule of being a good man is standing up for your woman. You taught me that.”

It’s just gossip. I’ve heard nurses say much worse things, especially about the bigger girls on the staff.

Junior crosses his arms. “If I heard it, you know Olivia did, Dad. So you’d better figure your shit out and figure it out fast if you don’t want to lose her.”

I nod at him, getting him started on his rehab exercises, and as I sit back to watch him, I consider his words. I’m attracted to Olivia in a way that shocks even me.

But I’ve also been trained by the fitness world to value a certain body type. The women I’ve dated—my ex-wife included—were choices based on appearances.

Olivia doesn’t fit that old trend, but there’s no question that I find her captivating.

Does that mean I don’t value Olivia as she is? Am I using her to prove something to myself?