Page 201 of Fixation

I loved her. It was an act of devotion, and I treated it as such, especially since it was the first time I’d done it.

I never cared about that type of bonding. Of connection.

Of trust.

I care now. I care about Harper.

A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I lean over my Sleeping Beauty, spreading her bare lips and?—

Her body stirs. She mumbles something incoherent.

I spit on her clit.

“Anderson.”

My name, notI’ve been kidnapped. Finally, I’m back to being the one who haunts her in her sleep.

Stifling a groan, I bite my bottom lip. I pat her pussy in a quick rhythm, teasing and taunting her. The tortured sounds she makes have my cock thickening in my slacks. I’m the hard as a fucking rock.

I can’t, won’t, and don’t wait. With my eyes on her face, I hold her down, splaying one hand over her stomach and shoving two fingers into her sex.

“Anderson.” Harper’s eyes fly open, a gasp tearing from her throat. She blinks, adjusting to the light, rousing from her sleep. She relaxes when she sees it’s really me, a smug smile curves her lips up. “Dr. Maguire.”

“Miss Arlington.” I thrust my two fingers as deep as they’d go, and Harper rewards me by crying out. By pulling on her restraints. “You’ve been a bad, bad patient.”

My words serve as a wake-up call. She blinks again.

Between moaning and grabbing the sheets, her emerald-green eyes take inventory of my robe. Her hospital gown.

“You said I was good.” She gulps. Pants. Her cheeks are a gorgeous shade of red.

“Can’t you see?” I finger-fuck her pussy harder.

“See what?”

“This has nothing to do with you being good. You are.” I’m careful as I press her down by her stomach, mindful of her womb. “But…can’t you see it wasn’t enough? That I need more? Both of us?”

I don’t just need more. I need all of her.

“What are you going to do to me?” Lust and wariness mingle in her voice. Her nipples are tight against her gown. “Anderson, what are you going to do to me?”

“Red.”

Tears line her eyes, her cheeks reddening. Fearing me turns her on, so I give her more reasons to panic. I curl my fingers inside her. Add a thumb to her clit. Flicking it. Forcing an orgasm out of her.

“Oh God.” Her body lets go as she comes on my fingers. A tortured sob tears out of her. “Stop. Please, stop. I don’t want to be afraid of you.”

“Yes, you do. You will. And you’ll love it.” I change my hold on her, lifting her ass in the air, adding a third finger inside her pussy.

“Please.”

“Dirty little thing.” Fuck, she’s beautiful, being so full of me. “Already dripping on my wrist.”

I stroke her G-spot, throbbing at the feel of her swelling beneath my fingertips.

“No,” she chokes out, her jaw clenching. “I thought we were past this. I thought?—”

“I never told you I wouldn’t sayRedagain.”