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Chapter 14

Aria

I vy sleeps a lot.

Every time I go to see her, she's asleep. Doctor Blythe has informed me the medication she has been given is stronger than anything she has had before. So no more days out.

So I just stand there for a few minutes and watch her sleep, speak to her mother about how her trip has been so far and if there's anything I can help with. I squeeze her shoulder in a comforting manner and head back to my office to catch up on some emails.

Sitting at the computer, typing away, my phone rings, and I see Ewan's name for the hundredth time in the past two days. Huffing, I answer and put him on speaker, throwing my phone on the desk. "Can you please leave me alone?"

"Hi, Aria! Why do you want me to leave you alone?"

Oh, Jason. God, I’m such an asshole.

"Hey, little guy. How are you?"

He laughs at Ewan trying to grab the phone.

“My dad doesn’t know I called you,” he tells me, and I can tell he’s running while Ewan yells at him to give him the phone. I can hear the dogs barking in the background, our two pugs Ewan refused to let me keep when we broke up.

A door closes, and I hear the latch pulled aside. "I’m okay. I just miss you. Can I come to stay at your house when you get home?"

“Did you lock yourself in the bathroom?”

“Yep. Dad hasn’t let me talk to you because you’re busy, but I miss you. Can you bring home American candy”

I let out a laugh. “Of course. I'm at work just now, so I'll let you know when I get back to Scotland, and I’ll come pick you up."

"Okay. We miss you," he says. "Dad keeps messing up the pasta you make, but I don't want to tell him it tastes disgusting."

Laughing again, I lean back on my computer chair. "I'll make it for you when I get back, but I really need to go do some work now. Tell your dad I’ll call him when I land so we can arrange a sleepover."

"Okay." He sounds sad, and it’s like a knife to the chest. "I do really miss you."

Tobias walks into the room, his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, showing off his watch and charity bands. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he puts a finger to his lips, sitting down in front of me.

"Yeah. I miss you too," I reply, keeping my eyes on Tobias, who's watching me intently, a brow rising at my words. "I need to go."

Before I can hang up, I hear Jason opening the door and Ewan begging him for the phone. My eyes close, and I put my hand to my forehead.

"My dad wants to talk to you."

I hear Jason ‘s voice echoing in the distance and Ewan taking a deep breath. “Hey.”

Tobias tilts his head at me and leans forward, placing both hands on my thighs and squeezing, making me silently whine and cross my legs.

“You there?”

“Yeah.”

I mouth a “stop it” to him, and he shakes his head. His hands move up to the apex of my thighs, shifting my skirt and fingering the string of my thong.

“I’m taking these off,” he says quietly as he hooks his fingers under the material at my hips. “Don’t make a sound, Doctor.”

"Aria, please talk to me." Ewan lowers his voice to a whisper, the exhaustion evident, making sure Jason doesn’t overhear him. "Do you know how much this is messing with my head? Are you going to give me the silent treatment while over there and come home and pretend everything is fine like the last time? Are we actually done? Tell me. Please."

The last time . I want to scoff at his words, because the last time, we were split up for months and I went back to him because I couldn’t handle it anymore. I’m not sure why he thinks it’s going to happen again or why he thinks I’m messing with his head.

“Answer him,” Tobias mouths, his thumb pressing to my clit as he slides off his chair and lowers to his knees between my legs.

The sight of Tobias Mitchell on his knees for me has my toes curling–I wish I could take a picture of this moment and frame it. I’d look at it whenever I needed to get myself off once whatever this was between us ended.

He parts my legs, opening me to him, keeping his eyes on me as he closes the distance and presses a soft, wet kiss against my underwear-covered pussy.

“Please,” I whimper before slapping a palm over my mouth with wide eyes. If he doesn’t stop, I’m going to break so many damn rules–one, being on the phone to an ex while orgasming with someone else, and two, being in my office at work where anyone could walk in.

“Are you okay?” Ewan asks. “Did I upset you?” When I don’t reply, he sighs. “Baby, I’m so fucking sorry. For everything.”

A frown plays on Tobias' face before he snaps the straps of my thong, making me reach for one of his wrists to give him eyes that say don’t you dare . He glares back, freeing himself from my grip and pocketing my underwear.

“I need to go, Ewan," I pant accidentally, eager for Tobias to move his fingers to the right a touch so I can ease this fire igniting around me. The phone slips from my hand, dropping next to Tobias’ knee. He lifts it, stares at the screen, then places it on speaker.

My eyes widen, and when I try to grab it, he pulls his hand away and places it on the desk, out of my reach.

Tobias leans up on his knees, bringing his face to mine as his mouth reaches my ear. "Who's Ewan?" he whisper-hisses, pulling my earlobe between his teeth, making me pool in my seat. “The ex?”

I nod once. “Please hang up,” I breathe.

Tobias doesn’t listen, though–he lowers back down and places soft kisses up my inner thigh, gripping my flesh and groaning his approval when he sees how soaked I am.

"Aria?" Ewan calls out just as Tobias eases a finger inside me, my spine tingling as he twists his finger inside, shoving knuckle deep.

I moan as he sucks on my swollen clit, making the temperature in the room rise. “Oh God.”

“What?” Ewan asks. “What’s going on?”

I struggle to string words together to answer him, squirming in my chair as he circles his tongue and sucks again, all the while not daring to take his eyes off me. Adding another finger, he thrusts, working my clit with his mouth at the same time and making my head fall back.

My hand slides over and hangs up the phone just as a moan slips out.

With a knock at the door, he pulls away from me and sucks his fingers, sitting back on his chair, leaving me a panting mess, sweat rolling down my chest. I straighten myself up quickly and pull down my skirt, between my legs soaking and hungrily needing more.

"Come in."

Tobias raises a brow at me as I fix my hair.

Gabriella pops her head in and tells me she's going for lunch, asking if I want to come. I agree and give Tobias a sideways glance, telling her I'll see her at the reception desk before she closes the door with a knowing grin.

"You need to stop that, Tobias,” I say, my words not sounding slightly threatening. I’m breathless, my cheeks are hot, and my heart rate is accelerating with the way he licks his lips. “We're at work."

He shrugs and pulls my chair towards him, pushing my legs open with his hands. I shriek when he grabs my hips and makes me straddle him, my skirt riding up over my ass where his hands grasp me. "It makes it more exciting. The thrill of being caught. Just like you with your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" I lean back and raise a brow at him, his handsome, unbothered face staring back. "I said he was an ex."

Smirking, his eyes trail down the length of me. "So I'm not breaking any rules if I do this?" He pulls down the front of my shirt, the buttons popping open, and dips his hand into my bra. "Or this?" he mutters as he exposes my breast, leaning in so he can roll his wet tongue around the sensitive nipple.

Against my better judgement, I moan.

His eyes don't leave mine as he looks up at me, watching me through his dark lashes, making me bite down on my bottom lip to try to stop the sounds strangling in my throat.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I eventually manage to say, my hands in his hair, wrapping the strands around my fingers as I pant. "It's?—"

My words falter as his hot mouth sucks against the skin hard enough to leave red marks before he rolls his tongue around my nipple again. I sigh above him, my head lolling. I feel his hard cock through his work pants, pressing against my soaked pussy.

"Sometimes, the most forbidden and taboo moments are the best," he mumbles against my sensitive skin. "Wouldn't you agree?"

He’s right–the thrill of being found in this position makes the act more intense. Anyone can walk through the door and see me straddling my assistant, his mouth on my nipple as he pushes his free hand down my back, pulling my skirt up higher so he can get a firmer grip.

He pulls away from my breast and presses his mouth against mine, both of us exhaling deeply as his fingers ease inside me, urging me to move my hips against his hand.

"Tell me, Doctor: how do I make you feel when I do this?" he speaks against my lips, biting down as he stretches me with another finger, making me cry out into his mouth as he picks up the pace, gripping my hip aggressively to move me onto his thrusting fingers. "Do you feel alive?"

"Yes," I whimper above him, leaning one hand on his lap behind me to make me grind harder, the other in his hair, pulling at the roots. With my toes curling painfully in my shoes, my spine tingles with a rush of pleasure, my legs tensing with each pulse threatening to crash through me.

I think if Gabriella walked in right now, I would keep going. Nothing is coming between me and Tobias and how hard my orgasm is building.

"You're close, Aria. So fucking close. I want to feel you come around my fingers. Show me what I do to you."

He presses his lips to mine again, angrily claiming my mouth with his tongue as his fingers synchronize with my hips rolling, his thumb rubbing my clit. I drop my head to the crook of his neck and moan his name, riding a high that hits its peak just as someone knocks at the door again.

"Hurry up, Aria," I hear Gabs grumble, and I lean back up, my mouth wide from the pleasure, my body spasming with each shuddering twitch of my orgasm.

Tobias uses his free hand to cover my mouth, his palm silencing my illicit sounds as my eyes roll, my body tightening with each spasm.

"Are you coming or not?" Gabs continues.

"Don't worry, she's there," Tobias says as my inner walls tighten repeatedly around his fingers, the waves of electricity knocking me into oblivion momentarily.