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Chapter 15

Aria

" Y ou need to actually hit them, Doctor Miller."

I swear, I've been here an hour, and I already want to murder him.

"Aria. Call me Aria, or I'll hurt you," I warn him, dodging his palm swinging towards my ass. "Nice try." I smile, throwing the bowling ball and missing yet again.

Gabriella and Justin have basically stayed in the arcade since we got here, leaving me with Tobias and his sarcastic comments about putting the guards up so I can at least hit one.

"Here, let me show you." His deep laugh vibrates the air as he steps behind me, pulling me so my back is to his hard chest, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "I hope you're good at taking directions, Doctor."

"Aria," I huff, the heat of him around me already making my cheeks hot. "Say my name, and maybe I'll actually listen to you."

"I can think of loads of ways you can make me say it," he teases, his warm breath hitting my neck as his hands drift up my sides to my shoulders, his hair-raising touch making me shiver as he works his hands down my arms, covering my hands with his. I would be lying if I said I hated it. "For now, try to at least stay out of the gutters."

He moves my arm back and leans into me more, throwing the bowling ball, and guess what? I miss again.

"You're a terrible teacher," I say, turning in his arms and pointing at his chest. He laughs, releasing me as I walk over to our glasses, taking a drink of my vodka. I watch him gulp down his water, blue eyes searing into me. "Why don’t you don't drink?"

I must've struck a nerve, because his whole mood changes, staring down at his shoes with a frown.

"Sorry. I didn't know it was a touchy subject."

He shakes his head, forcing a smile. "Do you want to go to my place? I think they left already. This seems like a date, and I don't want you freaking out."

"I'm not freaking out," I reply, raising a brow. "I know it's not a date."

"Then what is it? I am aware the arrangement we have does not require nights together like this. Would you rather leave so I can fuck you already?"

His serious expression and words make my breath hitch, and I watch him raise his brows, waiting for my response.

My eyes scan our surroundings for anyone who could’ve heard him. "Do you live nearby?"

"Relatively."

Shrugging, I finish off my glass and change my shoes, lifting my leather coat. "What happened at the office cannot happen again, okay? It was inappropriate and unprofessional of us. Whenever we want to be in any way sexual, we do so outside of work. I mean it."

He sniffs, standing to tower over me. "We'll see."

Tobias takes his car, the flashy, expensive one he drives far too fast. My knuckles practically turn white as I grip the leather seat, watching him swerve through traffic.

"Do you need to drive like this?”

He laughs, a deep one that shows his perfectly straight, white teeth, his dimple denting. "It just seems like I'm driving fast because it's a powerful car."

"Sure," I say sarcastically, shaking my head as I watch the stores and bars pass, obscured by his speed.

"Aria?"

I turn to look at Tobias as he strums his fingers on the steering wheel. Goosebumps surround me as his hand reaches over to grab my inner thigh. He smirks at my whimper, fingers dangerously close to my sex.

"Give me your underwear."

The thrill powering through me right now, mixed with a little bit of nervousness, urges me to bite down on my bottom lip and fix my curled hair to one side. "You want my underwear?"

“Yes,” he replies firmly. “Give me them.”

A flicker of amusement takes over my face. “I don’t have any on.”

His jaw tenses, his hand gripping his steering wheel hard as he lets out a groan. “You shouldn’t have told me that.”

I cock my head to the side, chewing on the red nail of my thumb before slowly trailing my hand down to settle on his. "What are you going to do?"

He closes his eyes as if he’s counting to three, accelerating as the light turns green, my back pushing into the chair from his ridiculous speed.

Trying to hold back a nervous smile, I narrow my eyes. "Tobias.”

"I want you to..." He moves his hand from under mine, clasping his fingers around my wrist and pushing it between my legs to cup my heated core, a gasp falling from my lips. "I want you to finger yourself."

"You're joking," I say with a laugh, my eyes widening as he shakes his head, keeping his expression serious. "I am not doing that here."

He hums, looking around the busy street. "I can fix that, Doctor Miller." Tobias slows down next to a parking lot but chews his cheek and continues.

"Aria," I say, rolling my eyes and biting my thumb nail again, watching him search around us as he drives. "What are you looking for?"

He abruptly turns the car down a narrow street, making me grab the door handle before he parks somewhere relatively obscured. "Tobias!" I shriek at him, and for some reason, a massive smile takes over my face.

"I guess that's one way to make you scream my name," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt before leaning over and doing the same to mine. "Let's see how many other ways I can make you scream it."

He pushes a button in the middle of the car, making both doors shoot up, keeping the radio on that's blaring music. I watch him walk around the front of the car, looking at the buildings around us until he reaches my side.

"What are you doing?"

He leans down and circles his fingers on my wrist, pulling me out of the car and into his arms. With a heart that needs to restart and heat creeping up my spine, I gasp as Tobias presses his body against my own, pinning me to the car as his lips crash against mine.

I push one of my hands into his hair, grasping a fistful and tugging his head so it tilts to the side, kissing him harder. He grips my hips, slowly edging his fingers to the front of my dress so he can press his palm between my legs.

I whimper against his mouth as a wave of pleasure hits me, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue past my parted lips, kissing me deeper. With our mouths slanting, we find a steady rhythm of his hand pressing against me and my hips rolling against his hand.

" This wasn't the plan," he says against my mouth, both of us breathless, my lips tingling. I instantly miss the contact as he removes his hand and steps away from me. I frown at him, watching my assistant cross his arms, the evidence of his arousal tight against his trousers.

I raise a brow. "What? You want me to finger myself right here?"

His silence is my answer. My eyes widen as he looks from side to side, making sure we're still alone. His eyes land back on my worried face, his smug look falling. "What's wrong?"

"It's just..." I stop, looking at the ground. I want to do this, I really do, but I'm nervous. "I..."

I'm terrified.

I look back up at him already in front of me again. He tilts my chin with his finger, placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth before he trails his lips along my jawline, stopping when his hot breath is against my ear.

"I wouldn't have you do anything you're not comfortable with, Aria." He places a kiss against my heated skin, my eyes fluttering shut. "Let me help you feel relaxed. I’m new to this too.”

Knowing he hasn’t done any sort of public sexual activity does ease me somewhat. The fact the place is hardly lit save for the car’s headlights and a flickering streetlamp a few feet away doesn’t hurt either.

He nips the skins below my ear, my head falling back to give him more access, and he sucks hard enough to leave a red mark before dragging wet kisses down my throat. I cry at the contact, swirls of butterflies in my stomach bring a flush of heat to my cheeks.

I'm pooling, already feeling uncomfortable between my legs with a dire need for touch. I nearly fall apart in his arms, pleading at the feeling of his mouth moving across my collarbone, his strained cock pressing against me.

"Tobias," I beg, the need for him increasing.

He pulls back and hooks his arms under my thighs, lifting me so I wrap around him, his lips on mine again as he walks us to the front of his car. The cold metal against my back makes me wince, but the heat from Tobias' body pressed against me has me drunk on my assistant, eagerly needing him to give me some sort of release.

As if he can hear my inner thoughts screaming at him to pleasure me, he leans on one of his hands and dips his other between my legs, making my mouth fall open as his fingers slide down my slit, my wetness making it easy for him to ease two fingers inside me, pressing his thumb against my clit. "Is this what you want, Doctor Miller?"

His pupils are taking over the ocean in his eyes, his raw lips parting.

I can't stop looking at him.

I feel his fingers wrapping around my throat, soft but firm. "Aria?"

"Yes," I hiss, my eyes screwing shut as he pumps his fingers faster, curling them, making my breasts move with the force of his thrusts. My heels catch the grill of the car, and I widen my legs for him, gripping his arm to try to control myself by digging my nails into his skin, electricity spreading through me as every nerve in my body is set on fire.

He releases my throat and moves back, standing with his fingers still thrusting into me. "Your turn," he pants, turned on. "Just follow my lead."

I don't pull away as he takes my hand, and I definitely don't refuse as he removes his fingers and replaces them with my own.

"What if someone sees us?"

He looks around. "It's just me and you." His voice lowers. “If anyone sees you, I’ll kill them.”

It’s an empty threat, but the low tone and the darkness in his gaze has me listening and believing him.

I've done this to myself plenty of times, but doing it while lying on top of a car, outside, with someone I've known for a few weeks, is completely new to me.

He notices I'm having an inner battle, barely thrusting my fingers, so he leans over me, moving them for me as his hand covers mine. "If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"

I nod in agreement as he presses his lips to my jaw.

He moves my two fingers away from my entrance and circles them over my clit, my eyes fluttering shut. The pressure he's using against my hand, mixed with his attentive kisses to my chest, urges me to move on my own.

Watching me slowly unravel from my own touch and his wet mouth, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and lowers his gaze to between my legs.

“I want to fuck you.”

I whimper, a warm sensation wrapping around my spine and coiling tight.

My back arches. "Tobias," I moan.

"Such a good little doctor,” he groans. “A filthy fucking doctor touching herself for me.” He fists my hair, tugging. “Come.”

His name falls from my lips louder the faster and harder my fingers go, ignoring our surroundings, or the fact Tobias is watching me writhe beneath him by my own hand. The fire builds around me, and I know I won't last much longer, feeling Tobias' hand squeeze my throat, the other holding my hair tighter.

A strangled whimper, curling toes, tensed legs, and I'm hitting my pinnacle as he cuts off my oxygen with his fingers grasping my throat. I try to scream through my orgasm, but I choke, my vision blurring, the music playing through his car a muted buzz.

"See?" He looks at me, nudging my nose with his, the corner of his lips tugging up. "I knew you'd scream my name while finger fucking yourself," he says, crashing his lips against mine as the waves of pleasure ripping through me grow more intense, my heart thudding against my chest. Every muscle in my body spasms as I ride my high, coming on my own hand.

My orgasm brings me to the brink of passing out, panting, the sweat coating my forehead and chest. Slowly, I pull out my fingers, and before I can find something to wipe them with, Tobias grabs them and closes his lips over the digits as he cleans them with his tongue, keeping his blue eyes on me before they flicker closed, groaning his approval.