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Eric

I might be a little short with the doctor, but I don’t think it’s unreasonable. There’s a beautiful woman waiting for me with big, green eyes and a ponytail of blonde hair that I can imagine wrapped around my fist as I fuck her mouth. As soon as I saw her blush, I knew I needed her.

Am I moving a little fast? Maybe. But I’ve always been the kind of man to go after what I want, regardless of what it is. Usually, my sights are set on properties or business ventures. But sometimes, I want a little action.

So, I’m going to do everything I can to make her mine. For a night at least. It’s not my style to hook up with women more than once. Less chance of forming attachments and distractions that way.

I’m practically pushing the doctor out of the door when he gives me the information for a physical therapist. Everything he’s telling me can just be sent over in an email.

I have more important things to do than listen to him rattle off the same things the physical therapist is going to go over when I get there.

Once I’m finally out of that damn exam room, my eyes scan the nurses. At first I don’t see her in the throng of women gossiping at the station. My stomach sinks, and I’m overcome with an acute disappointment. As I’m starting to plan how I’m going to find Amanda, I see her on her own.

She’s looking at something on her phone, chewing the nail of her thumb. Her anxiety over whatever she’s occupied with is palpable. I decide that I’m going to figure out what’s giving her issues, and I’m going to fix it, whatever it is. This woman is far too beautiful to be stressed like that.

Immediately, I squash that thought. I don’t have time for an attachment like that. Besides, the whole reason I want her is to have a little fun—I don’t want to spend the entire evening listening to her cry about her woes.

“Amanda,” I say, walking over to her and grabbing her attention.

She jumps slightly, locking the screen of her phone quickly before shoving the device in the pocket of her scrubs. The worry on her face is quickly replaced with a warm smile, the same one she gave me when she left the room. God, I’m tempted to kiss her right now.

I would kiss her if I didn’t think this woman would change her mind about me. It’s not like I’ve never been turned down before, but I’m used to getting what I want. And, truthfully, I have no idea what I’ll do if she tells me to get lost.

I don’t think I’ll be able to do that. And my lack of resolve freaks me out a little. Maybe I should high-tail it out of here to prevent her from getting under my skin. But I know I can’t do that either, not while she’s looking at me with those big, green eyes.

“Everything okay?” she asks, her voice lyrical and less high-pitched than before, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side.

God, she’s adorable.

“Yep,” I say, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. I count it as a victory when she doesn’t pull away, and instead allows me to lace our fingers together. I start walking her toward the exit. “Doc mentioned something about a few weeks of physical therapy, but I’ve got a clean bill of health.”

I know that’s not exactly what she was asking about, but she doesn’t need to know that I’m almost certain I could fall in love with her, if I was that type.

I’ll deal with those thoughts after I get what I want.

Although, the more I think about it, the more I think that going through with this is going to damn me into spending every waking hour and using all of the resources at my disposal to make her mine – permanently.

I’m playing with fire here, but I don’t care if I get burned.

“Where are we going?” she asks as we exit the building.

“My place,” I reply, waving at my driver to get his attention.

“I thought you were going to take me out,” Amanda says, that sweet voice of hers filled with confusion.

I wait to respond as my driver pulls my SUV to the curb in front of us. I open the door for her and help her in. Then, I climb in next to her, holding her steady in the middle seat.

“Take us back to my place,” I instruct my driver.

I grab Amanda’s hand again, reaching forward to tuck a strand of her silky blonde hair behind her ear.

As soon as her attention is firmly on me, I say, “As much fun as I think we’d have going out somewhere, I think it’s best we’re somewhere private. ”

“Somewhere private?” she says, breathy. There’s a hint of delicious anticipation there. It’s so thick in the air around us that I can almost taste it.

“That’s right,” I confirm, leaning in a little closer to her, noting the way those forest green eyes drift down to my lips.

“Wh– why?” she asks, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I don’t even think she realizes that she’s doing it, because when I trace the movement with my gaze, her cheeks flush bright pink. It’s a good look on her.

“Well, Amanda,” I murmur, cupping her cheek with my palm, the heat of her blush warming me all the way to my shoulder, “I don’t think bringing you out in public would be a good idea considering what I want to do with you.”

She swallows so hard that I can hear the click of her throat in the otherwise quiet car.

I glance up at my driver, confirming he’s wearing his earbuds – he knows to mind his business when I’ve got someone in the backseat with me.

Although usually the conversations going on back here are related to business, which is the farthest thing from my mind at the moment.

After a few seconds, Amanda finds her voice again. Her words are barely above a whisper when she says, “And… what– what do you want to do with me?”

I smirk, soaking up her innocence. It seems far too genuine to be put on, which only makes me want her more.

She’s a beautiful girl, but from what I can tell from this interaction, she doesn’t have very much experience.

That notion strokes something deep inside of me, and I nearly growl at how quickly my cock starts to fatten up.

“You don’t know?” I say, stroking her jaw gently. When she shakes her head, the smirk on my lips grows even larger. “I suppose I’ll just have to show you, then.”

I watch as Amanda’s brain goes into overdrive. It’s adorable, her brow furrowing and her lips parting slightly. I take a moment to admire her before I lean in to kiss her.

A tiny noise of surprise escapes her as she processes what’s happening. Her mouth goes slack for a moment, but I don’t pull away. Then, when she finally realizes that she’s being kissed, she returns my affection.

She kisses me slowly at first. It’s experimental, and I wonder how deep her surprise runs.

Surely she had to have some inkling of my true intentions.

I hadn’t even said a single word to her before I started flirting.

I’m fairly certain that men who intend to properly court a woman don’t behave that way.

Or maybe it’s her lack of experience , my brain supplies.

That line of thought only makes me harder for her. I grab onto her waist, my fingers digging into her skin through her soft scrubs. Her mouth opens slightly as she gasps, and I can’t stop myself from plunging my tongue inside, swiping it along her teeth.

There’s a lingering taste of caramel coffee. I groan, somehow surprised that she tastes so sweet. She’s like a little candy, just waiting to be unwrapped. I don’t even have to go down on her to know that her pussy tastes even sweeter.

Amanda’s hands find my wrists, and she holds on tight. A slight whine escapes her as I massage my tongue against hers. Her responses are sloppy, but enthusiastic. It only feeds my idea that she hasn’t kissed many people in her life.

Fuck, what if she’s never kissed anyone before me? That shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but I know that I’m a sick bastard. This girl is just barely old enough to be a nurse. She’s about half my age, by the looks of her, and that only makes me want her more.

My driver takes a turn a little harder than necessary, and Amanda ends up nearly in my lap.

I keep my grip on her tight, but I pull back to gauge her reaction.

She’s breathing heavily, and her lips are shiny with saliva.

Her pupils are blown, almost completely swallowing the green of her irises.

She’s blushing even more fiercely than before, and the red in her cheeks makes her green eyes stand out all the more.

She’s gorgeous. And, for right now, for the rest of the night, she’s mine. I’m not going to waste this opportunity, even though it’s going to hurt like hell when I force myself to say goodbye to her.

Without another word, I lean in to kiss her once again.