Page 53 of Wrecked on the Mountain

“Tell me what you want, Doc.”

“I want you,” I pant. “I want your hands on me. I want more.”

"You wanted me to look. To imagine bending you over the nearest surface and showing you exactly what happens to naughty girls who tease grumpy men."

I whimper. Loud. Desperate. Wet.

“Say it,” he orders. “Tell me you wanted my attention.”

“I did,” I whisper, breath catching. “I wanted you to look. I wanted you to want me.”

He delivers another sharp smack, the sound obscene in the quiet office. "You got it, Doc. Every filthy, fucked-up thought I’ve had since day one? You just gave me permission."

He drops to his knees behind me.

And my entire worldshatters.

I hear murmurs of worshipping as Jamie takes in the sight of my core like it's a holy fucking ritual and he’s been praying for this moment his entire life.

“Jesus,” he breathes, and his hands grip the backs of my thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he spreads me open. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of this.”

He starts with a single lick. Slow, torturous and right up the center of my panties. The heat of his tongue against the soaked lace makes me moan, my hips jerking forward on instinct.

“Oh my god—Jamie.”

He chuckles against me, the vibration sending a shockwave directly to my clit.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, voice like sin. “But if you keep sounding like that, sweetheart, I might start believing it.”

He hooks one finger beneath the lace and tugs it aside, baring me to his greedy mouth. And then he dives in.

There’s nothing soft or tentative about it. He licks me like he’s fucking starved. Long, broad strokes of his tongue from my entrance to my clit, then back again, repeating the motion over and over until I’m shaking.

“Oh, fuck… Jamie—”

“That’s it,” he groans, pulling me tighter against his mouth, burying his face between my legs like I’m his last meal. “So sweet. So wet. All for me.”

He flicks his tongue over my clit and I swear I see stars. My thighs tremble, and my knees threaten to give out, but his grip on my hip is firm, holding me exactly where he wants me.

Then he changes the angle, dipping lower to suck and lick at my entrance, tongue pressing inside and swirling at my wet hole, fucking me with his mouth while his thumb circles my clit.

The combination is too much. Too good. Too everything.

I cry out as the pressure builds in my belly like a storm rolling in fast. Anyone could be listening, and I forget to remain quiet.

The problem is, I can't stay quiet.

"Jamie!"

“You’re gonna come for me,” he growls, sucking hard on my clit. “Right on my tongue. Let me have it, Doc. I want every fucking drop.”

My body breaks apart at the command, my climax ripping through me with such force I sob his name, back arching, thighs trembling, pleasure blinding white behind my eyes.

He doesn’t stop.

Even as I come, he licks and sucks like he’s addicted to the taste of me, chasing every last tremble with slow, savoring strokes. His beard is wet. His mouth is coated. And he’s grinning like a devil when I finally collapse over the desk, gasping for breath.

“You’re unbelievable,” I pant.