ADDY SIMON 3
Simon
My heart was racing, and my muscles were tense. My entire body was on
freaking autopilot.
I'm pinning her to the fucking wall, bloody hell.
My cock throbbing as hard as steel in my pants, I gasp for air. As my
balls boiled, I can really feel cum spilling from my swollen head, and
my entire being wanted to eat her.
Excellent.
In the dim seductive shadows of the bar, she looked stunning in the
little black cocktail dress. She was wearing skinny jeans and a crop top
in here, and fuck if she wasn't just as, if not more, beautiful. Blonde
hair was pulled back loosely, and those hazel eyes, which I could now
see, were flecked with green blazing as they glanced into mine. As I
towered over her, her skin radiated hot under my grip, her body
tensed and yet melting towards me, every cell in my body longing to make
her mine.
What on earth did she do to me? Just like the night before, I fell hard
for her - instantly head over heels and enamored.
I was suddenly aware that I was still holding her to the fucking wall,
so close that I could damn near taste her lips again.
My hands fell away from her, my pulse still pounding in my chest as I
took a step back, shaking my head.
Addison turned around and walked to the front door.
"Wait."
She froze when she heard my voice, and after that trembled as I moved
back up behind her.
"Hold on."
I took a deep breath and vowed not to touch her. Because touching her
would set off a chain reaction. I knew that touching her at the time
meant that I'd never stop touching her.
I took another slow sigh, attempting to regain control of myself.
"We can still be professional," I mumbled. "I'm a doctor, and you're my
patient."
She tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders as she turned, swallowing
the heat from her face.
"I can't- I can't do this-"
"I'm the best there is," I grumbled. "Anywhere."
Addison paused.
"Your file, I've read it." I felt my pulse quicken again, recalling the
file I'd read that day about that afternoon's patient - and realizing
now that it'd been her.
"You've never shown up," I grumbled. Just saying it made me as hard as a
rock. Just saying it made me want to yank her up against me and reclaim
those lips before claiming the rest of her.
Addison blushed and bit her lower lip. And fuck if it didn't just make
me more difficult. My thick cock was pulsing hard between my legs,
obscenely bulging the front of my pants.
"This is embarrassing," she muttered as she averted her gaze.
"I'm a physician."
"No, you're..." She swallowed and shook her head.
"Stay," I hollered, nodding to the table next to me, "and we'll see what
we can do about this."
"Is there some other doctor I could consult with-"
"You're not going to be interested in seeing another doctor."
Her mouth slammed shut, and her eyes widened at what I said. And I knew -
oh my god, did I know. I knew I was right because her heartbeat in the
shallow of her neck, her cheeks flushed, and she took a deep breath
quietly. She was ashamed to admit it here, but I did know she was right
based on the way she kissed me the night before and the way she trembled
just then when I pressed her up against the wall.
Her eyes darted to mine as she took a shaky breath. She eventually
nodded.
"Okay. So, what's the solution here? Is there a medication or something I
could take-"
She came to a halt as I started shaking my head, my gaze never leaving
hers.
"It's not that easy. We need to rule out things that aren't the issue
before we can start figuring out what is." I cleared my throat, my cock
still pulsating and my jaw tight as my eyes devoured her.
"Do you take any medications? Antidepressants, antipsychotic
medications-"
"No, no," she said, shaking her head. "Nothing."
"How about birth control?
She blushed and shook her head. "What's the point?" "
Her blush deepened as she bit her lip as I lifted my brow.
"I mean, I don't date or even anything just because of that... you know, that issue." So, so what is the point of starting birth control? "
Something snapped through my mind - a raw, possessive feeling that
affected me. As a result, she wasn't dating or seeing anyone.
"Is there nothing casual?"
She shook her head. "It's not for me."
"But last night-"
Her eyes glanced to mine, and heat raging behind them. "I've-" she said,
shaking her head. "I haven't ever done anything like that."
I grumbled on the inside, barely holding it together on the outside.
"Do you use recreational drugs?"
"No way, no how."
I nodded, realizing I should be writing everything down, but I was too
fixated with the prospect of removing her clothes off, spreading her
legs, and running my tongue over her pussy.
Yes, that's me - the fucking professional model.
"Do you work out? Exercise? "
"I run and do yoga."
"Are your eating habits healthy?"
"Every time."
I nodded once more.
"All right, external is out," I said as my jaw tightened. "We'll begin
with a test."
Her eyes widened.
"What? "
She lifted her head, her cheeks flushed. "No way, fuck no."
I smiled.
"I'm a physician, Addison."
"And the man who kissed me the night before," she hissed quietly, her
cheeks flushed.
I didn't respond; instead, I locked my gaze on her. I knew I needed to
be professional. I knew the sensible thing to do was make an apology for
the previous night and absolutely guarantee her of my good intentions.
What I should have done was stepped down myself as a doctor and referred
her to another specialist.
Screw. That.
For one thing, I am not going to apologize for something - not for my
goddamn world crashing the night before when she started to walk into
that bar. Not for having my heart leap out of my chest in a way it had
never done before. Not for fucking falling in love with her right there
in the restaurant. And I wasn't about to make an apology for my cock
throbbing hard and desiring to do nothing more than feel her slick,
tight pussy slide down every inch of it. That's right. There's no way.
My jaw clenched tight, my hands clenched into fists at my sides at the
prospect of not even being around this girl. The thought of another man
putting his hands on her, professional or not, made me break out in
hives. I had no idea who Addison was, but I did know one thing.
She was all mine. She hadn't realized it yet, but she was about to.
What about her minor issue? Oh, I was going to take care of that. And I
was going to have to fix it right away.
"Take your clothes off," I snarled.
Addison exclaimed, her breath catching in her throat and her cheeks
flushing pink.
I knew I had to leave. I had a feeling I was
If I wasn't going to leave, I'd call a nurse or someone to come in here
with me to keep me from being professional around this girl in which
every look, lip bite, scent, and nearness made me want to be very, very
unprofessional.
"I-"
"I promise you," I said as I moved closer to her. "Whatever happened
last night, I will solve all your problems. But I need to evaluate you
in order to determine where we should go. So..." I took a deep breath
and moved up to her, looking down into her eyes. Fuck, is it her
shampoo's scent or the pheromones in her hair? And it took everything
in me not to press my lips against hers and start claiming her right
there and then.
"So, sweetheart," I growled, my gaze locked on hers. "Start taking off
your damn clothes."
Addison's breath caught again, and I saw her open her mouth to say
something, but she quickly shut it down. Instead, she sucked her lower
lip between her teeth, which made me want to feel those lips sliding
down my cock.
"All right," she said, inhaling heavily as she nodded.
"Good girl," I cooed, enjoying how it caused her cheeks to flush once
more.
She moved away from me, having to turn as she reached down to remove her
tank top. Her bra was black and lacy, and it took all I had not to
groan when I saw her soft, silky, smooth bare back. She moved on to her
jeans, trying to kick off her heels and undoing her button, then the
zipper.
As she decided to draw it down, facing away from me, my cock ached. She
hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly began to peel them down
over that tight little peach ass, and I couldn't help but groan.
I didn't really care if she heard me. Good. Allow her to hear. Allow her
to hear what she has done to me. She'd hear the noise of my thick cock
stretching the front of my pants if the office was quiet enough.
I stood there watching her undress like a gift being unboxed in front of
me. My gaze was drawn to the little black lacy thong that covered
Addison as she yanked her jeans off. My jaw clenched and my balls
squirmed at the prospect of nudging that little strip of cloth aside
with my cock or taking it down with my fucking teeth.
I wasn't going to make it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold
back.
The thing is, I honestly believed she wouldn't either. I knew how riled
up I'd had her the night before, before she took off, for a girl who
have never even come before. I recognized the desire in those kisses, as
well as the way her fingers tugged at my shirt and pressed against my
chest.
I remembered the hot heat I'd felt between her legs as she kept pressing
against me. I remembered how fucking wet her pussy was the night
before, and I was willing to bet she was just as sticky and wet in my
exam room.
I approached the exam table and yanked on the lever to the side, which
raised the back and lowered the front section, transforming the table
into a reclining exam chair. She started to turn, feverishly blushing
and half-covering her stunning, flawless body.
"Sit," I whispered softly, my gaze fixed on her as I moved my chin to
the chair. She brushed past me, making my pulse race as her bare arm
touched my hand.
I swiveled a swivel chair over to her side and sat next to her shoulder.
I growled, "Take your lacy panties for me."
She shook her head and swallowed.
"I- I'm afraid I can't."
"What's the deal with that?" I murmured into her ear, trying to move in
close to feel the heat of her skin against mine.
"Because," she said quietly.
I cast a quick glimpse down her stunning body, my gaze teasing over her
soft, full breasts cupped in the almost see-through bra. My cock started
jumping in my pants when I saw the dark shade of her nipple through the
lace. My gaze shifted lower, past her smooth belly and curved hips, to
those tiny black panties that cradled the pearl between her thighs.
They were also drenched. The instantly recognizable dark mark in the
crotch area of her panties was right there between her legs.
"I really have to make certain that everything works," I grumbled.
She blushed even more, and I grunted as she chewed on her bottom lip
once more.
"It does," she said quietly again.
"I see what you mean."
Addison exclaimed, her cheeks vibrant red as she decided to close her
eyes.
"I'm here to assist and help you, princess," I stated softly.
"It's not...that," she finally exclaimed.
"You have the potential to be turned on."
Her eyes popped open, and she dragged them up to mine, swallowing hard.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"It's the part after that."
Addison's chest rose and fell as she nodded.
"Get them off, princess," I yelled. "Take off your panties and show me
that lovely little pussy."
