Page 50 of Ice Cold Hearts
“Actually, I was thinking about having you.”
She blushes and involuntarily glances at her unlocked door.
I get up and lock it, but instead of heading back to my seat, I stand behind her chair. She moans softly as I start massaging her shoulders. Never before have I been so grateful to be in a place with no windows.
“Wait. No,” she says, rolling her chair away from me and glaring. “I made it perfectly clear that when you are here, you guys are my patients and nothing else.”
I lean down and place a hand on each arm of her chair, trapping her there.
Emily stares hard at her lap, refusing to meet my eyes.
I tip her chin up with a finger, making her look at me. “The thing is, Em, I’m the only one of us who’s not a patient of yours.”
Her lip trembles. “I… what if they hear?”
“I guess we’re going to have to find something to fill that mouth of yours, then, Kitten.” My voice is hoarse with desire.
Emily’s delicate fingers make quick work of my belt. My hands shake as she traces her tongue over the tip of my cock. She takes me into her mouth inch by excruciating inch.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” I growl.
She hums contentedly as she traces her tongue over me in the way she knows drives me insane. My legs shake and my hands tighten in her hair as she continues to tease me. I say her name, and she releases me with a pop.
“Well.” She grins up at me. “Are you going to take what you want or are you going to let me keep tormenting you? I’d hate to leave you like this when my lunch break ends.”
My head spins too fast for me to string two words together. I trace my thumb over her bottom lip, and she opens her mouth obediently.
I whisper her name like a prayer. “Emily.”
She moves my hand back to the side of her head and says, “Take me.”
I sink my fingers into her hair and fuck her perfect mouth. I know I’ll have teeth marks in my tongue from how hard I’m biting it to stay quiet, but it’s absolutely worth it. She is unbelievably perfect. My orgasm creeps closer, so I pull out of her mouth and drop to my knees before her, ready to worship my goddess.
I could kiss the person who invented scrubs because they slip right off her with little resistance. She gasps then immediately covers her mouth to muffle any noise she might make.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise and plant gentle kisses up her thighs.
My mouth finds her clit, and I don’t waste any time teasing her. I trace my tongue over her every way she likes, reveling in the taste of her. When she starts desperately rolling her hips against the chair, I slide two fingers into her tight, wet pussy. Her whole body trembles as she fights to keep silent as I fuck her hard and fast with my fingers. She comes spectacularly, and I immediately drop my mouth to her opening to taste every drop of it.
When her breathing gets closer to even, I thrust my tongue into her. My fingers pinch and tease at her clit, making her clench her thighs around my head as she draws closer to finishing. I throw her legs over my shoulders for a deeper angle, and she comes with a muffled scream. Before I can start winding her up again, she pushes me gently away.
“Please,” she begs. “We don’t have much time left, and I need…” Emily stops, suddenly shy.
“What is it, Kitten?” I ask gently.
“I need you,” she whispers. “Fuck me, Oliver McKenna. Fuck me until all I can think about is you.”
I lift her one-handed onto the desk and slide into her like we were made to fit each other. She locks her legs around my hips and digs her nails into my back as I thrust into her hard and fast.
I feel her center pulsing and clenching against me with every stroke. I’m not sure I’ll be able to last much longer with how good she feels.
“Oliver,” she gasps. “I’m so close, and I don’t think… I can’t… I’m not going to stay quiet.”
I grip the back of her head and press her face into my shoulder to help muffle any sound she might make.
“That’s it Kitten,” I murmur into her ear. “I need to feel you come around my cock. Be a good girl and let go.”
Her whole body tenses and shudders. She bites my shoulder hard as she comes, and that little bit of pain sends me over the edge. I have to press my lips hard against the side of her head to keep from crying out as my own orgasm rips through me.