Page 6 of Bloodlust

My gaze floats down the curve of his spine as he slides his arms slowly through a white dress shirt, the spring sun casting a glow around his deliciously lean body.

Maybe I came here for two things.

I bite my lip, leaning against the door frame as I watch him pop his collar, the flexing movements of his muscles making me envy the piece of cotton stretching across his arms. My eyes flit down to his firm, round ass.Mmm. What a treat indeed.My pussy clenches in anticipation.But is the front as good as the back?As if reading my mind, his body rotates, my mouth drying as I soak in the outline of his impressive cock.

Well,hellodaddy.

"Apologies." His low, gritty voice fills my ears. "I didn't hear anyone come in."

"I didn't knock." I lift my head up after one more second of viewing pleasure. He'd make a killing at Suffer N' Rage. "Sorry." I smirk when I meet his green eyes, my insides burning as I scan his symmetrical features. Three for three. Triple threat. "Well—" I lick my lips, stealing one more glance at my new potential toy, "—notthatsorry."

"Hmm…" He adjusts his cuffs before reaching for the blazer draped over the back of an office chair. He strides toward me, putting on the jacket, a dark glow in his irises as he adds, "Do you often have the need to disregard societal norms, Miss…?" He pauses, cocking his head. "Miss Bianco, I presume?"

"Correct," I say, concealing a grin as I hold out my hand. I wonder if his grip is tight. The tighter the better. "And you must be Dr. Malcolm. A pleasure to meet you." He studies my hand for several long beats but doesn't shake it.Interesting."Are you upset I didn't knock, Doctor?"

"Upset?" he asks, giving me an attentive once over. "No, I am not."

"Good because I?—"

"However," he continues, rudely cutting me off. "It is incredibly disrespectful to barge into someone's office without knocking. I could have been with a patient."

"But you weren't," I snap back, tilting my head. "Were you?"

"Not the point," he states sternly. "This type of impertinent behavior is not tolerated in this office, understood?"

"Wow, it's only been thirty seconds and you'realready lying to me," I note, meeting his clinical eyes. They're so fucking green. Like a forest that has yet to be clear cut. Untapped. Unexplorable. Untainted. "Must be a record."

"I beg your pardon?"

I smirk. "No need to beg, Doctor. I'm more than willing to pardon you."

"Next time, you knock." His tone is demanding, authoritative, and somewhat arousing. "Yes?"

"I could've sworn I knocked, but…" I pause, stepping into the office and closing the door behind me. Privacy issoimportant these days. "It might have...slipped my mind." My gaze flicks down the length of his tall frame. "I must have been a tad distracted."

"Interesting." He stops a few feet away from me, the scent of cedarwood, lavender, and orange blossom permeating the space between our bodies. "In some cases, distractibility is a common side effect of persistently elevated stress." His brow quirks up as he drags his thumb across his chin, my focus darting to his tempting mouth. "Are you stressed, Miss Bianco?"

"Do I look stressed, Doctor?" I ask in a breathy tone, my chest rising at the thought of all the deranged acts those lips could do to my body. The things he could make me feel. Oh, the things I could make him feel. "Mmm."

"Is it too warm in here for you?" he asks, drawing my attention with an edgy hint of amusement in his tone. "You look somewhat flushed."

I blink, composing myself. He's observant. I'm not sure if I like that. "I've had a chaotic morning." I cross myarms defensively against my chest. "You might have heard."

"Yes, my secretary informed me of your ordeal," he says, glancing at his G-Shock watch. I wouldn't have pegged him for a diver. "Unfortunately, you are quite early for our session, so I'm going to have to ask you to wait outside until I'm ready to see you."

"That won't be necessary," I say, remembering the real reason I'm actually here.Priorities, Camilla.I reach into my purse and pull out the checkbook. "I'm not here for a session."

"Really?" he hums, almost mockingly. "Do you plan on completing your forty-eight hours at another practice then?"

"I don't plan on completing those hours at all," I say. His salty tone is quickly taking away his sexual appeal. Dries me right up. "Name your price, doc." I tap the checkbook. "And don't lowball yourself."

"My price?"

"Yes, your price." I take a step forward and cast him a sly smile. "How much will your cooperation cost me?" I twist my lips in thought. "I think one hundred thousand should be enough, right? I mean, all you need to do is report my hours to the judge. Pretty simple, I'd think."

"You expect me to lie to the state, Miss Bianco?" he asks, crossing his arms. "What kind of establishment do you think this is? Your money's no good here, believe me."

I roll my eyes. "Two hundred thousand then."