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‘Clearly, the universe was trying to get you laid, and even it knew drastic measures were required.’

She doesn’t say anything for a second, then her face smooths out, and she laughs, her shoulders shaking, her boobs shifting hypnotically with the movement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her laugh, and it’s so fucking sexy I feel it all the way down to my aching balls.

I kiss her then, I can’t help myself. She’s irresistible and she opens to me on a moan and slowly winds her arms around my neck, presses her tits to my chest, her nipples two hard points, and we’re panting and breathing hard within seconds. My pulse crashes through my head and bounds through the shaft of my cock, increasing the pain tenfold. I want to rip down my jeans and plunge inside her.

‘Christ,’ I mutter against her mouth and pull away before I do rip them down and fuck her into the floor. My wallet and stash of condoms are in the apartment, and besides, I want this to be about her.

I roll onto my back. I know she’s as turned on as I am; I can hear it in the husky rasp of her breathing. I know I could roll her under me and have her. I’ve always known that. But I resist, mentally quelling the revolt in my testicles.

‘You don’t want to…?’

Her hesitant question wraps a hand around my heart and squeezes. I like that she’s tentative. A lot of women I’ve been with would just jump on top – behaviour I fully endorse – but who knew shyness was this arousing? ‘No condom.’

She’s quiet for a moment, then she sits upright. I enjoy the view as everything shifts nicely, before she draws her knees up and covers all the good bits. Her gaze falls on my crotch, and my dick bucks against the zipper, practically punching a hole in my jeans. It wants out. The ache in my balls intensifies.

She glances over her shoulder at me. ‘I may not be the sexual athlete you appear to be?—’

‘Hey,’ I protest on a laugh.

She smiles and carries on. ‘But even I know there’s more than one way to…’ I tense, hoping she doesn’t sayskin a cat. My dick is in enough pain. ‘Get a guy off. I am a doctor, you know.’

I chuckle and stroke my index finger up her spine, because I can’t not touch her. She shivers slightly, and goosebumps fan out from my touch.

‘And it’s the least I can do, after…’

She lowers her gaze slightly, but she doesn’t look away. Or blush or squirm. My body throbs with the urge to sink inside her, but I know a little denial won’t kill me.

Christ, I hate denial.

‘I don’t expect quid pro quo, Doc.’ She cocks an eyebrow, and I laugh. ‘Yeah, I know some Latin.’

She laughs too. ‘Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?’

My fingers draw lazy patterns on her back. ‘You have no idea.’

Her smile fades a little, and she looks away, resting her chin on her knees. Her hair falls forward, obscuring her from my view, and if I could kick my own ass I would. I’ve just reminded her how much she doesn’t know about me. Reminded her that what she’s doing inside this broken-down elevator with me is completely out of character.

I’ve brought the outside world into our bubble, reminded her there’s a world outside these four walls.

Well done, douchebag.

I scramble to drag her back inside the bubble the only way I know how. She wants some sexual adventure, right? ‘Maybe I could go in for a little quid pro quo. If you’re up for a challenge?’

Her head turns slowly until her amber eyes fix on me. They glitter with sexual interest. Her lips part slightly in the kind of pout that betrays her arousal. ‘What did you have in mind?’

‘Do you think you could get me off with just your hand down my pants? No taking my jeans off, no kissing, no touching other than your hand wrapped around my cock.’

Her nostrils flare when I saycock. I like it. I also like how fully she looks at me now, like she’s decided to throw caution and shyness to the wind.

‘I mean, it is in pain, and—’ I smile. ‘You are a doctor, right?’

She purses her lips as her gaze drops to my crotch before returning to my face, her expression serious. Christ, her doctor face is a turn-on, too. ‘I’m not sure… tugging on it’s going to help with the pain.’

‘Oh it will, Doc, trust me.’

She smiles now. ‘I could… examine it for you?’

Her banter is like fingernails stroking my balls. ‘I like the way you think.’