Page 216 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Really?” A firm hand went to my hip. “And what exactly did my shorts do?”

“They are driving me fucking crazy,” he said and moved toward me in three smooth strides. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter with ease. “I can’t stop thinking about what is underneath this skimpy as fuck material.” He pushed my thighs apart and eased his body in between them. And with one determined index finger, he ran a smooth line up my calf to my knee until he reached my upper thigh.

I bit back a moan as his finger danced across my skin, just below the material of my shorts.

Holy moly, that feels good…

“What’s underneath, Low?” he whispered as he slid his finger underneath my shorts. “Am I going to find a bare cunt?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Maybe,” I said on a half moan, half whimper.

His gaze stayed locked with mine as his finger continued the trail beneath my shorts until it reached the apex of my thighs. He brushed through my arousal and let out a little tsk tsk from his lips.

“I think someone is a little bit of a liar. This is a bare and wet little cunt,” he said with a wicked grin as he slid that persistent finger inside of me.

In and out, in and out, he went, and I moaned out loud.

“Guess what we’re going to do right now?” he asked and increased the rhythm of his finger while his thumb joined the pleasure party and rubbed smooth circles against my clit.

Fucking hell. That’s good.

“W-what?” I whimpered.

“We’re going to eat pizza.”

“Huh?”

“Yep,” he said and pressed a smacking kiss to my lips. His hand was out of my shorts a second later.

What the fuck?

Had he really just gotten me all riled up so that we could eat pizza?

My eyes popped wide open. “Are you serious?”

He nodded and leaned forward to brush his mouth across my lips and then my jaw until he stopped at my ear. “I’m going to eat pizza for dinner, and then, I’m going to have this delicious little cunt for dessert,” he whispered, and his warm breath brushing across my neck pebbled my hypersensitive skin. “Sound good?”

Pizza for dinner and orgasms for dessert? I thought it over for all of two seconds and decided that I could live with that game plan. But no doubt, I’d make sure dinner lasted no longer than ten minutes, tops.

“Sounds good,” I agreed and hopped off the counter. I grabbed the pizza and plates and bottle of wine off the counter and marched into the living room as quickly as I possibly could, leaving Scott behind in the kitchen with an amused smirk on his lips.

“In a rush?” he asked as he sat down beside me on the couch.

“You know my favorite part of a meal is always dessert.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep,” I said and plopped two slices of pizza onto plates. I handed one to Scott and grinned. “Eat up, buddy. You’ve only got ten minutes.”

“You’re bossy,” he said through a laugh and took the slice of pizza into his hands.

“No,” I corrected. “I’m horny. And when someone is a fucking tease and makes me horny and then doesn’t do anything about it, I get bossy.”

He grinned. “A fucking tease?”

“Yep. You’re a fucking tease.”