Page 289 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I tamped it down and swallowed both shots one after the other as she looked on. The heavy, seductive beat of the music pulsed inside my chest, but a part of me still thought this wasn’t a good idea.

Immediately, I ordered two more. I had a higher tolerance than she did, and if the way she was smiling at me was any indication of things to come, far be it for me to let her have a good time all on her own.

Rinse and repeat, the same routine with the bartender, the same routine with the shots, and a high buzzed in my veins.

“There,” she shouted over the music before reaching out and grabbing me by the tie almost violently. “Now we can dance.”

I followed her lead once more, the hold she had on my tie not giving me much choice as she dragged me out onto the dance floor and plastered her body to my own.

I still had one working brain cell that was trying to reject her flipped switch—a fast transformation from objection to demand in the area of physical contact—but the combination of alcohol and her breasts against my chest did a pretty good job of turning it off.

“Get ready, Scott,” she taunted. “You may have some fancy footwork at fancy parties, but I’m gonna teach you how to really dance.”

Selena Gomez’s “Good for You” filtered through the speakers as she pushed back away from my body and swayed, running her hands across her own chest and down to her hips, until they were inside the slit on her dress and against the perfect skin of her tanned thighs.

I swallowed thickly and swayed, enthralled as she turned her back to me and let her head drop back.

My lingering groan slid perfectly into the rhythm of the song. Why is she so fucking sexy?

Reaching out, I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her ass against me. She went with it, settling her head onto my shoulder and moaning at the obvious sign of my excitement.

Good Christ.

The salty, sweet taste of her skin as her throat hit the tip of my tongue was the last thing I remembered from the inside of that bar.

Stumbling, bumbling, fucking fumbling, I pulled at the zipper on the back of her dress as she unbuckled my belt and the button on my pants and shoved them down off of my hips.

The door of my apartment shutting behind us rang out like a gunshot, but neither one of us slowed down. Her throat was highly addictive, like sugar on a tart strawberry, and I couldn’t stop going back for more.

“God, Low,” I hummed against her skin, still fighting with her fucking zipper. She pulled back out of my arms, and the swollen, well-used state of her lips made my dick jump.

“Don’t ruin this by talking, Scott,” she teased, a sexy as hell smile on her face as she reached around her back to free herself from the demon-zipper dress on her own.

Thank fucking goodness.

She got it pretty easily, pulling it down and dropping the dress from her shoulders to bare her breasts before forcing it gently over the curve of her hips and stepping out of it.

Sweet Lucifer, her nipples were peaked and perfect, the rosy, brownish hue unlike any color I’d ever seen before—and I’d seen a lot of nipples. Christ, it was like I’d been color-blind my whole life, and Harlow had bought me the special glasses.

I hopped on one foot and chucked one shoe and then the other before shucking my own pants and ripping my already torn open shirt—compliments of Harlow—off and letting it fall to the ground.

She looked on hungrily, a little grin curving just the corner of her abused mouth, as she stood there in nothing more than a sheer black thong.

I attacked.

Forward in a flurry of motion, I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her until the length of her legs wrapped my waist tightly, and I carried her until her back bumped into the wall at the mouth of the one hallway in my apartment.

She grabbed and yanked at my hair, and the nerves stood on end. One breast and then the other, I feasted on everything they had to offer, nipping and sucking until mottled red rose to the surface of each.

More, more, more, give me all of it, Low.

Her hips rolled against mine, and my cock poked out of the top of my boxers in search of her sweet heat.

She weighed next to nothing, but holding her against the wall wasn’t conducive to my best work.

I pulled her up, burying my face in between her perfect-handful-sized breasts one more time and licking.

Every inch of her skin tastes like perfect summer fruit.