Page 49 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Now,” he demanded through gritted teeth. “I need to feel your perfect cunt wrapped around my cock, Mel.”

God, yes.

“Get on your knees,” he instructed with one hand gently wrapped around my neck. “Let me see that glorious ass in the air.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. My knees hit the bed seconds later, and he helped me tip my ass farther into the air.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, connecting us in one swift thrust.

A guttural moan escaped my lungs, and sparks danced behind my eyes. God, he felt so good.

“Never stop doing this,” I whimpered as he picked up the pace, sliding his cock in and out with deep and heavy strokes. “Never ever stop doing this.”

“Never,” he groaned in agreement.

Honestly, it was the best thing I’d ever felt. I’d be willing to sign on to live like that movie Groundhog Day as long as today was the one on repeat.

The tip of his cock rubbed just the right spot, like his length was made to pleasure me, and by the way he was grunting behind me, I could tell he felt the same. Incomprehensible moans spilled from my lungs while Will pushed his cock deep and pulled it back again, speeding up until I developed a keening cry. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted.

“Let go, Mel.”

I shook my head against the blinding pleasure, completely against the prospect of letting this blissful heaven end, but the perfect biology of our two bodies together worked against me. I cried out as everything good and right hit me so hard I thought I might black out, and Will, pressed to the hilt, climaxed inside of me simultaneously.

Time. Space. Safe sex. None of it existed in that moment. Still connected, all we felt was our perfect, intimate joining and the mind-blowing orgasms that had washed over both us until we were lying breathless and panting on Will’s bed.

But slowly, as he pulled his cock free from me, everything came filtering back.

Time. Space. Safe sex.

Holy hell. What in the fucking fuck?

I’d never slept with someone unprotected in my life. Even in my five-year stint with Eli, I’d been mindful enough to at least discuss birth control.

With his back on the bed and his chest moving up and down with deep breaths, Will turned his head to meet my eyes. “What was that?”

“I have no idea,” I answered honestly, a little scared by the prospect of how powerful it all was—how fully I’d let myself go.

“That was…” he started, only to run out of words immediately. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t find any words to describe it either.

“I know.”

“I think my orgasm made me lose brain cells.”

A soft giggle fell from my lips at the starkly honest truth. “Ditto.”

“Question,” he said, his gaze turning serious as it searched mine. “This is painfully late…but are you on birth control?”

I nodded, relieved I at least wasn’t that big of an idiot. “Now, sir, I see your bet and raise you one…”

He grinned. “Shoot.”

“Have you been tested?” I asked, melting into his happiness like a loon. God, he’s distracting. I shook my head to clear it of his voodoo and remember the responsible things. Adult things. Things I should know better than to wait to ask until after fucking my boss. “No STDs or weird fungal infections I should know about?”

“Clean as a whistle.”

“That’s good to hear.”