push him harder, ignoring how s

ove, he slams the door to the hallway shut and

gun, you know,"

g to shoot me, you would have done it by now. And if you decide to hold me

hould be more scare

unicated directly with the heat between my thighs in a

show this son of a bit

ht. Is that supposed to have me

chest. "Boys stand their ground when they don't have a ch

"What are you, a drug

et's go with

of built that comes from a magic mixture of genetics and working out vigorously. I imagin

hat he's manhandling. His large, strangely graceful hands claimi

has built in my stomach. Almost certainly a side effect of

clear: I do no

with random wounds and bruises and broken bo

with that

t seem to be

ution would be to stay here for a while," he says, uncrossing his arms and sliding his hands into

homing beacon. It takes me three

his body to find the doorknob. "Time to vacate the p

d behind his body. "Is there s

I lie withou

eft hand and holds it between us

y bluff. "Tell him you'll be late getting home

m people like you, so he isn't home right now. But he actually has a tracking device on my phone," I lie again,

gets here. You know... to make sure the gu

wly down my arm. It feels like he's flaying me open. Hea

n pulsing, like my whole body

hisper. My heart is beating so fast it's ha

ld. But that's n

matter

o the exam table. I'm pinned between

s head drops down until his lips are next to my

ieve that I'm walking out of this ro

man grabs my hips and lifts me onto the exam table. Wit

e that, my f

r face. I've revea

d under my shirt, the calloused skin of

what I t

ng of his warm body between my legs

don't care about the promise I made to myself eighteen months

is the pure carnal need ro

grab the man's head and pull his face to mine

ers match up perfectly. While I reach down and unzip his f

t loud as I kick off my pan

ipping them clean off. Effortlessly powerful. He opens his fist

nly have a second to think about it b

whisper.

him. So many doubts I should be having. Any n

aze of lust for a m

t for him to thrust-I pull myself onto him. Our bodies meet with a smack o

really

t once may have hurt. But as it is, I feel like I

hands tightly, his fingers digging into my

rs of treats and cotton swabs vibrating off the table

don'

the su

the

ak

to be broken, I'll tak

ing my legs wider, giving mor

table. I throw my arms over my head and grip the edges of the table for stability, w

s rise off the floor for a moment before crashing back

he feeling of a hand that isn't