I’m grateful there’s always a constant, low hum of music playing in the background to give us some semblance of masking the sounds. Though, the furious slapping of skin is like a gunshot in this quiet building—loud and unexpected.
“Baby, are you with me? I can’t hold off much longer.” Nor should he. Every second that passes brings us closer to getting caught.
I nod, the gag leaving me unable to speak. His thumb leaves my ass and his hand wraps around the front of my thigh, searching for my clit. The slightest graze from the minute he comes in contact with it has me coming all over his thick cock. I come hard, squeezing and milking his dick for everything he can give me.
“Fuck, Flynn.” He grunts and pumps a few more times before stilling inside me. He rubs a hand over my back, brushing my hair to the side before leaning down and kissing my shoulder. “How have I never noticed this before?” He trails a finger across the back of my neck across my tattoo, I’m sure.
When he pulls out, I instantly feel the mess spilling down between my legs. His cum makes a trail down my thigh and he’s quick to grab a tissue to clean up the evidence of our intimacy. Once my clothes are straightened out, I turn around to face and answer him.
“You mean my tattoo?” He nods and I shrug. “For a therapist, I guess you’re not very observant.”
“It’s sexy. What does it mean?”
“Téméraire. It’s French for reckless.”
“Fitting.” I smirk at him and catch him glance at his watch. “Perfect timing. Looks like our hour is up.” He walks back over to me and places his hands on my arms. Leaning down, he places a soft, chaste kiss on my lips.
I have to admit, I’m glad he’s not freaking out like I expected him to. I broke his one rule about keeping sex and therapy separate. With the way he reacted after we fucked in his bed, I thought fucking in his office would be worse. Apparently, I was wrong.
A rap of knuckles against the door has him sprinting halfway across the room.
“Dr. Whitmore, I’m sorry to bother you, but your next appointment is here and she says it’s an emergency.” That was close. Five minutes earlier and we would’ve been caught.
“Coming, Amanda. Thank you.”
Liam pockets my panties that I spit onto his desk and refuse to put back on seeing as they’re drenched. It makes me ready for round two knowing he’ll be holding onto them for at least the next hour, probably longer.
Before I have a chance to grab my things and go, the door flies open. A blonde chick in a trashy outfit stomps into the room shrieking and fake crying.
“Lauren, you can’t barge in here. I’m with a patient.” The bimbo side-eyes me with a cold glare. There’s no doubt in my mind that her emergency involves wanting to get in Liam’s pants.
And…has she? Have they slept together? How many of his patients has he bent the rules for? He claims it’s only me, but can I believe him considering he gave in to me so easily?
“I’ll see you next week, Flynn.” He throws me a pointed look filled with regret and a tinge of anger. Maybe he’s upset with me after all?
My shoulders sag as I make my way out of the room. As I pass by Lauren, she sneers. It looks like Liam is dropping me for her and she’s cocky about it. Then again, I was cocky five minutes ago too when I was full of his cock, but now I’m second guessing everything.
“I’ll take extra good care of him,” the bitch snickers under her breath and I slam the door behind me.
I’m already sick of the rollercoaster that is Liam Whitmore.
Twelve
Flynn
“What are you doing here, Flynn?” His tone of voice tells me he’s pissed and the man is giving me whiplash with how hot and cold he is. Hasn’t he ever heard the expression, it takes two to have a romp against your therapist’s desk? He didn’t exactly give me any indication that he wanted me to stop.
I’ve been outside of his apartment for twenty minutes, impatiently waiting for him to get home from work. His greeting was less than ideal and even less friendly, but I’ll have to take what I can get.
He unlocks his door but doesn’t push it open and doesn’t even begin to invite me in. “We need to talk,” I tell him. He rolls his eyes and a mask of arrogance clouds his handsome features.
“Are we back in high school, Flynn? Are you breaking up with me?” Tilting his head, his hazel eyes roam over my body from head to toe. “I guess you basically did just graduate, so I shouldn’t be surprised by your immaturity.”
“Why are you being such a dick?” Instead of acting like a normal girl and getting sad and weepy over his behavior, I get pissed. It’s my fatal flaw.
He finally opens his apartment door, and once he does, he latches onto my bicep and drags me inside. Slamming the door, he tosses his keys and phone on his entryway table and spins to face me.
“I don’t know, Flynn, maybe because you seduced me in my office, the one place I told you was off limits. We were moments away from getting caught. You’re going to get me fired and get my license taken away.”
“I seduced you? Last I checked, you had the ability to say no.”
“As if that would’ve stopped you.”
I rear back. “I’m not the one to shove my dick in you.
