18+ MATURE CONTENT
Doctor Noah Westbrook. I'm young, and successful. I have everything and anything I could want, but there's something missing from my life. Something I desired for so long. The late night hooking up was beginning to grow tired, bor...
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"So many appointments today." I say out loud to myself, while looking through patient charts. No surprise, it's winter which means cold and flu season. As I'm looking through the charts, a sense of frustration comes over me.
My deviant mind always seems to wonder when Cara would strut passed my door. The woman knew how to get my attention. From the time I was hired here at the hospital a little over four months ago, she'd been pulling me in with that sweet, teasing body of hers. However, it just wasn't as thrilling for me anymore.
She would tease me as she'd walk by, shooting me a look from her desk. The desk that just so happened to face my door. She always had a look in her eyes. Like she wanted me bend her over that damn desk and fuck her as our colleagues walked by.
It's not hard for me to admit that the idea was enticing, and sometimes, she'd go as far as to spread those beautiful long brown sugar colored legs wide open; and play with herself as I watched from my office.
Now? Now that she had me this was nothing like when she used to tease my needs from her desk. I've lost interest rather quick, and it's no surprise. I have a side to me to craves attention, affection and the dirtiest parts of a woman. She gave me that in the beginning. But now it was like torture to even touch her anymore.
However, the way she made my dick twitch in its cage made me want one more taste of her. I won't deny that she tasted like pure heaven but the truth is, things just weren't the same. We have an understanding, so letting her go would be easy. Call me selfish or greedy, but I can't help the fact that I want one last taste of her and I want to give her one last GOOD taste of me.
"Cara?" I said her name as professional as possible knowing good and well my I was hard just thinking about it being inside of her.
"Can you please come into my office." There were three of our colleagues sitting in my front office conversations with her, so I had to keep it as professional as possible.
"Yes Noah?"
"Cara." I said with a stern tone as my voice beat into her chest.
"We have guests, so please speak as such"
"Yes, Doctor Westbrook. What do you need?"
"Come here, have a seat."
As she moves her body into the chair, she sits close to the edge, knowing exactly what I'm getting at. As she leans in, I can see the outline of her breasts, and they sit up perfectly in her blouse.
I was instantly hit with the memory of her C cup breasts as I cup them. Shaking the memory out of my head, I look into her eyes as I take in the scent of her Joy by Jean Patou perfume; the one I gifted her.
"Cara, I want you to meet me for lunch. We have something to discuss."
"Is everything ok?" She spoke low and her voice was full of concern.
