My Bad Boy Doctor

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Looping my arms around his neck, I thread my hands into his hair and tug hard, bringing him closer so my mouth can meet his. His kiss is fervent and demanding, his tongue gliding over my lips. It's a mind-blowing kiss, where all I can see is the moon, stars, and the rest of the universe beyond.

I don't know how I feel. We barely know each other, and I could be the one to change my mind. I also worry he won't feel the same way in a week from now.

Tearing his mouth away from mine, he forces me onto my back, pinning my arms above my head as he straddles me. His gaze burns into mine, demanding an answer. "Well?"

I shiver when a gust of the air conditioning unit breezes over my breast, sending goosebumps everywhere. My wrists tingle from his weight, and I'm so turned on by the intensity of his open emotions.

He wants what he wants and he goes for it.

Maybe I should too.

I nod, my mind still swimming in euphoria. My voice is throaty, making me sound like I haven't had water in days. "Yes."

I'm about to ask for reassurances such as, "is this what you really want?" or "are you absolutely sure?" but he cuts me off with another kiss. Then before I know it, he's wrapping my wrists and fastening them to the bed.

He's so fast, I don't have time to register his actions, but his eyes are filled with lust as he slowly rakes his gaze over me. When his thumb circles my center, I gasp and arch my back, my body begging for another go. "Oh my God, Blake. You ask me to be your girlfriend and then tie me up?"

A guttural growl escapes his throat, and his mouth is immediately exploring every surface of my body. Between sensual kisses, he rasps, "I wanted to see your face when you said yes. Now I want to fulfill any fantasies you might have about me as your bad boy."

Oh, that is hot. I squirm and curl my toes, pulsing with sexual energy.

"I can think of much more than bondage," I reply.

"We'll do it all," he rasps before closing his mouth over my center and pushing me over the edge of oblivion.

My legs are sore and every aches when I wake up the next day. Blake snores softly beside me, sprawled on his back baring all his pitched tent glory with nothing to conceal him. I should be too tired after everything we did last night, but I'm insatiable and I crave more.

For a moment, I lie on my side, propping myself on my elbow as I watch him sleep. His face is peaceful in the light; he looks like he doesn't have a care in the world as his mouth lifts in a slight smile. His eyes are moving beneath the lids, and by the way he groans and shifts, I can tell he's dreaming about something good.

And then it really hits me: I agreed to be his girlfriend last night between the throes of passion. Now that the reality of the morning after has settled in, I realize how much I want a man like him. He's been nothing but kind since we met, always anticipating my needs and giving me his attention.