I wasn't sure if going after Paxton was the right idea. Years ago, I'd told myself I'd never date another man, but I found myself always thinking about him and wanting to call or text him. "Before I lose the nerve, I'll stop by his office on the way home. I guess my sister stood me up."

  "Go have sex and forget about everything else." Kat grabbed the check. "I'll take care of this, but text me details later. If you want, you can send them to the group chat."

  I stood from the bench and flipped my friend off. "I'm going to go talk to Paxton. Still not sure about the office sex."

  The closer I got to the exit of the diner, the better the idea sounded.

  I tugged open the heavy glass door to Rose Plastic Surgery. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I stepped into the modern waiting room. On the wall was a giant photo of Paxton. Behind the ten-foot-long marble counter sat a blonde woman with double D breasts. I couldn't take my eyes away as I approached the counter. "I'm here to see Paxton."

  "Dr. Renolds, you mean." She wrinkled her nose. "He's busy at the moment."

  Over breakfast, he told me he didn't have any surgeries today and if I wanted to stop by, he would like that. He wanted to show me his practice. I told him I'd spent way too much time in a plastic surgery office. He went on to explain how he already thought my body was perfect. The man did have a stubborn streak, so I didn't bother pointing out the scars all over my body. "He'll want to see me."

  She flipped her long hair over her shoulder. "If he stopped what he was doing for every woman that tried to see him because she assumes he has a thing for her, he would never get work done. I can take your number and name down. We can also schedule your appointment."

  "Or…" I glanced to the employee entrance. The plastic barbie doll wasn't a match for me. All I had to do was flick her with my nail and she'd probably pop. "I'll just go back and find him myself."

  Her lips twisted. "Just because you went to the club with him once does not mean anything. The Renolds brothers sleep with a lot of women."

  I tried not to let my insecurities creep in, but I stopped for a second to think about what Paxton did. He was a plastic surgeon who made the perfect woman each day. I could never live up to any of the women he’d probably dated or the long list of women who would want to date him. Still, there was no way would I let this woman use my insecurities as a weapon this second. Later I would work to pull myself back to reality, but someone needed to teach the bitch who was in charge.

  "Except he woke up this morning next to me. I wonder how he's going to feel about you talking about his private life in the open. The place you mentioned has a strict NDA about discussions outside of those walls. I'm sure if I mentioned what you said to Paxton you would get kicked out or maybe even sued. I counted four people in the reception area when I glanced around."

  She crossed her arms over her chest. "You need to leave, or I'll call the cops."

  "You can try, but you might not have a job afterwards. I'll let myself back." I strode past her, and she grabbed my forearm. Her red fake nails dug into my skin, drawing a speck of blood. I twisted, so she had to release the grip and shoved my foot against her lower legs dropping her to the floor. She screamed as her ass hit the marble. I stepped over her and through the door. "Paxton's going to be busy for a while, so hold his appointments. If anyone asks, just say he's with his girlfriend."

  The receptionist’s voice carried into the hall as I tried to find Paxton's office. The walls were a light gray and soothing music played through the building. I weaved through the area, passing by offices. A few women in blue scrubs glanced at me but didn't say anything as I reached the back, where there were two sets of double doors. One had Dr. Paxton Renolds on them, and the other, Dr. Ryder Cliff. Dr. Cliff was Paxton's mentor and part owner in the practice. I pushed the doors to Paxton’s open and glanced around the open office.

  The streak of blood on my arm caught my attention. A doctor should have a Band-Aid or something in his desk. I sat in his ergonomic chair and pulled open the top drawer. Nothing I could use to wipe the blood. Next, I yanked open the drawer to the left and pushed around his bag of candy.

  "Rumor around the office is my girlfriend took out my receptionist and barged into my office." I froze at the sound of his deep voice.

  He stood in front of his desk in navy scrubs and his arms crossed. I winced, knowing I caused a scene at his place of work. "She's a bitch by the way, but my actions were uncalled for."

  "Dr. Cliff's wives always are bitches. Probably the reason he keeps a lawyer on his payroll for all the divorces he ends up getting." He stepped around the side, and I swirled in the chair and glanced up at him.

  My first instinct was to drop to my knees. I'd never had the urge to do a scene outside the club, but Paxton made me want more and the idea of him bending me over his desk had me wanting to please him. "I'm sorry, Sir."

  Paxton closed his eyes. "Mia, I'm only holding on by a thread. I think you pushing your way past the front door is sexy as hell," he replied, putting a finger under my chin. "But you stated in the beginning you weren't going to sleep with me."

  I remember the conversation. Part of me had worried if I slept with him, I would fall for him. Instead, I fell for the man without even sleeping with him. "Can I change my mind? I've been bad."

  "Stand up and put your hands on the desk."

  CHAPTER 9

  Paxton

  "I'm not going to repeat myself, Mia. Stand up and put your hands on the desk." The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered in a filling to keep prying eyes out of my office but still gave me the ability to see out. The state-of-the-art technology over the windows cost me way too much money, but I loved looking outside and having privacy. Mia's eyes went to the window, but I didn't want her to know nobody could see in.

  She reached to close my desk drawer and I shook my head, but when she placed her hands on my desk, I noticed the blood on her arm. "What happened?"

  She peered up at me through her eyelashes. "Your crazy receptionist has talons."

  Dr. Cliff and I would have to sit down and have a discussion about Felicity. We needed to fire her and start hiring some proper front office staff. The woman was rude to patients, and we paid her way too much money for how much work she pawned off on the other staff. I spun and pulled open the cabinet behind my desk and grabbed a small first aid kit. I never thought I'd need the small kit, but our office manager was a mother hen, and she'd insisted.

  I pulled out an alcohol swab and ran it over the superficial gouge. We’d danced around our connection for weeks. At times she tried to stay at her house, but I'd always talk her into one more night. Kat had added me to a group chat today, and the thing went crazy talking about vibrators. Now I had to wonder if Mia was as sexually frustrated as I was. She was the one who set the no-sex limit at the mission meeting. We hadn't done our checklist for the club because we hadn't played together yet. I'd planned to do it before we went on Friday.

  I brushed a blonde lock of hair behind her ear. "You made your stance on sex perfectly clear in our meeting with Brock. We weren't going to sleep together. What changed?"

  She shifted in place, rubbing her thighs together. "A lot's changed since that meeting. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, but you're a—" She shook her head. "It’s dumb of me to think someone like you can end up with me. I knew from the start we wouldn't work. I'll go home."

  I rested my hand on her back so she could stand. "I want to know what you were about to say. I'm a what?"

  "A plastic surgeon who is sexy as hell. You work on women all day long who are breathtaking. I'm not even sure why you keep asking me to stay around."

  "Every person who walks into my office is a patient." I brought my hand down hard on her jean-covered ass. She gasped but shook it in response. My hand tingled from the spanking and I didn't plan to stop at one. We just had some things to get straightened out first. "You're the first woman I've ever had bent over my desk. Know every time I sit in my chair, I'm going to get hard as hell as I remember what we are going to do, because unless you say stop, I'm going to slip deep inside you."

  "You're a man. How can you not be attracted to the women who walk in here? Also, you've seen the scars on my body."

  I'd learned a long time ago outer beauty didn't always match inner beauty. "You work with men who most women would drop to their knees for. Does that mean if we started dating—no, let me take that back, because I believe Felicity said the woman in the office claimed she was my girlfriend. Are you saying I should worry about my girlfriend falling for, let's say, Eric?"

  Eric's eyes were always on Mia like she was the only woman in the room. He stared at her the same way in the first meeting I attended, and my jealousy reared its head.

  "The men at work are like brothers, gross. As for the bitch at the desk, she frustrated me and I wanted her to think we were dating. I'm still thinking about having Sophie do a deep dive on the dark web to dig up dirt."

  Smack. Smack. Smack. "Ow."

  "I know she's a bitch, but no killing her. Robert is hell to work with when he doesn't have a wife. You're going to have to learn to trust me. And if that means surprising me at work, I'm up for the surprise, because I'll always make time to bend you over my desk."

  My cock throbbed, but I wanted to take my time with Mia. The rest of my day was full of consultations. Robert and I would normally do them together, but he could handle this afternoon's. I'd covered for him enough times over the last couple of years.

  "Do you keep rubbing your thighs together for relief?" My hand came down three times in quick succession. "People are walking by…do you like the thought they can see?"

  "Yes. Can we move this along?"

  "Oh, I think you forgot who is in charge. I'm going to take my time with you. And right when you think you can't take anymore, I'm going to fuck you."

  "Wouldn't that be easier if I was naked?"

  I sat down in my office chair and leaned back. "Yes. Do you want to strip for me, Mia?" She moved her hands from the desk and spun.

  "We should lock the door."

  "No, Mia, I want you to strip right now. If anyone walks in, they will know you are mine, because the second you told my staff you were my girlfriend, you made our relationship official and there is no going back. Now I would like to watch my girlfriend strip for me."

  She captured her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly dragged her T-shirt up her torso. Scars covered her milky white skin, but they didn't turn me off, only made realize how much she went through, and I would spend my time making sure she understood she was the only person in the world.

  Her nipples poked through her red lace bra. She spun so her ass was toward me and worked her pants down her legs, giving me a perfect view of her slightly pink cheeks and matching G-string.

  "Hands back on the desk."

  "But I'm not done."

  My hand came down on her ass and she leaned forward giving me total access. I'd wanted to swipe my tongue through her folds for over a month. I rolled my chair forward placed a hand on each of her hips and pressed my nose to her sex. God, she smelt delicious.

  "Did you just sniff me?" Mia shifted, but I kept her right where I wanted.

  "Yes, and I plan to do way more." I ran my finger along the red lace and moved her panties to the side. She was dripping with want. My thumb slid through her wet folds and circled her clit. The moan that escaped her mouth was full of lust. "This clit is so needy. I'm going to put sparkly red jeweled clamps on your nipples this weekend."

  Many who didn't understand a D/s relationship thought the Dom held all the power, but in reality the sub was in control. Her little moans alone made me weak in the knees. I ran my tongue over her folds. "You're sweeter than I'd imagined."

  "I don't think it's fair I don't get to taste you." She wiggled her hips, and I tightened my grip keeping her in place.

  Her body stilled when my hand came down on her ass. "I'm not done feasting on you. Know the more you interrupt, the longer I'm going to lick this pussy."

  "Let me get this straight. The more I wiggle my ass and talk, the longer you'll feast on me? I'm sorry, trying to figure out how this is a bad thing."

  I pressed two fingers deep inside her. "Won't be bad for me. I'm curious how many orgasms you can have before your legs get so weak it's hard to stand. Or if there’s a point you'll scream so loud the entire office will come and see if something happened." She clenched down, and I wondered if she wanted to be displayed at the club for everyone to view. I'd love nothing more than to put her on display.

  "Hey, you took that from the romance book you read to me the other night. If I remember correctly, she dropped to her knees before she had to lean over the desk."

  I smacked the palm of my hand against her sex. "This is our story, and this scene is going to go how I want it to go. You know what I remember most about reading that book?" Mia shook her head. "Your cheeks turned bright red when I read about the woman being taken from behind. Tell me Mia, did you masturbate when you got to your room thinking about the woman in the book? I did, and I pictured your sexy body."

  She whined when I took my fingers from her sex and ran my hand over her ass. "Answer me, Mia."

  "No, but I wanted to. Except I ran into one slight problem, I don't have anything at your house. Every night I try to go home, it's because I'm sexually frustrated."

  I wouldn't argue about feeling horny. Every morning when she came down to the kitchen for breakfast, she wore shorts that reminded me of underwear and tight white shirts with no bras.

  "Is there a reason you never asked? You had to know I'm attracted to you, Mia. Why wouldn't you ask for me to take care of you? I know we talked about communication the first night you were in the house."

  Mia stood up and spun. "You're right, Sir. I should have communicated, and I need to be punished for my mistake." The damn sexy woman dropped to her knees and tugged at my scrubs. I lifted my ass so she could pull them down.

  "You know this is topping from the bottom," I pointed out, but my brain went blank when she wrapped her red lips around my cock. "Fuck."

  She didn't answer me. Instead she pushed her lips further down my length and hummed. If I didn't get myself under control, I would cum in her mouth in a matter of seconds. "Slower."

  The damn vixen tightened her lips. I wrapped my fingers through her blonde hair and stopped her movement. "You keep racking up the punishments."

  She brought her hand from my thigh and cupped my balls. I didn't lie when I said I masturbated after reading to her, but I hadn't slept with another woman in three years. At the club I played, but I hadn't had a sub suck on my cock. I'm not sure any of them could match the feeling of Mia's lips.

  Mia took me deeper into her mouth and I tugged her up. She rested on her heels, her breasts heaving in her lacy bra. "Did I do something wrong, Sir?"

  "You know you did nothing wrong. Those damn lips are going to be the death of me, and I can't wait until I cum in your mouth, but right now I want to be inside of you."

  Mia spun, grabbing her purse off my desk, and pulled out a condom. I wanted to scream for joy, because I hadn't thought about protection and I sure as hell didn't have any on me. She ripped the wrapper open with her teeth and pushed the rubber down my length.

  "Ride me."

  She spun so her back faced me, and I pulled her skimpy piece of red string to the side as she lowered herself. "You feel so fucking tight." I didn't move as she worked herself down. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous ass.

  The damn woman was so tight I had a hard time not thrusting up inside her. When she'd eased herself all the way down my cock, I cupped her breasts and pulled her back against my chest. "I can feel you clenching around me. I bet if I pinched your clit you would explode."

  "Yes!"

  I pinched her nub and Mia screamed. There was a ninety-nine percent chance half the staff heard, but I didn't give a shit. "Lean across my desk."

  Mia did as I ordered, and I pushed back inside her. Her ass still had a pink tint. I wouldn't make it much longer as I thrust into her and held her close as I went over the edge.

  "I'm going to spend the night worshiping this body," I whispered against her ear.

  "I don't think I can move," Mia groaned as I pulled out of her and deposited the condom in the trash.

  I was about to answer when there was a loud bang on the door. Mia screeched and covered her breasts.

  "Sounds like you're done. I need you for a consult."

  Mia's eyes widened. "They heard!"

  I figured right after sex wasn't the best time to point out she screamed loud enough for the offices above to question what happened in my office. "Doesn't matter. I'm sure you've had sex in the dungeon at the club."

  Mia swiped her shirt from the ground and tugged the fabric over her head. "People go to the club to have sex. Everyone here just heard us."

  I pulled her close. "I’ve heard rumors your boss and Jessica are caught having sex all the time."

  "That's different. They go to the club."

  I pressed a kiss to her lips. "And many people who work here also go to Club Rose."

  Dr. Cliff wouldn't bother me unless there was an emergency or a question about a consultation. "Go home, take a bubble bath and relax. Because tonight we are going to spend the entire night getting to know each other."

  CHAPTER 10

  Mia

  I pulled my hair into a ponytail and straightened out my wrinkled shirt. While Paxton opened the door to his office, I slid my underwear into his top drawer. I only saw a picture of Dr. Cliff on the wall, but the older gentleman wasn’t alone. Detective Higgins, the officer who had grown out his gray beard was there. Next to him was a younger officer I’d never met before. Great, the bitch called the cops on me.

 

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