Page 87 of Draft Pick
The Crew and Juniper, Hugh and Lavender, doctor and patient we were a month ago, is all a fucking wash. We’re real, and it’s time we started acting like it.
I’m all but bouncing in place, the legs of the coffee table underneath me rattling with my anticipation to move. I need to touch her. I need to be inside her. But the inward battle of appreciating the view wins for now.
“Do you realize what you just started, Doc?”
Her back arches slowly, pebbled nipples standing at attention. Ma’am, yes ma’am. At your service.
Juniper knows she’s a tease just like she knows I’ll take her bait. Her right foot kicks against the frame of the door while her hand finds its place at the top of her clavicle. I can’t move. Can’t speak, watching her fingertips dance across her glass skin.
She glistens. Her touch drifts down her chest and stops when it makes contact with her nipple. “I think the question is…” her voice whispers, calm and steady. “Can you handle what’s to come? I’ve got some demands I’m prepared to make.”
This just took a turn for the fucking better.
“Speak, Juniper. Tell me what you need. You already know I’ll give it to you.”
I can tell she’s had a plan from the very beginning, and knowingthisis something she wants—and has wanted beforehand—makes my cock ache that much more.
As if my words sprang on her confidence, Juniper grips both tits and speaks. “I need you in less. At least give me something pretty to look at while I degrade you.”
Long gone is the sweet new doctor from Nashville. Welcome home, Doctor fucking Wilde.
I’m on my feet in seconds with my T-shirt flung over my head, completely disregarding the radiating elbow pain from tonight’s game just so I can please her. I’ve never wanted to please anyone more.
Juniper’s eyes flutter closed with unfiltered want as I inch closer. But again, it’s clear she has a plan that doesn’t include me making any decisions. “Stop,” she directs, fingers still touching herself, and I’ve never wanted to be a pair of hands more in my life.
I don’t speak. Frankly, wouldn’t dare if it meant disrupting whatever’s about to happen.
“Not touching me is killing you, isn’t it? Your cock looks painful.”
I glance down. “Maybe you should come help a guy out.”
She shakes her head slowly, a sly smirk cresting her lips. “I could…but I’m not. In fact, there’s something I want you to do for me.”
“Anything.”
At this point, I’m shaking. The edging is doing more to my composure than I expected, and I just want it to end so I can feel her.
I wait for her to speak as her hands trace the length of her toned stomach before stopping just above the mound of her pussy. One hand lifts above her head and rests along thedoorframe while the other begins its pursuit of the fucking promised land.
But just how Juniper always seems to surprise me with her kindness, she also does with her self-assurance. There’s a sexual poise to her. I know my cock won’t survive tonight when she lifts one leg and places it against the opposite doorframe, revealing her pussy in all its perfection.
Swollen. Damn near quaking. The hunger stirs deeper in my chest. “Let me have it,” I growl, desperately trying to respect her role right now, but my willpower quickly crumbling.
My focus locks in on Juniper’s index finger, dipping down her soaked center and pushing gently against her clit. It’s just enough contact for her body to shiver. “My clit is throbbing, and there’s nothing I want more than your tongue inside of me, Crew. But you’ve got to put the work in to get it.”
“Just tell me what you need.” I inch closer, and she doesn’t stop me with a gesture, but her words ring out like a prayer.
One fucking word.
“Crawl.” There’s command in her tone and fever in her eyes. I lift my head to meet her aroused glare. This is the sexual partnership I’ve craved, and I’m officially about to bust in my sweats. “Get on your knees and crawl to me, Crew. And don’t stop until you’re inches away from my cunt. No touching or tasting until I say so.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, lowering to my knees. The rough texture of the floor does nothing to stop my obedience to her. My fists meet the carpet, shoulders pushed back in pride. Not for me, but for Juniper.
She’s stunning like this—beautifully naked, exuding authority, and in my jersey.
My elbow pulses in pain, but I fight through it.
“Go slow,” she whispers, eyes drinking in my position and bare chest while touching herself. I don’t miss Juniper eyeingmy arm, likely still showing she cares for me, all while degrading me.
