Page 68 of Game Misconduct

Angling his head, gaining further access, he licks at me in earnest. One hand trails over my hip to my entrance, brushing his thumb against me again and again, not sinking in. He gathers the wetness between my legs, then pulls back enough to suck two fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and wet.

And then he’s back, feasting on me, flicking my clit with his tongue, and one thick, blunt finger pushes inside me, and oh fuck…

I forgot how good he is at this. How much I missed him.

Since that kiss in the exam room, I’ve stopped denying my attraction to him. I still have issues regarding intimacy, especially with him. He hasn’t run away screaming yet, though. And maybe, if he’s willing to let me get my shit together, we can have a chance at something real.

Kissing him was a monumentally stupid thing to do. It blurs too many lines. But there are contingencies in place for situations like this. A sexual relationship between colleagues isn’t prohibited.

But is sex all he wants?

Nick pulls away from my pussy, his brow furrowed. “What’s going on? I’m doing my best work here.”

I thread my fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

It’s always me.

“What can I do to help?”

There’s only one thing that will get me out of my head. Only one thing he can give me.

But am I asking too much? Am I crossing too many lines?

Well, since he’s asking…

“Bend me over my desk and fuck me.”