Chapter 24 Honor
Honor
Di drives me to Ledbury Road, and Noah goes ahead on his bike. He’ll get there more quickly on two wheels. Di’s grinning from ear to ear in the rear-view mirror.
‘This is my true calling. Delivering you like a pizza to your smoking hot doctor for a mid-morning booty call. You lucky, lucky bitch.’
‘I’m sorry getting me to meetings on time and helping me run my global empire hasn’t been professionally fulfilling for you all these years.’ I examine myself in my hand mirror. I’m flushed already, pupils dilated. I’ll do. Noah seemed to like what he saw in there.
Noah is under instructions to buzz me in rather than meeting me at the front door.
God knows which filthy rags have their guys trailing me today.
I ring his bell and he buzzes me straight in.
I make for the first floor, heart thumping at the significance of being here, in this unfamiliar building, for one sole purpose.
He’s standing at the door to his flat and my entire nervous system signals danger.
His arm is slung up on the door frame in my favourite stance, and around his neck lies a stethoscope.
He rakes his eyes up and down my body and flashes me a smile.
It’s not his usual Noah smile; it’s professional and a little arrogant.
Only his eyes give him away. They’re shining with admiration, and desire, and excitement.
‘Ms Chapman? I’m Dr Thierry. Come in, please.’
So we’re in character already. Whew. I’m sweating.
Gone is the famished Noah of a quarter of an hour ago, and in his place is a slick stranger.
This is hot beyond belief. I’ve done a little light role play with Jackson in the past, but nothing like this.
But I spent years in front of the camera. I can do this.
‘Thank you, Doctor.’ I sweep past him imperiously, the corners of my mouth twitching.
He has a seriously nice flat. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the living room in front of me is immaculate. Whoever did this interior is a professional with an excellent eye for colour.
The door shuts behind me with a definitive click. Noah grazes his fingers up my back before coming around to face me. His gaze sweeps over my face and he gives me a beautiful Noah smile before whispering you okay?
I’m more than okay. I nod, and his tone turns professional again.
‘Excellent. Come through to my consulting room, why don’t you.’
I follow him down a corridor to his bedroom. My relentless aesthetic sense hones in on the fabulous duck-egg-blue walls complemented by hints of raspberry in the soft furnishings, while my nervous system clocks the huge wooden bed and ratchets my heart rate up a notch.
‘So.’ He eyes me and pulls the stethoscope off his shoulders, weighing it in his hands. ‘What seems to be the problem, Ms Chapman?’
He’s inches away, and he’s so gorgeous, and while his tone is even, he’s staring at me like he wants to devour me.
I raise my chin. ‘I’ve been feeling very… tense recently. Uptight. I need some help to relax.’
He raises his eyebrows. ‘I see.’
I warm to my theme. ‘I’m a TV presenter, you see. A morning news anchor. I interview powerful men every day, but I have no outlet for my stress. I thought a doctor might be able to help me find a—release.’
His eyes widen. ‘I’m confident I can help you with that. I’ll need to remove your dress so I can conduct a thorough physical examination.’
I swallow. ‘That will be fine.’
Noah circles me like a lion stalking its prey before stopping behind me and gathering my hair over one shoulder. And then the zip lowers, down, down, as air hits my skin. It drags over my arse and Noah blows out slowly and utters a barely audible fuck.
I smile to myself. He’ll have spotted the cappuccino-coloured lace backs of my bra and thong, then.
He gets the dress open the entire way and runs his hands lightly over my bare waist and down my hips before guiding the dress off over my shoulders. He chucks it on the bed, and seconds later, the shock of cold metal hits my shoulder blade.
‘Deep breath in,’ Noah orders against my ear. I obey, of course.
‘Good.’ He repeats the process on the other side before removing the stethoscope. A moment later, it’s on the inside of my thigh, heading north, and I gasp.
‘Encouraging pulse here.’ His voice beneath me is a drawl as he slides the instrument right up so it’s almost grazing the strip of lace that is my thong.
He brushes a knuckle over the fabric and I whimper and widen my stance.
I’m still in my heels, and my legs are already trembling.
Really trembling. A delicious slick of anticipation rolls over me—he’s seriously in character, and it’s incredibly hot.
He pulls the metal away and then he’s in front of me, checking out my La Perla with hungry eyes. The stethoscope’s earpieces are in his ears and he slides the metal part across one breast, teasing the lace edge of my bra cup.
‘Quite an elevated heart rate,’ he murmurs. He holds the lace away from my breast and slips the metal disc into my cup so it hits my nipple. Heavenly cold. I gasp and clutch his gorgeous, hairy forearm.
‘Noah.’
‘You have to let me do my job, Ms Chapman.’ He allows me the ghost of a smile, but his beautiful brown eyes tell me everything I need to know. He’s as into this as I am. ‘We’re going to test your body’s responsiveness next. Close your eyes, please.’
This man can do anything he wants to me. I’m putty in his hands—I have an inkling I’ll nail the responsiveness test. My nipples are crying out for his touch and my pulse is raging between my legs—he was correct on that front.
I close my eyes. There’s a soft thud as the stethoscope presumably hits the bed.
‘First your mouth.’ His hands slide around my neck, under my hair, and he fists it as he kisses me roughly, his tongue invading me, thrusting against mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back as deeply as I can.
He uses his hands to angle my head to the side and sucks my tongue before allowing his hands a little trip around my body.
They slide down my back and glide over my arse cheeks, where he kneads them forcefully, pushing me against his heavenly erection.
He pulls away, breathing heavily. ‘Good. Then your breasts.’
He unclips the back of my bra. The relief of it falling away is enormous. He brushes one nipple with a finger, then the other. Red-hot sensation zings straight to my groin.
I gasp. ‘Noah!’
‘Call me Doctor, please. They seem responsive.’ His voice is strangled.
His lips close around one nipple and he sucks, while his fingers roll the rock-hard bead of my other nipple.
He pinches hard, and my head rolls back.
I grip his shoulders through his shirt. Between my heels and this head rush he’s giving me, there’s a good chance I’ll lose my balance otherwise.
‘Doctor.’ The physical sensations Noah is arousing in me are all-consuming enough, but when I focus on the kink of this being a medical examination, it almost blows my mind.
I’m naked aside from a scrap of soaking wet lace between my legs and a pair of heels, and this fully dressed, highly skilled professional is doing an excellent job of taking full advantage of me.
The good doctor continues to pay close attention to my breasts with both his mouth and his hands for the next few moments, as I grow more and more aroused.
There’s an orgasm building through my entire abdomen, and there’s a good risk I come like this.
I widen my legs and wiggle my arse, praying he’ll show me mercy.
He releases my breasts and puts his mouth next to my ear. ‘Are you ready for the internal part of your examination?’
‘Yes. I am.’ I’m practically sobbing with frustration.
‘Good girl.’
And then, thank fuck, Noah hooks his fingers around the sides of my thong and slides it down my legs. I step out of it.
‘Sit right on the edge of the bed for me.’
I open my eyes and sit down.
‘Open your legs.’ Beautiful Noah kneels before me and taps the inside of my knee. I open my legs and he gazes down at the very core of me. Shuts his eyes for a moment and bites his lip. At least he’s in as much torment as I am. I lean forward to kiss him, but he pushes me gently on the shoulder.
‘Lie back and put your feet on my shoulders. This is the most important part of your examination, Ms Chapman.’
Where the hell is he getting all this from?
Did he put in a few years at RADA as well as med school?
The guy is incredible, and far kinkier than I would have guessed.
To be honest, I’m far kinkier than I would have guessed.
I’ll take whatever he’s offering right now.
I lie back on the bed and lift my arms decadently above my head, raising my legs one at a time so my feet sit on his shoulders, the starch of his shirt crisp under my arches.
I’m throbbing everywhere. This good doctor seriously needs to put me out of my misery.
His hands glide up my calves and thighs, his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs.
He stops right at the top before, thank God, sliding a finger inside me.
Then a second. I’m so wet they slip right in.
We both produce a guttural groan in unison.
The sensation of being filled up is heaven, but I need more. I arch and push into his hand.
‘Very responsive,’ Noah murmurs. He lowers his head towards me and I tense in almost unbearable anticipation as I watch him studying me.
The desire and focus on his beautiful face, the ache on it, the glazed look in his eyes that reminds me he’s spiralling out of himself just as much as I am.
This man is going to get it in a minute.
‘There’s nothing wrong with your responsiveness, Ms Chapman.’ His eyes flick up to my face, and what he sees there must be good, because he smiles his Noah smile at me. ‘Now, let’s get you that release you’re searching for.’
The thrill of what’s coming is almost unbearable. I moan. ‘Hurry up, Doctor. I need you inside me. Right now.’
He shakes his head at me and drops his face right between my legs, and his tongue gets to work on me. It’s tense and firm and flat right where I need it, and its movements are decisive, as if he knows now is not the time to mess about with light, teasing strokes.
I’m a writhing, moaning mess on the bed as the pressure ratchets up and up, spreading from the nerves Noah’s touching to deep, deep inside me, and I come, so hard that the world is swirling colours behind my closed eyelids and what was my body is a melted puddle of pure sensation.
I’ve probably made a great deal of noise, but I’m not really aware of it, just of Noah removing his mouth as my shudders subside and getting to his feet and practically diving on me, his arms coming around me to plaster me to his front and his erection like steel against my sensitised flesh.
‘Fuck,’ he gasps into my neck, and I’d agree with him if I hadn’t lost the power of speech. His hands move in my hair, combing it away from my face so he can put his mouth to mine and show me how I taste. ‘You’re the most—Honor. I need to fuck you. Now.’
That we agree on. My blinding orgasm is coursing away from me, leaving emptiness, and my heart is overflowing on behalf of this man who’s taken me apart so completely and needs to blow his load just as desperately now as I did a couple of minutes ago.
I haul myself up and scrabble at his belt buckle. It’s reward time for Dr Noah Thierry.