Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Colton
Saturday night wasn’t what I expected. I’m not sure what I did expect, but to be so pulled to her during dinner was not on the list. I’d figured I’d be tempted but planned ahead to be good, to not push anything.
I did not know I would hang on every word she said, wanting more. Needing to know everything I could about her.
I already know this is dangerous. I don’t do relationships. Even if she knows that, nothing about our date made it feel like we were simply messing around.
And that kiss at the end of the night. It stoked a fire deep inside of me that has been burning ever since. From the feeling of her lips on mine to her desperate whimpers, pleading for more … I am already ruined.
Now every look she has given me today, every whiff of her perfume, is fanning those blames inside of me.
By the end of the day, I feel like a madman, ready to explode. I stomp into my office and free myself of my coat, thankful my shift is over.
The only thing I know is that I’m done. Restraint is gone. I want her now. I need her now.
I unbutton my sleeves and roll them up, then get out my phone.
Me: Are you still here?
Her response comes almost immediately.
Melissa: Just finishing up my charts. Why?
I don’t overthink it.
Me: Come to my office when you’re done.
Then comes her reply.
Melissa: Okay.
That single word settles low and heavy in my chest.
I’m already standing when the knock comes. I open the door and step back long enough for her to enter, then close it behind her. The click of the lock echoes too loudly in the quiet space.
She turns toward me, brows lifting slightly, a question forming that I don’t give her time to ask.
My hands settle on her hips, firm and certain, guiding her backward until the wall meets her shoulders. The sound is soft but final.
Her breath catches. “Colton …”
I kiss her.
There’s no hesitation this time. No testing. No careful distance. Just the accumulation of an entire day snapping tight and breaking. Her mouth opens beneath mine, warm and responsive, and the sound she makes goes straight through me. She drops her purse and coat on the ground.
I brace one arm beside her head, the other holding her steady, anchoring myself in the feel of her body pressed close. She melts into me, fingers curling into my shirt, like she’s been waiting for this too.
This is what restraint costs.
I pull back enough to look at her. She’s flushed, breathing hard, eyes dark with want, and the sight hits harder than the kiss did.
This isn’t merely heat. It’s her.
My forehead drops to hers, my voice low when I speak. “I tried all day.”
She exhales a soft, shaky laugh. “So did I.”
That’s it. That’s the moment.
Her hands slide up my chest and squeeze my shoulders. My grip tenses. The space between us disappears entirely.
We both lean in for another searing kiss. I wrap my arms around her and let them fall to her ass, then pull her against my now-hardening dick. She moans into my mouth.
It’s too much. I raise my hands a couple of inches, then push them down into her scrubs and underneath her underwear so I can grip her bare ass. Now it’s my turn to moan.
“Colton,” she whimpers into my mouth.
“I know, Mel,” I reply. “I’ll take care of it for you right here … this once.”
I pull my hands out of the back of her scrubs and place one of them on her stomach. I kiss her softly, our tongues mixing together as I slide my hand down the front of her underwear. I nearly lose all control of myself when my fingers move into her folds, and I feel how fucking wet she is.
“Mel,” I sigh against her lips, “you’re so damn wet.”
Her hands grip my shoulders even tighter, like she might topple over if she lets go.
“Colton,” she breathes, “it won’t take much. I want you so bad.”
“Fuck,” I growl. “You can’t say things like that to me.”
“I’m just—” she starts but gasps when I move my fingers to her clit. “I’m… being … honest.”
I move my fingers slowly against her clit, wanting to drag out the pleasure.
“Well, your honesty is like dirty talk to me.”
I need to feel her pussy. I bring my fingers back and push them into her. Fuck, she’s tight. And small. Her walls will squeeze my cock. I can feel drops of pre-cum hit my boxer briefs at the thought.
With my fingers moving inside of her, pushing up against her wall, I bring my thumb to her clit and start moving it back and forth. Within seconds, her muscles are clenching my fingers, and she’s gasping my name as she rides the waves of pleasure I’m giving to her.
I wait out every single second of her release before I pull my fingers out.
I rest my forehead against hers as both of our breaths remain erratic. “I’m going to jerk myself off tonight, thinking about how good your pussy feels, coming against my fingers.”
Her jaw falls slack at my words, but I see the hunger in her eyes, looking up at me with interest.
I force myself to step back before I forget where we are—before I forget everything else. My hand stays on her for a second longer than necessary, like letting go is a loss I’m not ready to take.
“This,” I say quietly, “is going to be a problem.”
Her lips curve up slowly. “Probably.”
She straightens her clothes, eyes still lit with something dangerous and warm, and when she turns to leave, she looks back once.
I pull at my neck as the tension in my body mounts.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Fisher,” she says coolly, then walks out of my office, closing the door behind her.
I look down at my cock, which is begging for its freedom from my pants, then let my head fall back as I take a few long, deep breaths. This is going to be a problem. But it’s a problem I have no ability to back away from.
I rush home and scarf down a sub before I fall back on my brown leather couch.
I close my eyes and picture the look on Mel’s face when she came.
My dick hardens at the memory. I’ve never cared to even focus on a woman’s face when she came.
Orgasms were a means to an end. An itch to scratch. A release to ease the tension.
This was different. Every single moan, gasp, and sigh were like kryptonite.
I need to shower. I need a beer. But all I want to do is close my eyes and replay her orgasm over and over again.
Then my phone beeps, and things take a turn.
Melissa: Are you really going to masturbate, thinking about me?
Dammit. What is she doing to me?
Me: Is this a serious question?
She answers immediately.
Melissa: Sorry. It’s that… no one’s ever talked to me like that. No one has ever admitted something so … personal to me.
I can’t control what comes next. I click the button, and my face pops up on the screen while it rings. I rest an arm behind my head as I wait. When her face appears on the screen, my heart actually flutters in my chest.
She’s standing in a towel with wet hair. I’m surprised she answered.
“Hi,” I say.
She smiles and bites her bottom lip. “Hi.”
Silence falls between us.
“You really like to put a girl on the spot … huh?” she adds.
I chuckle. “Are you really asking,” I say slowly, “or are you trying to distract me?”
Her smile is small. Dangerous.
“I think you already know the answer.”
I drag a hand down my face. “You picked a hell of a moment to test that.”
Her eyes flick downward, then back up to the screen. “I wanted to know if you say things like that … or if you actually follow through.”
The challenge hits low in my gut.
“I don’t make empty threats,” I say. “Especially not about you.”
Her breath catches. I hear it through the speaker.
“So, you were really going to …” She trails off.
“Yes.”
The word lands heavy between us.
She shifts again, clearly aware she’s being watched. “And now?”
I lean back against the arm of the couch, adjusting the phone so she can see more of me than before. Not everything. Not yet.
“Now,” I say, “I’m trying to decide if I want you to watch.”
Her lips part. “Were you thinking about me when I texted you?”
“I was,” I reply. “Still am.”
Her voice drops. “What exactly were you thinking about?”
I let my gaze roam her face slowly, deliberately.
“The way you sounded when I touched you. The way you went quiet right before you didn’t.”
Her pupils blow wide. “That’s not fair,” she whispers.
I smile. “You’re the one who called.”
She swallows. “If I hang up right now … would you stop?”
“No.” The answer comes too fast. “But,” I add, “you wouldn’t get to see it.”
That does it.
She inhales sharply. “Then don’t hang up.”
I don’t say anything at first. I just look at her.
Wet hair clings to her shoulders. The towel is secure, but barely. She looks soft like this. Open. Completely unaware of how badly it’s undoing me.
Her brows knit together. “You’re staring.”
“I know,” I say quietly. “I can’t help it.”
The silence stretches. Thick. Charged.
She shifts her weight, and the towel dips enough that my jaw tightens.
“You look … tense,” she says.
“That’s one word for it.”
Her lips curve. She’s nervous but pleased. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I warned you,” I say. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”
Her breath comes faster. She doesn’t bother hiding it.
“This feels dangerous,” she says softly.
“Yes,” I agree, “it does.”
She presses her lips together, then asks, “If I tell you to stop … will you?”
I hold her gaze.
“Yes.”
The relief in her eyes is immediate. So is the spark. “And if I don’t?”
I let a slow smile spread. “Then I don’t either.”
She closes her eyes for a second, like she’s bracing herself. “Colton …”
The way she says my name. Quiet. Wrecked. It nearly breaks me.
“I need you to tell me,” I say carefully, “that you want this.”
Her eyes open. Steady now. Certain.
“I do.”
The distance between us snaps.
“Then don’t look away,” I say. “Stay right here. Stay with me.”
Her gaze locks on to the screen. She doesn’t move.
I start by unbuttoning my shirt all the way until the edges fall to the side and expose my stomach and chest. Her eyes remain glued to the screen as I watch her chest rise and fall.
This feels like the most erotic thing that I’ve ever done, although it shouldn’t.
I don’t know what makes this feel so … different.
Then I work on unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants and boxers down until my cock springs free. I’m holding the phone on my stomach right now so she can’t see all of me yet. I start to stroke myself, and my eyes begin to flutter closed for a moment as I take in the sensations.
“Do you want to see me, or is this enough?” I ask.
“See …” She coughs and clears her throat. “See you. I want to see you.”
I move the phone down to my thigh and have it facing up so she can see my cock but also my face.
She gasps, but I don’t let it stop me. I grip my cock again and give it a good tug.
“You see what you do to me, Mel?” I ask as I move my hand up and down my shaft. “This is all because of how your pretty little pussy felt when it squeezed my fingers.”
She doesn’t say anything, but her face says it all. She’s with me. Her eyes gaping. Her mouth hanging open. Her cheeks red.
I know it won’t take long for me to come, not with her pretty blue eyes watching me like I’m the best movie she’s ever seen.
I move my hand up to my tip and brush my thumb along the top as some cum drips out. I spread it along my tip so it’s glistening.
“Holy shit,” she whispers underneath her breath.
Then I take my hand and grip myself harder this time, pumping faster while she continues to watch.
“Fuck, Mel,” I gasp as my balls begin to tingle. “I’m gonna come.”
“Yes,” she replies. “Please. Yes.”
Her eager response is my undoing. I continue to pump my cock as spurts of cum fall down on my hand and drip down my dick.
I close my eyes and let the relief take over. My chest is heavy as I try to catch my breath. When I open my eyes, Mel is still staring directly at my cum-covered hand and cock like she’s hypnotized. She looks up at the screen, and our eyes meet.
“Wow,” she says on an exhale.
“Yeah,” I reply. “Wow.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I think I need another shower.”
I can’t help myself; I laugh loudly. Louder than I have in a long time. “I need one more.”
After we hang up, I go straight to the bathroom and clean myself up. I’m starting to think this taking-it-slow thing is out the window after today. And I don’t think I’m sorry about it.