8. Chapter 8
“So,” Justin’s voice scared the shit out of me.
He wasn’t at the front of the reception desk, but behind me leaning against the wall like a satisfied feline, all smooth muscle and languid grace.
He’d ditched the lab coat, giving me a front row seat to the tailored genius of his clothing.
They had to be custom made. No one’s clothes fit like that.
“Katie Malone has a heart after all.” His smirk told me he’d caught me ogling him.
Heat burned my cheeks, not only for being caught, but because his words were true.
“Please tell me you told that piece of shit mother to go screw herself.”
He sighed and pushed off the wall to take the open chair next to me. “Katie, unfortunately that’s part of the business. Not all of it is glamourous.”
“That’s bullshit! She doesn’t want that stupid fucking nose. Her mom wants to ruin the perfectly good daughter she has by turning her into some damn clone. Do you know how that makes you feel? Never being enough? Being overlooked, when you’re right there.”
Justin’s intelligent eyes told me my slip hadn’t gone unnoticed. “I see you, Katie." His hand landed on my shoulder and squeezed.
An innocent gesture that my twisted mind turned into an erotic sensation. The heat of his palm shot straight to my belly, tugging between my legs and making my nipples perk.
The weight of Justin’s gaze didn’t help. I could feel him staring at my breasts, his jaw tightening along with his fingers.
I needed to distract myself and fast. “Isn’t there a way to stop her?”
Justin shook his head. “If Winny signs the consent form, then it’s a done deal.”
“Her mom is making her sign it. You know that, right?” I hated this helpless feeling inside me, the despondence of Winny’s face as she’d accepted her fate.
Justin’s thumb brushed soothing strokes against my shoulder, setting off a chain reaction within me.
“I do. It’s part of the job Katie. Why do you think I want this clinic so damn bad?
” His fingers tightened around my shoulder as his eyes went distant.
“You think I like watching girls like Winny going through this? If I knew what I knew now back when I was in school, I would’ve never listened to my father and taken over.
I wanted to help people, but that’s not what people come here for, it’s not what I thought I could make it be. ”
His words unveiled another layer of Justin Kingston—a man that had a dream to help those who wouldn’t help themselves. He was an admirable man.
“You can still help people,” I found myself saying.
“Oh yeah?” his brow lifted. “I thought I was a villain? You hate me.”
I wished I could. But I didn’t. Quite the opposite in fact, and it rattled me.
As if he could read my thoughts, a slow grin slipped across his face. “So how far from the villain camp have I traveled?”
I huffed a laugh. “Don’t push your luck. You’re tolerable.” It was total bullshit.
“I can live with tolerable,” his thumb was back to stroking small circles against the fabric of my blouse, but it might as well have been against my bare skin for how I reacted to it.
My throat grew dry and the air between us seemed to shrink.
I was keenly aware of his body so close to mine, the scent of chlorine teasing me.
“What are you doing?” my voice came out soft as a whisper.
The feral look in his eyes had my heart tripping over itself. I’d never had that kind of attention from a man before—a single minded focus made me think he wanted to do nothing more than devour me.
“Being tolerable.” The tension in his body was palpable, as if he were holding himself back.
I swallowed thickly. “Tolerable is good.”
His hand left my shoulder to trail down the front of my arm, achingly slow. “Yeah?” his voice had turned to gravel, the edges of his fingers grazing the outside of my breast.
I gasped. The sound echoing in the empty space.
Anyone could walk in on us right now and it only added to the adrenaline pumping through my body, fueling my excitement higher.
His fingers grew bolder, reaching out to flick over my nipple.
I bit my lip to keep from moaning, moisture flooding my sex.
He electrified me with one simple touch. It wasn’t fair. I could only imagine what he’d do to me skin on skin.
“T-this is wrong,” the words barely made it past my lips as he took my hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth.
“You don’t think I know that?” he growled, sounding angry. “You make me lose my fucking mind, Katie.” As if to punish me for that fact, he pinched my nipple harder and my mouth dropped open in a silent scream. “Open your eyes,” he commanded.
My head snapped up, two glowing blue flames watching my every move.
“Tell me to stop,” he grit between clenched teeth. He had my whole breast in his hand now, palming it as if testing the weight and feel.
I knew I would kick myself later for my lapse in judgement, but at the moment I didn’t care. “Don’t stop.”
“Fuck.” His other hand reached for my other breast, giving it the same treatment.
“How do they compare?”
“What?” his gaze snapped back to mine.
I tried to nod to my chest. “Don’t you prefer the ones you give to women?”
He scoffed, thumbs brushing over my sensitive peaks again and again. “Your tits are perfection Katie. Fucking perfect. I want nothing more than to suckle them and then drive my cock between them.”
Oh shit.
I squirmed in my seat.
“Does that get you hot, sweetie?” He pinched my nipples, hard.
“Y-yes, Daddy.” The word slipped out. I didn’t know why it gave me a thrill, but it did. Something about his hands on me turned my brain to mush. It was illogical and wrong, but it felt so right.
His nostrils flared as if he could scent my arousal. “Touch yourself for me.”
“What?”
“Show me how you touch yourself, right now.”
Oh my god. I’d never had a man ask me to do that, much less command me to. But as I’ve noticed before, Justin wasn’t the usual boys I dated. He was a man—demanding, hard, sexy.
My hand trembled when I lifted it to the juncture of my thighs.
Justin took in every movement with greedy eyes.
I couldn’t believe I was going to do this, but I was so turned on it physically hurt. I drew the line at putting my hands down my pants and instead settled on touching myself through the fabric.
The first push on my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through me so strong I nearly came.
The low growl emanating from Justin turned my blood to fire and I circled my clit, rubbing fast circles until my whole body drew tight.
His hands continued to work my breasts, pulling and tugging at precisely the right time, like he knew exactly what I needed. I would’ve worried about that if I wasn’t consumed with my orgasm.
My head dropped back as stars exploded behind my eyes.
The bang of a door jolted me out of my post climax stupor.
Justin’s hands disappeared from my breasts, but not before he leaned into me and inhaled deeply.
I flushed.
What have I done?
I quickly scanned the ceiling for cameras.
“Don’t worry, my precious girl, the only evidence of that beautiful display is up here,” he tapped his temple.
“Dr. Kingston?” Midge rounded the corner right as Justin pushed away from me to stand.
“Good work today, Katie,” he brushed past a confused Midge, whose gaze volleyed between myself and Justin’s retreating form.
I swiveled back to my computer monitor, embarrassment burning my gut. I was sopping wet between my legs and probably red as a tomato.
When I couldn’t take Midge’s inquisitive stares anymore, I excused myself to the bathroom to go clean up between my legs.
“What are you so excited about?” Zoe put her head in her hand as I shoved my books into my backpack. “It’s Monday. You’re too damn perky for a Monday.”
“I’m not perky. I don’t want to be late. I’m rushing.”
“Right,” Zoe smiled cheekily. “So you always smile when you’re in a rush and have zero percent change of being late because your shift at a certain clinic with a hot boss doesn’t start for another hour and a half?”
I shot her a look and slowed my movements. “So I’m enjoying it a little bit. Sue me.”
I was enjoying it more than a little bit, and it wasn’t even about the work.
I was torn between telling Zoe what had transpired between me and Justin last week. A dark part of me wanted to keep it a dirty secret.
It’d been the hottest moment of my adult life, and we hadn’t even been naked.
Hell, he hadn’t even been the one to touch me.
He’d made me do it. And fuck if that didn’t get me hot and bothered just thinking about it.
I could remember all too clearly his eyes on me, how he’d looked like he wanted to consume every inch of me.
His attention had been intoxicating. Like everything about Justin.
I was being pulled into his orbit and had no idea how to break free. Or if I even wanted to.
Part of me wanted to travel down this black hole and see where it took me. Would I come out the other end of the quarter with the best memories of my life?
Or would I be in complete ruin?
And most importantly, was it worth the risk?