Chapter 17: Dr. Grant: Chapter 17

I run a hand through my hair, frustrated. All I’ve been able to think about lately is Amara. It’s almost like Mr. Astor has some sort of sixth sense, because he’s kept me so busy that I haven’t had a chance to see her since the ball.

I’ve been working myself to the bone. Mr. Astor wasn’t joking when he told me he’d help me with my career. In the last two weeks, I’ve had lunch with him twice, and he’s introduced me to countless people that I’d otherwise never have access to. He seems to be actively working on acquiring existing medical practices to add to his investment portfolio, and he wants me to run them. It’s an insane chance, and I’d be crazy to pass it up.

“Sending in your next patient.”

I glance at the phone on my desk, having developed a love-hate relationship with the intercom feature. I love my job, but man, I’m tired.

The door opens, and I freeze in my seat when Amara walks in. I haven’t seen her since the ball, and it’s been for the best. I’m putting my future at risk by getting involved with her, yet when she’s standing in front of me, I can’t resist her.

I rise from my seat, surprised to see her in my office. I texted her to let her know Gray would meet with her, but I’ve barely spoken to her since. Gray couldn’t commit to anything until his current projects wrap up, and I hope Amara will be able to wait. The thought of her turning to Gregory terrifies me. It isn’t something I should be thinking about at all if I value my career prospects… but I can’t keep her off my mind.

“Amara.”

She nods as she closes the door behind her. “Hi, Dr. Grant.”

“What brings you here today,” I ask, trying my hardest to act professional, when all I can think about is how beautiful she looks in that red flowing summer dress. The way it highlights her breasts, that tiny waist… fuck. Her long red hair flows to her waist, and I can’t tear my eyes away. My eyes drop to her lips, memories flooding me. The way her lips felt against mine, the way she sighed, the way she fit into my arms so perfectly.

She holds up a bag and smiles at me. “I came to return your jacket. I’m sorry it took me so long.” She puts the bag down next to my desk and hesitates before she sits down opposite me. “But I also… well, do you remember when you told me not to test my prototypes without medical supervision?”

I swallow hard and nod. The mere memory of her coming on my hand has my cock hardening. Fucking hell.

“So… I developed something new in anticipation of meeting Grayson Callahan. I wanted to have a full set of toys to show him.”

She grabs her bag and takes out something that can only really be described as a contraption. It looks a bit like a dildo, but there’s a piece sticking out at the front. Interesting.

She glances at me, her cheeks bright red. “Will you help me test it?”

I pull on my tie, suddenly feeling hot. “And how would I assist you, exactly?”

She grins at me, a hint of nervousness in her eyes. “I… well, I’d just test it and you’d just sit here and make sure you can intervene if anything goes wrong. Maybe time orgasms. I’d pay you for your time as though it’s a regular consultation, of course.”

My cock is so fucking hard that it hurts. She wants me to sit here and watch her get off? Amara looks away and bites down on her lip before shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she says, grabbing her toy. “This is a terrible idea. I shouldn’t be doing this. I saw the way my grandfather introduced you to his business partners, and I know what’s at stake for you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn’t really thinking at all. I should ask someone else for help.”

Someone else? A vision of her with Gregory comes to mind, and I rise from my seat, barely able to restrain my sudden anger. Amara pauses halfway to the door and turns to look at me, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and hope.

“Sit,” I tell her, tipping my head toward the patient bed in my office. She looks down at the floor as she walks toward it, and I lock my office door. I need to stay away from her. My future depends on it. But I’ll be damned if I let her walk out now. She’s not testing any of these toys of hers with anyone but me. Over my dead body.

“I told you I’d help you, didn’t I? I’d never turn a patient away, Amara.”

She nods, biting down on her lip as she walks over to the bed in the sectioned-off corner. Her hands tremble as she sticks her dildo device to the leather bed using the suction grip she built into it. What the fuck is this thing? Looks like it’s meant to be ridden.

I walk up to her and study it curiously. “So, what would you like me to do? How can I help?”

Amara trembles, as though her nerves are getting the best of her, and I raise my hand to her face gently. “Hey,” I murmur, pushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

She gulps and looks into my eyes, nodding slowly. “Yes, okay,” she whispers. “Okay, so if I was alone, I’d just put on some lube and insert it, but I’m too nervous to even function. I’m not sure…”

My cock fucking jerks at those words. “All right,” I tell her. “I’ll help you. Just sit back.”

She reaches into her handbag and pulls out the biggest bottle of lube I’ve ever seen. I frown involuntarily, trying my hardest to push away thoughts of her with other men. She’s so into these toys of hers that it’s likely she leads a far more active sex life than I do, and the thought of her in anyone else’s arms sends a burst of pure violence through me.

Amara sits back as I unscrew the bottle of lube, suddenly feeling angry at myself. She’s here because I’m someone she trusts. Because she’s conducting an experiment. I’m betraying her trust with the thoughts I’m having, and I need to get myself in check.

My heart rate fucking skyrockets when she pulls her red dress up her thighs, until it settles above her hips, exposing her bare, smooth pussy. No underwear again. I’m starting to think she doesn’t wear any at all.

I swallow hard as I squirt some of the gel onto my fingers and lean into her, my cock jerking when the tips of my fingers come into touch with her pussy. Amara gasps, her eyes finding mine.

“It’s cold,” she whispers, and I bite down on my lip, spreading out the gel and getting a feel of her pussy. I slip a finger into her, enjoying the feel of her. Her breathing turns shallow as I finger fuck her like that under the guise of lubricating her.

“I forgot to wear gloves,” I tell her, not a single part of me truly feeling guilty. Nah. I’ve wanted to feel her pussy without any barriers ever since she first came on my hand.

“It’s okay,” she says, her voice husky. I slip another finger into her, and her eyes fall closed. She lifts her hips and pushes against my hand harder, and I bite back a smile as I pull my hand away, eliciting a whimper from her.

“I think you’re ready.”

She nods, her lips parted and her eyes on mine. She’s so fucking sexy, and I fucking wish she was riding my dick instead of this damn plastic toy.

Amara rises to her knees and grabs the ends of her dress, pulling it up so she can see. I watch as she lowers her pussy onto her toy, gasping when the tip slips into her. If she’s gasping like this on that toy, she’s going to be in pain sliding onto my cock.

Amara lowers herself fully and breathes in deeply, trying to steady herself. I watch her in fascination as she clicks on one of the buttons, turning it on. Amara shimmies back and forth, a frown on her face, as though she isn’t comfortable. She reaches in front of her, and her dress escapes her grip, frustrating her further.

I grab it and lift it up for her, my cock straining against my suit trousers. “It might be easier to take this off,” I say, my voice husky.

She nods and raises her arms, and I pull her dress over her head, exposing her body. Fucking hell. She’s wearing a bright red lace bra that contrasts against her skin beautifully. Those tits… perfection.

I place her dress next to her, trying my best to control my desire. I want her flat on her back, my cock sinking deep inside her. Instead, I’m standing here, watching her fuck a plastic toy.

“The clit stimulator isn’t working,” she says, frustrated. I lean in and fiddle with it, pushing it toward her until she finally gasps in delight.

“It needs an adjustor, a hinge of some sort, so it can be adapted to different bodies,” I tell her.

She nods and reaches for me, her hands resting on my shoulders. “I knew asking you for help would be a great idea.”

She keeps her hands pressed against my chest, her eyes on mine as her body gently sways, and I could fucking come like this. This woman… she’ll be the death of me.

“How does that feel?”

She nods. “Good. I don’t think it’ll require much more work, but I was going after triple stimulation and I’m not really getting it. The clit part is definitely failing, but I’m also not really getting the G-spot friction I was after. The part that works well is the thrusting.”

I grit my teeth, oddly jealous of this damn thing that’s pushing up and down inside her. “I bet it isn’t as good as my cock would be,” I say, without thinking. I regret my words instantly. I’m trying so hard to be professional with her, but I keep losing my composure around her.

Amara’s cheeks redden and her eyes widen as I cup her cheek, my thumb tracing over the edge of her lips. I want to kiss her. I want her lips on mine.

Amara squirms, clearly wanting to come, but her invention is letting her down. I reach for her and push aside the front part of her toy, replacing it with my thumb.

She moans when I swirl my thumb over her clit, teasing her, slowly increasing the pace. I take my time with her, building her up, then pulling away, doing to her what she’s doing to me — keeping her on the edge.

“Dr. Grant,” she whimpers, and I smirk as I thread my hand through her hair.

I pull her closer, my lips hovering over hers. “What did I tell you to call me?”

“Noah,” she moans, and the way my name sounds on her lips, fuck me. She’s my every fantasy come to life. Those lips of hers. I want them wrapped around my cock.

“Good girl,” I whisper. I smile and kiss the edge of her lips, teasing her. Amara tilts her head, her lips brushing against mine. My eyes fall closed as I give in, kissing her the way I’ve been wanting to from the moment she walked into my office.

She moans and opens up for me, deepening the kiss. The way she moves against me, practically riding my hand as she fucks my mouth with that tongue of hers… fucking insane. I increase the pressure on her clit and get her close, only to pull away seconds before she comes, my lips lingering on hers.

She pulls away to look at me, her lips swollen and parted, her expression silently begging for more, and I give it to her. I increase the pace and watch her come on my hand again, enjoying it far more than I did last time. The way she moans… fuck. I think I could come just at the sound of her. I watch her as wave after wave rocks her body, until she finally smiles relaxedly, her gaze filled with an expression I can’t even name. Ecstasy, perhaps.

She turns her little toy off, reality catching up on her. I smile as I lift my fingers to my face, licking them slowly, getting a taste of her. She moans when my lips close around my fingers, and I smirk.

“Delicious,” I whisper.

Amara is breathing hard, and her eyes drop to my trousers. She startles me when she reaches for me and places her hand over my cock. Her eyes widen and she looks up at me. “You’re big,” she whispers. “How big are you exactly?”

I frown. “Um, in inches?”

She nods, and I can’t help but grin. “I have no idea. Can’t say I’ve ever taken a ruler to my cock, Amara.”

She nods and lets go of me as she lifts herself off her toy. It’s coated in her wetness, and I grin as she takes a napkin out of her bag to wipe it clean. She came prepared, huh?

“I’ll have to thank you somehow,” she says. “I have something in mind for you. You know how I like suction? I’ll make you something.”

“Hmm… suction? Sounds like you’re trying to rope me into being a test subject, Amara.”

She blushes and shrugs unapologetically. “Fine. That’s true. You’ll help me, won’t you?”

My eyes drop to her lips. “Depends. If you’re going to attach some weird thing to my cock, are you going to give me real lips to compare the feeling to?”

Amara’s eyes darken with desire, and I know I’m taking this too far, but I can’t help myself. I can’t resist. She licks her lips, and my eyes follow her every move. She’s beautiful. Fucking hell. I could come to the mere thought of her wrapping those lips of hers around my dick.

“Maybe,” she says, hopping off the bed. “If you’re lucky.”

She grabs her dress and pulls it over her head in a rush. Within seconds she’s standing by the door, looking back at me with rosy cheeks, a satisfied look in her eyes.

“Thank you, Dr. Grant… Noah.”

And then she’s gone, leaving me standing here with the bluest fucking balls ever.