Chapter 20: Dr. Grant: Chapter 20

I should be looking forward to today since I’ve never been to a vineyard before, but I’m dreading it. I’m not looking forward to seeing Amara with Gregory. Knowing that he’s her date… I can’t fucking stand it, but I have no choice.

It’s important that I build relationships that can advance my career. Mr. Astor is offering me the opportunity of a lifetime, and I’d be crazy to walk away from that, yet I can’t shake the dread I feel.

My phone buzzes and I glance at it in surprise when Amara’s name pops up. I feel bad for wishing that she’s texting because she’s canceling, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to see her with him.

Amara: do you think you could pick me up?

I stare at my phone in surprise. I assumed she’d get to the vineyard with Gregory, and I smile as I text her back.

Noah: Sure. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

I’m grinning as I walk to my car, and I’m still grinning by the time I pull up in front of her house. Just the thought of getting to have her to myself for the two hours that it takes to drive there makes me smile. I bet she somehow knew that Kim is spending the weekend there — that’s she’s already there, and I’d be making my way there alone. I keep telling myself that I’ll stay away from her, yet I can’t resist stealing these moments with her.

I step out of the car when Amara walks out of the house, and I open the car door for her. She smiles up at me, her eyes twinkling, and my heart starts to race. I’m smiling like a fool as I walk back around the car. I should probably be worried about Mr. Astor hearing about me picking her up, but all I can think about is Amara.

I glance at her as I get behind the wheel, my smile falling when I take a good look at her. She’s in another one of those flowing dresses of hers, a white one this time. The way the top of it hugs her breasts makes it almost impossible to look away. “You look beautiful,” I murmur, wondering if she dressed up for Gregory. He’s the one that gets to call her his today. She’s his date.

Amara’s eyes roam over my arms, taking in the black t-shirt I’m wearing. “So do you. You look good, I mean. It’s rare to see you looking so casual. It’s a good look on you.”

She looks as dismayed as I do and the atmosphere is tense between us, the silence heavy. Amara fiddles with the radio for a good twenty minutes, her hand trembling just slightly each time she changes the channel.

“What’s wrong? You seem… I don’t know. Nervous?”

She looks up at me, her cheeks blazing. “Could you pull up over there?”

I frown and do as she asks, parking on the side of an empty road. We’ve only been driving for half an hour, but it already feels like we’re somewhere else entirely.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her again, turning to face her.

Amara looks into my eyes, and that expression of hers… she drives me insane without even touching me.

“There’s something I wanted to try today. Something I wanted your help with.”

My heart hammers in my chest, and I run a hand through my hair. “Another toy?”

She nods. “I thought today would be the perfect time to test something new. I’ve been working on this for a while now. It’s not that original, this one, but it’s fun and I think it’s a must-have for my collection. I want to know how unobtrusive it is, how it’ll feel, how long I can wear it comfortably.”

I look away, feeling conflicted. “No.”

“No?” she repeats, confused. “I thought you said you wanted me to do this under medical supervision. I… I don’t understand. Was I wrong?”

I turn back to face her and shake my head. “You’re not wrong. I told you I’d help you, and I meant it. But not today.”

Something flashes through her eyes, and it hits me straight in the chest. She wraps her arms around herself and looks out the window. “Oh, okay. I get it,” she murmurs. “It’s fine. Today is not a working day for you, after all. Besides, I doubt you want to feel like you’ll need to keep an eye on me when it’s Kim you want to be focusing on.”

“I don’t think you do,” I tell her against better judgment. “I don’t think you get it.”

Her eyes meet mine, and the pain I see in them guts me. This thing between us… it’s bigger than either of us wants it to be, yet neither of us can fight it.

“I’ll be damned if I have you turned on all fucking day, when you’ll be with your damn ex. When you’re coming, when that pussy of yours is squeezing whatever crazy fucking toy you’ve invented, I want you to be with me. I want your thoughts filled only with me. No one else.”

Amara looks at me, her skin flushed, her lips slightly parted. Fucking hell. I wish I could grab her hair and yank her toward me. I want those full lips of hers against mine. I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman more than I do right now. It’s so fucked up that it’s her I want when I’m on my way to a date with another woman.

Amara smiles shyly and looks down. She looks flustered, and I like that look on her. I watch her as she bends forward, taking something out of her bag. She grabs my hand and places a small remote control in it. It’s no bigger than a credit card, but thicker.

“The toy?” she whispers. “It comes with a remote control. You’d be in charge all day. My every orgasm would be yours. I’d be at your mercy, unable to think of anything but you.” She swallows hard and closes my fingers around the device. “And while you’re toying with me like that… you won’t be able to think of anything else either. When you know how wet I am for you, how badly I want to come for you… you won’t be able to focus on anyone but me.”

I lean in and cup her cheek, my thumb tracing over her bottom lip. “You’ll be mine all day, even if you aren’t on my arm. Your pussy will be mine.”

She nods, her breathing irregular. I wonder if she’s been as jealous as I’ve been, thinking about today. Does she just want to test a toy, or does she want to keep me spellbound?

“Show me.”

Her little sigh of relief gives her away. She’s worried about Kim. Clever little fox. She’s calling me on my promise to provide her with medical supervision, but in doing so, she’s also making sure Kim will never stand a chance.

Amara pulls out a toy and holds it up for me. It’s similar to her last design, but bigger. I smile to myself, thinking about the multiple times I’ll be able to make her come with this.

“Fine.”

She grins at me as I hold up her toy, inspecting it. It looks far more robust than her previous ones. The rubber is thick, and it’s sealed properly. There shouldn’t be any safety concerns, but then she probably knows that.

I turn to look at her, taking in the rapid rising and falling of her chest, her parted lips and those flushed cheeks. “Tell me. Are you already wet?” Amara’s eyes widen ever so slightly, and I smirk when she nods hesitantly. “Of course you are,” I whisper, leaning in.

I trail my hand down her dress until I’ve got the edge of it between my fingers. A soft gasp escapes her lips when I slip my hand underneath the fabric, taking my time moving my fingers up. The way she looks at me… fuck.

“Part those thighs for me, baby.”

She obeys, and my eyes fall closed when the tips of my fingers reach her pussy. Soaking wet, as expected — and no underwear, again. I push two fingers into her, making her moan. “Just making sure you’re wet enough for insertion,” I tell her. “All part of the medical supervision I’m providing you with.”

She nods. “Of course, Dr. Grant.”

My cock fucking jerks at those words. When she calls me Doctor, it’s different. That voice of hers, her tone. Fuck.

“Yeah, I think you’re ready.” I pull my fingers away reluctantly and grab her toy, wishing it was my cock slipping into her, and not this fucking thing.

Amara gasps when it’s in place, and I smirk. “Are you sure this’ll stay in place without underwear?” I ask, a little concerned. “I’m all about playing with you, Amara… but I don’t want this slipping out of you in public.”

She nods, a sweet smile on her face. “Don’t worry, Noah. I’ve pre-tested this. It won’t slip out, I promise.”

I grin and look away. She doesn’t even realize she’s giving herself away, does she? Pre-tested it… then what does she need me for?

I grab the remote and click a few of the buttons as she explains to me what each of them does. Every gasp that escapes her lips thrills me, and I’m suddenly looking forward to today. Even as she smiles at Gregory, it’ll be me that’s in control of her pleasure.