We're back to where we began.
I can't believe it. After everything that's happened between us —Max touching me like that under the blanket in my our living room last night, kissing me in his office, licking between my legs until I forget my own name — after all that, the doctor is still holding back.
He's rigid, shoulders tense and jaw hard, tendons standing out in his throat as he fights for control. The head of his c**k throbs where it presses inside me.
And I know why he's fighting this. Dr Storm—Max—is a good man, all the way to his core. If you cut him open, you'd find nothing but hero, all the way through. He knows this is my first time, and he wants me to be sure; wants to be gentle.
Well, I am sure. And to hell with gentle.
I want the respectable doctor to come undone. I want
