Dr. Grant (Off-Limits)

by Catharina Maura

  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 dic
k.

  “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.

  Chapter 18

  Noah

  I’m nervous as I stare up at the Astor mansion. Mr. Astor invited me for dinner, and it all just feels weird to me. So far I’ve mentally been able to keep Amara and her grandfather separate, but tonight two different parts of my life will collide, whether I like it or not.

  Things between her and me have been strange. We’re both trying to stay away from each other despite the undeniable attraction, an unspoken agreement in place. I know that’s what is best for both of us, yet I live for the times she gives in to temptation, the times she’ll find an excuse to see me. Her visit to my office is still fresh on my mind, and it won’t be easy to have her next to me and smile at her grandfather innocently, when I just know having my hands on her is all I’m going to be thinking about.

  So far, I’ve had lunch with Mr. Astor a handful of times, but he’s never once invited me to his home. Not until today. I don’t know what to expect. I can’t read that man at all. He’s taking all the steps that are required to build the medical empire he has in mind and he truly seems to be putting me in charge of it, but it all seems calculated somehow. Something about him makes me feel uncomfortable… but maybe it’s just the fact that I keep touching his granddaughter in ways he’d deem unforgivable.

  I brace myself before I walk in, not even remotely surprised when I’m greeted by a butler. The way the Astors live… it’s surreal. This is the world Amara lives in. The world she grew up in.

  I follow the butler to the dining room, and my heart skips a beat when I hear laughter that I recognize. Amara. As expected, she’s here. I should’ve texted her to let her know I’d be there tonight, but it seemed weird somehow. She and I text occasionally, but it’s usually about her toys and her meeting with Grayson. We rarely discuss her grandfather. Part of me wants to keep my relationship with her separate from the business relationship I’m developing with Mr. Astor. I know it’s impossible, but I’m delaying the inevitable.

  The doors open, and I tense when I find the source of Amara’s laughter staring down at her with adoration filling his eyes. Gregory. The same guy that offered to invest in her. Her ex. I stare at the two of them, and she looks up at me, her eyes widening in disbelief when they land on me.

  “Dr. Grant,” she says politely, hiding her shock. I’m only barely able to suppress the disappointment and anger I feel, seeing her standing here with him. I guess waiting to meet with Grayson was taking too long. I have no right to the disappointment I’m feeling, but that sure as shit isn’t stopping me.

  I tear my eyes away from her and school my features when Mr. Astor walks up to me, two women behind him. I smile politely and shake his hand.

  “Noah,” he says, turning. “I understand you’ve already met my daughter, Charlotte. Someday, I’ll introduce you to my son too. He lives in England, but I believe he’s visiting with his son this Christmas. You would get on great with my grandson.”

  I smile at the thought of that. It’s strange, because the Astors intimidate me, but at the same time they make me feel so welcome amongst them.

  “Noah,” Charlotte says, taking my hand in hers. “It’s so good to see you again. I’m sorry I missed you at the ball. I kept meaning to come say hi, but before I realized it, the night was over. You looked great in the tux. It fit just the way I expected it to.”

  “Thank you again for that, Ms. Astor,” I say, feeling just a little awkward.

  “I’m sure my father has already told you this, but we consider you family, so please do just call me Char.”

  I nod, even though the thought of that makes me cringe inwardly. These aren’t people I should get comfortable with at all.

  “Please, allow me to introduce Kim Jones.”

  The woman standing behind Ms. Astor straightens and offers me her hand. “We’ve met before, at the charity ball.”

  I nod, recognition hitting me. She’s a famous cardiovascular surgeon that’s equally renowned for her beauty. What is she doing here tonight?

  “Come, kids. Let’s eat. I’m starving,” Mr. Astor says, leading his daughter to the table. We follow him, and it soon becomes apparent that I’m being set up with Kim, while Amara is with Gregory.

  I grit my teeth as we sit down, and Mr. Astor clears his throat. “Noah, this is Gregory. His family is in oil, and Amara and he have been dating for years now.”

  Years, huh? So they’ve got history. I guess she took him up on that offer to take her out on a date. I wonder if he knows that I made his girlfriend moan my name last week.

  “Greg, this is Noah. He’s going to be managing the medical arm of the Astor portfolio.”

  He nods at me and wraps his arm around the back of Amara’s chair, a smug smile on his face. I glance at her, but her eyes are on her plate.

  The devastation I feel is debilitating and I swallow hard. I shouldn’t give a fuck about what she does, who she’s seeing, but I fucking hate this. I hate that I never stood a chance, that I never will. Not that it matters. Maybe this was all a game to her, or maybe she truly sees me as nothing but a doctor.

  Gregory leans into her and whispers into her ear, making her smile, and my heart fucking tightens. I tear my gaze away and turn to Kim instead, trying my best to focus on her.

  “It’s great to see you again,” I tell her, and her eyes light up.

  She pushes her long dark hair behind her ear and smiles at me. “I didn’t think you’d remember me. We only spoke to each other briefly.”

  I nod and return her smile. “You’re hard to forget.” She’s the youngest surgeon I know. Hell, she’s the same age as I am. From what I gathered, she graduated early and then breezed through med school. Kim is nothing short of amazing, and she’s exactly the kind of person I need to get acquainted with. She’s going places. Whereas I… I’m tempted to settle for the bare minimum. Part of me fears reaching for greatness, but seeing Kim achieve it with such grace inspires me.

  Mr. Astor clears his throat and smiles at the two of us. “You two are well-matched,” he says. “Why don’t you take Kim out for dinner, Noah? You should get to know each other better. You’re in the same field, after all.”

  I bite back a smile at his lack of subtleness, and Kim grins, equally amused. I’m about to agree when I look up and find Amara staring at me, her eyes blazing with what looks a lot like anger.

  Chapter 19

  Amara

  She’s hard to forget? Is that what he just said? When did he even meet Kim? I grit my teeth and watch the two of them interact. Grandpa is blatantly setting them up, and what my grandfather wants, he gets.

  My heart twists painfully when Dr. Grant smiles at her. She’s beautiful, with her caramel skin tone and her thick dark hair. He looks mesmerized, and it kills me. Jealousy claws at me, and I resist the urge to draw his attention away from Kim.

  I tense when Grandpa suggests that the two of them go out for dinner. The idea of Kim having a part of him I’ll never have… I hate it.

  “Dinner sounds lovely,” I say without thinking. “Let’s make it a double date.”

  Gregory sits up, his gaze burning, but my eyes are on Noah. His expression is unreadable, and for a second I think he’ll dismiss my idea. But then he glances at Gregory, and something flickers through his eyes.

  “A double date, huh?” he says, his words slow, drawn out. He looks into my eyes as he nods. “Sounds… lovely.”

  I inhale shakily, relief and anger clashing within me. I’m annoyed he wants to go on a date with Kim at all, yet relieved he won’t be alone with her. The idea of that sickens me. Him having her in his arms, smiling at her… N
o.

  Kim grins, oblivious. She places her hand on Noah’s arm, her touch lingering as though she’s admiring the muscles underneath her touch, and I grit my teeth. “Oh, why don’t we visit my family’s vineyard?” she asks, her fingertips trailing over Noah’s arm.

  He turns to look at her, an intimate smile on his face. “Your family owns a vineyard? I’ve never been to one, so I’d love to go.”

  Gregory wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into him, his lips grazing over my ear. “A double date, huh? We haven’t done that in years.”

  I nod and force a smile onto my face. The last thing I want to do is give Greg any ideas, but it’s too late now. Grandpa ambushed me by inviting him over tonight without even informing me, and I just made things so much worse by mentioning a double date. Grandpa is acting like I never asked him to stop standing in my way, like I didn’t tell him I’d never marry Gregory. I should’ve known my words would fall on deaf ears.

  I won’t be able to get myself out of this situation… but I don’t want to. I’d rather suffer through a day with Gregory than leave Noah alone with Kim.

  “I haven’t been to your family’s vineyard in years,” Greg tells Kim, and I breathe a sigh of relief when she drags her eyes away from Noah’s, breaking whatever spell she had him under.

  “Yeah, when was the last time we hung out?” she asks, eying the two of us. “It’s been a few years, hasn’t it?”

  Gregory smiles and presses a kiss to my shoulder the way he used to back when we were dating. “I have some fond memories of that vineyard. It’d be good to revisit those.”

  My cheeks heat in mortification and Noah tenses. He locks his jaw and looks away, as though Gregory is getting on his nerves. Maybe he isn’t as unaffected as he pretends to be. Maybe this thing I’m feeling… is mutual.

  “Excuse me,” he says, rising from his seat.

  I jump out of mine too. “Oh, I’ll show you the way to the bathroom,” I tell him. “I need to grab my phone from my room, anyway.”