The Professional Lover II (18+) | [Complete]

14 : Tasting It

A/N: Smut.

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I'm still a little nervous when it comes to the Daniel situation. It's an awesome deal, but I have too many trust issues to think there won't be a catch. 

I plan to make it work for at least four months. That will give me enough to get ahead of my school loans while also paying for mom's treatments. Anything past that would be money in my pocket, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. He was way too hot and gave it to me way too good for this to last very long. 

When I walk off the elevator, I find the front door cracked open. Timidly, I push it open the rest of the way and let myself in. I kick off my shoes to place them in my assigned nook. "Daniel?" I call, but there is no answer.

When I go into the main room, I see him standing outside on the balcony. I walk over the fluffy rug and stand in the opened folding glass wall, just watching him for a moment. He stands against the railing looking toward the city. He's barefoot, still dressed in tan scrubs that hang from his amazing frame. A plume of smoke rises from above head.

"Daniel."

He turns to face me. "There you are," he says in a quiet voice. He stares at me with those blue eyes. Behind them, I pretend to see a smile.

"You're a surgeon that smokes?" I ask, still feeling playful from my time with Deven. "Didn't your general say that's bad for you?"

He growls under his breath. "It's a dirty habit." He takes what looks like a final drag. Something about him seems older. Tired.

I walk closer, leaning onto the tall balcony beside him. "Bad day?"

He exhales the smoke away from my direction. As he stamps out the rest against the balcony railing, he murmurs, "I lost a patient."

Shit. "I'm so sorry."

He hums some sort of response, though I'm not sure what it means. Slowly, he pulls me closer and moves to stand behind me. When he brushes my hair over my shoulder, I shiver with anticipation. 

He presses me against him, running his hands over my hips, stomach, and breasts. He kisses my neck and my body comes alive in an almost painful rush. I grind my ass against him, feeling his growing erection move in response. Neither of us says another word.

The shortness between us never seems awkward or in the place of greater conversation. Instead, it feels like a sigh after a long day; a relaxing exhale from all the duties and expectations that come with human existence. Between us, it's either silence or sex.

I fucking love it.

His hands reach down and unfasten the fly of my shorts. As he tugs the material apart, my pussy throbs with excitement. He slides one hand up under my shirt to cup my breast, the other slides slowly into my panties.