Chapter 69
Third Person POV
“Monday Morning”
“Goddess, Clint just get on it already. I’ve clients to meet by eight…” Dr. Sandra snaps at the man teasing her womanhood with his fageTS.
Clint is the guy working as her spy on Rose. The man is a pervert. Though he has a mate, he doesn’t mind taking women when the opportunity calls.
The opportunity presented itself when Dr. Sandra hired him to do the job of looking into someone’s
life.
Though Dr. Sandra doesn’t mind her little affairs with Clint. It helps her relieve her tension. Since she rejected her mate for alpha Ashton, the woman hadn’t been able to get laid until Clint came into the picture.
Clint, knowing Dr. Sandra was his type of woman, proposed for between him and Dr. Sandra if actually she wants a clean job that won’t leave trails back to her.
Now, Dr. Sandra was lying on her kitchen Island while Clint stand between her thighs. The man’s fingers continue teasing her clit, down to her cunt.
Sandra’s running out of breath already and her pussy is watering from the excessive teasing Clint’s giving her. She bucks her hips, riding the man’s pudgy fingers.
“Is that how bad you want it, hmm?” Clint asks, a smirk curling his lips.
“My wetness is enough proof. Just put your mouth there already.” She pleads in a hoarse voice.
“How about a kiss to fuel me to action?” Clint raises his brow and asks.
Oh, no. That’s one thing Sandra won’t do. She sees kissing as core intimacy and if there’s one man she craves that with, it’s Ashton.
She had never been intimate with her ex–boyfriend or her mate whom she rejected. Certainly, not Clint
She and Clint are just bosses and employees finding relief by pleasuring each other.
“Clint…get to business. I don’t do that.” She pauses on rocking her pussy over his fingers to stare hard into the man’s eyes.. That’s her showing her seriousness.
Clint kisses his teeth and growls. “Fine!”
At that, he brings his face to the same level as Dr. Sandra’s womanhood. Through the sunlight snaking in from the kitchen’s French windows, Clint sees the woman’s pussy glistening
As he brings his face closer, Dr. Sandra buries her fingers into his mass of brown locks, bringing her butt to the edge of the
Island.
As Clint’s tongue flicks over her clit, Sandra sighs in relief.
She swallows the saliva that pools in her throat. And gently, she begins swishing the entirety of her vagina on his face.
Clint takes pleasure in drinking the juices slipping from Dr. Sandra’s pussy.
hocin
He darts out his tongue, into her channel, using that tongue, he laps on her swimmers.
In ecstasy. Dr. Sandra throws her head back, moaning as she wriggles her fingers into the man’s hair, and pulls at the hem.
Fuck, this is super good, she thinks to herself. She rides his fare rhythmically, wetting his nose and jaws with her musky juices.
“Clintoh, Clint?” She cries out, her wandering fingers finding her nipples and she touches them, flicks over them, and enjoys the sweet cadence of teasing her nipples as Clint eats her raw
In that moment of blinding ecstasy, her cell phone rings. Initially, Dr. Sandra wanted to ignore it but what if the call is coming from the hospital!
Besides she’s a doctor, so there’s every possibility of her being called upon.
At that thought, she darts her hand on the granite countertops until she finds her phone..
A call comes in again and she picks up, voice ragged, she asks. “Yes?”
Clint grazes his teeth over her jutting, swollen clit and it’s all she can do not to moan out while on call.
“Good. Fine. I’ll be there in twenty. She rasps into the phone.
Hearing that, Clint stands and stares hard at Dr. Sandra.
She hangs up the call and says. “I’m sorry but this session of pleasure will have to be cut. I’ve high–profile clients waiting for me. And an emergency too
Clint’s brows furrow at her words. He hates it more when Dr. Sandra pushes him aside and hops off the Island.
“So, you’re just going to leave me with a boner?” He rattles, his pinched voice a clear indication of his irritation
Dr. Sandra spares him a look from over her shoulders. Then. “At least you have a mate that can serve you.”
She walks away but stops at the doorframe, saying. “Any news about her having a daughter?”
She needn’t call names because Clint will understand.
“None. She has no daughter. I’ve made my findings.”
That irritated Dr. Sandra because she was looking for something to threaten Josie with and make her leave Ashton’s life. The alpha had been the man of Dr. Sandra’s dreams,
“I suppose your services are invalid now, Clint. We’ve to stop meeting until I’ll need you again.”
She walks away after blurting that. She didn’t even wait to hear Clint’s protest.
In the next twenty minutes, Dr. Sandra reached the hospital and went into
her office to attend to her patients.
By the time she finished, it was already eleven in the morning.
The urge to see alpha Ashton takes her over. She had definitely missed the man over the weekend.
She gets to her feet and marches down the hallway connecting to alpha Ashton’s office.
Gently, she raps on the door but no response greets her ears. She insisted though. After knocking for some time again, she gets no response
In curiosity, she opens the door and makes her way inside.
“Doc? Good morning.” She calls out, tucking her hair ringlets behind her ears.
Chapter 69
She feels the alpha might be in his en suite bathroom.
“Doc? Are you there?” she hums again but the office is obviously empty.
As she pecks around the offier, something catches her attention.
The unsent email on the computer screen.
The subject of the email says “Work Review For Rose,
Her interest piqued at the mention of Rose. A sudden wave of jealousy takes over her and she leans close to go through the
TEXT
From her findings, alpha Ashton was literally showering praises on Rose, He gave her a five–star review,
Dammit! Sandra hates it, so she gets to work as quickly as she can, retyping most words in the text.
In the end, she changes the review from five star to one star
Before she can get to the door someone opens in from outside.
And there he is. alpha Ashton. A stethoscope hangs around his neck.
“Dr. Sanders?” Ashton calls, taking in the woman as she breathes frantically.
“Doc. I just came in to look for you but figured you’re not around.” Sandra gushes, watching as Ashton steps around her to his oak desk.
“Yeah, I wasn’t. A patient needed my attention.”
I thought as much… She watches carefully as Ashton presses a few buttons before staring back at her..
I hope you enjoyed your weekend?” Ashton politely asks. Inwardly. Dr. Sandra was bubbling at the question.
It’s been a while alpha Ashton showed concern.
“Yeah, I sure did, doc.” She smiles.
Dr. Sandra wanted to say more but alpha Ashton received a call that took too long for him to finish.
At that, Dr. Sandra thought it wise to leave. At least she achieved an aim… putting a dispute between Ashton and Rose.
There’s no way Rose will see that review and keep a smiling face with Ashton.
Oh, she just killed two birds with one stone.
‘Let me see how she’ll
keep reigning as the best language teacher in town when people read that review: Dr. Sandra thinks to herself.
While strutting down the hallway, she does one thing, that one thing that’ll tarnish Rose’s image as the best language teacher in the city.
TBC.
