I left a lingering kiss on Maeve's lips, then ripped open the shirt, the remaining buttons flying across the room. Maeve arched her back when the cool air blew over her breasts and left me a second to marvel at her nipples, hardening right before my eyes. Dusky pink, pebbled nipples that need to be caressed—or sucked.

Or both.

My mouth closed around her breasts, perfectly, as if they were made for me. Or my mouth was made for them. Either way, they closed together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Maeve moaned. Not a sleepy, unconscious sound. But a breathy, fully-awake cry, as I clamped down on her nipple and sucked. Impatiently.

Hard.

Her fingers threaded into my hair and she murmured something incoherent, and my ears filtered out my name and a soft please from it.

I flattened my tongue against her and hollowed my cheeks, wanting to suck her cries out of her. If possible, even her pain. Images of a weeping Maeve, with a blade held at her thighs slipped into my mind, unbidden.

Something new surged through me. Raw, burning through my veins, twisting in my chest. It steamed my mind and I felt it setting my limbs into action.

I reached down, sparing her swollen nipple, and grabbed her thighs, before opening them wide. Wide enough for my upper body to settle in between. Maeve propped up on her elbows and watched as I traced a finger across the wet spot beginning to form on her panties. I was so close to her heat that I could smell her arousal, feel her pussy getting wet. For me.

The last strand of my self-control frayed.

“Tell me to stop,” I looked up at her, my fingers still tracing circles over her panties. Maeve met my eyes, her eyebrows knitting together with the pent-up tension, and a little confusion. “Ask me to stop right now, because ones I put my mouth on this greedy pussy, I know I won’t be able to stop.”

Maeve sucked in a breath and fell back on the bed, when my fingers slid her panties aside to sneak a peek at the piece of art pinned beneath me. She was indeed wet. Not just wet, she was fucking glistening with wetness. Her anticipation coating her folds thoroughly. And all I did was suck her nipples.

Or maybe something else—in her dreams…

The thought was immensely pleasing. That she woke up wet, dripping, while dreaming of me doing all the dirty things to her.

I dropped a kiss along her inner thigh. "Stop?"

“Oh please,” her hand found my fingers digging into her thigh, and squeezed them.

“Yes, or no?” My finger slipped into the band of her panties and I started rolling it down her hips, already aware of the answer coming my way.

“No, oh Lord, no, don't stop.” Her pants filled the air once again, as she lifted her hips to help me slide off her panties and drop it on the floor.

I slipped my hands under her knees and pushed her legs apart, watching her pink flesh quivering with need. It made me chuckle. “Greedy little thing.”

Her smell, the sight of her splayed open for me, and the sounds of approval she was making was enough to spark a new hunger inside me. I dove into her pussy, claiming it as mine.

Maeve cried out, her back bowing off the bed as I lapped her up through her folds. My tongue—hungry and needy—tipped out to lay flat across her clit and I sucked. I sucked her like she was the air I needed to breathe, like the ultimate redemption to every sin I had ever committed.

She was perhaps.

Maeve choked out my name, fingers slipping into my hair and tugging my head closer. I buried my face in her pussy, running my tongue up and down her folds until she was chanting my name like a prayer.

I loved it. I loved listening to her moan my name like it was all she remembered. Like it was all she wanted and needed.

“Ian…oh my, God,” her thighs trembled on either side of my face as I grasped her ankles without withdrawing my mouth from her wet cunt, and hiked her legs above my shoulder.

And when she moaned again, I slipped my tongue inside her. Tasting her, feeling her clamp down on the tip of my tongue. My cock hardened further as she uncontrollably clenched.

I needed to see her come. I needed to make her come. I wanted to taste her release and eat her through her orgasm until she couldn’t feel her legs.

It was a way of making up for all the times she needed someone, and all she found was a piece of glass.

I pulled my tongue out and pushed it back in, imagining it as my cock. I already knew she would be tight. Gripping and squeezing around me until I emptied myself inside her. Filling her up. Then watch it spill out of her.

My fingers dug into her inner thighs, imagination running wild, as I spread her more. Spread her for my relentless mouth as I fucked her with my tongue, until I felt her insides quiver. I brought my mouth back to her clit and sucked on the swollen bud whilst slipping a finger into her.

“Ian, ah!” Maeve tugged at my hair, and buckled her hips to meet the movement of my finger, grinding against my mouth, chasing her high. Her thighs began to tremble again and my eyes switched up just in time to watch her fall apart. As she withered into a hundred petals of roses beneath me.

Maeve came deliciously in my mouth, her body jerking forward as my mouth refused to part with her throbbing cunt. I continued sucking on her clit, until she lowered her hips and her body relaxed. Then I moved down and lapped up my reward. Her streaming sweetness just for me to taste.

I heard her satisfied hums and sighs as I finished my business down there and moved up, kissing my way to her lips.

Her hands came up around my face. “How do I taste?”

Her question made me groan and I reached down to cup her still wet pussy in my palm. She was tiny, and so so soft. “You taste like something I can eat all day and still be hungry for at night.”

Her fingers slipped into my hair, and pulled me down to seal our mouths together. Instantly, my tongue slipped inside her mouth, giving her a taste of herself. Of how heavenly she tasted. And like the greedy little thing that she was, she sucked at my tongue readily.

When I pulled back, Maeve was lazily smiling up at me.

I grinned back. “What?”

She shook her head and pulled my weight down on her to bury her face in my neck. “I’ve never done that before.”

My eyebrows first drew together in confusion then arched high in realization. I pulled back against her strong hold, and searched for her eyes. “You’ve never had anyone go down on you?”

Her cheeks reddened and she slowly shook her head.

Not even before Michael then.

Of course. She'd mentioned.

Something swelled in my chest, something like pride, and it made me smile. I reached down to brush my lips over hers. “Too bad for them, sweetheart. Someone missed a taste of heaven. And now, I’ve claimed it as mine.”

My hand cupping her between her thighs moved, and I dug the heel of my palm against her clit. Maeve sucked in a breath, her eyes closing briefly, and then her hips ground against my palm. I dropped my head and sucked on her neck, just below her ear, over the scar.

“Say it. I want to hear it from you.”

“What?” She asked, panting.

I squeezed her where I was cupping her, hard enough to earn a cry from her. “That this pussy and you, both are mine now,” I rasped against her skin, my slacks close to ripping off from the middle. “Say it,”

“It’s yours,” I heard her timid, but firm response. “I’m yours.”

“Only mine?”

“Only yours…”

Her response made a groan rumble out of my chest, and I moved down, between her legs again, spreading her thighs apart.

“Good. Because I'm not done with you yet.” My mouth latched onto her pussy and her sweet moans filled the room and my ears. Again.

I sipped my coffee, eyes running through a stray book I picked up from the little book shelf in the room.

Types of Personalities.

In my grad school, I loved this book, because I was always interested in people.

Although I didn’t like them then.

But yes, studying about the wide range of personality traits and how a human brain, identical in all human beings, but functioning differently in each, fascinated me. How that little organ inside our skulls was responsible for making some people the human version of Labradors, and others the ultimate assholes.

And it still fascinated me.

My professor in medical school always said something that resonated through me till today.

“Once you start learning about human behavior, you’ll discover more about yourself, than about others.”

It was true. I had discovered the difference between Labradors and assholes.

Sometimes, I felt pity for a few people who couldn’t control themselves, their rage. They squeezed into a middle category which I hadn’t named yet. But I always carried a believe that with the right help, everyone could learn to get a hold of their emotions. Everyone could. Even assholes.

Even Maeve.

She, however, specifically sat in the fourth category which was tagged “Only Maeve”.

As her name surfaced in my mind, the bathroom door opened then shut behind me.

I turned around, and Maeve walked across the room, in nothing but a towel covering her middle and hair neatly dried, falling into loose curls around her face. She opened the closet, rummaging through her clothes, sparing me some time to admire her beautiful presence.

When you’re around, everything becomes you.

I silently chuckled at myself. What a romantic psychiatrist.

“Don’t you have to go to the clinic today?” Maeve’s voice broke me off my reverie, as she took out a pair of skirt and matching blouse, laying them neatly on the bed.

“Nope,” I slid the book back into its place on the shelf, and moved towards the bed, plopping down on it. It creaked under my weight. “Every year after such parties, I take a day off. I’m usually too exhausted the next day.”

Maeve turned to me, her eyebrows reaching for the ceiling. “So, these parties are annual?”

I nodded, and she rolled her eyes.

“What? They’re a fundraiser for the charities. I guess once a year is the least people can try and donate.” My fingers reached for the hem of the skirt laid on the bed. “Are you going out somewhere?”

Maeve paused, but quickly recovered, turning to me with a little smile. “Yes. Job hunting.” She reached for the skirt but I caught a hold of her wrist and pulled her towards me, between my legs. Her hands settled on my shoulders and she peered down at me with a confused look.

“What kind of a job are you seeking?” I asked as I kneaded her hips with my fingers. Her smile faltered, and lips pressed into a straight line.

“I’m trying out everything.” Her body tensed, as if the topic bothered her.

“Maeve…” I pulled her down to straddle my lap, and adjusted her legs on either side of me. She stared straight into my eyes, giving me all of her undivided attention. “You don’t have to do it because of the rent. If that is why–”

“No,” she shook her head, and sighed. “I was looking it up ever since I moved out of…” She paused.

Michael’s house.

Now I knew why the topic bothered her. It would have eventually led to Michael. Most of the things led to Michael when it was about Maeve.

I didn’t like that thought.

“Okay,” I leaned forward and planted a kiss against her lips. “Tell me if you need my help, will you?”

She smiled and returned the kiss. “Okay.”

“And no more secrets.”

She nodded. “No more secrets.”

As I watched her adorable grin and most of the tension fading off her face, a naughty idea rose at the back of my head. I bit down the smirk, and pulled up a serious face. “You know, I do have a vacancy for a personal secretary.”

Maeve raised her brows, genuinely surprised. “You do?”

I hummed, and moved my lips to hover over her ears. “I’m sure you’ll make a pretty sexy secretary.” I caught her earlobe between my teeth and Maeve shivered, her fingers gripping my shoulder.

“I’m too clumsy for a secretary.” Her words fell on my ears as a gentle breath. Soft and warm, making me chuckle.

“Oh, I’ll enjoy teaching you how to behave,” my fingers moved her hair behind her shoulder and I planted a kiss against her collarbone. “If not, I sure as hell would enjoy punishing you.”

“Mm,” her head tipped back, giving my mouth more space to explore. “What will you do?”

The question made me smile against her skin, and I slid my hands over her thighs then under the towel. “You really want to know?”

I felt, rather than saw, her nod. Sliding my hands over her ass, I pulled her close, flush against me, and a soft mewl slipped from her lips.

“There are a couple of scenarios playing in my head right now.” My hand ran over the curve of her perfect ass, and trailed up her spine over the towel, until I was grabbing the base of her neck. “Like bending you over my clinic desk, and fucking you over it so hard that my clients hear how needy my sweet girl is.” In response to the name, Maeve purred into my ear and I tugged at her neck, bending her away from me to run my tongue along her collarbone.

She smelled like vanilla, soap and… so Maeve.

“Or maybe I could put you across my knees and spank you in the waiting room until you stop being so clumsy. Or until someone walks in on us and sees you sprawled across my lap. Would you like that, baby?"

Without a second thought, Maeve nodded her head, breathing through her lips. “Yes, please.” Her hips started moving against me, creating friction where her bare pussy was pressed against my clothed erection. Her heat seeped through the fabric of my pants, cocooning my already hardening cock.

“Please what?” I caught an end of her towel peeking through the seam, between my teeth, and tugged it off her body as it pooled around her hips.

“You know what.”

“Say it. Let me hear it from you.” I let go of her neck, and her blazing eyes found mine into a heated stare. She sucked in her bottom lip, a challenging smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“What if I don’t?”

Her breathy voice betrayed the look on her face, almost making me laugh. “Then you don’t get anything.”

She tilted her head to one side, eyes switching up and down me as if measuring the seriousness of my words through my body language. Then leaned forward, pushing her bare breasts against my chest, making my jaws clench together and fingers dig into her hips. “You sure you don’t want to give me anything?”

I gripped her hips grinding against me and stopped her movements, making her whine against the restraint, still trying to overpower it.

“If you want it, you will beg for it.”

Her chin tipped up. “Or what?”

I watched her closely, then let out a soft chuckle and picked her up by the sides, settling her down on the bed beside me.

Maeve watched me with a soft pout and narrowed eyes. “What are you doing?”

I picked up the towel from my lap and draped it around her. “Get ready. I’ll drop you wherever you want to go.” As I turned around, a grin split across my mouth when I heard her groan and mutter a curse under her breath.

This is going to be fun.