“Are you afraid of me?”

His words muffled against your skin, lips too busy tasting the skin of your palm as you tried to speak to him. What started as a simple dinner between you two ended with him desperate, needy, craving your touch. All it took was him eating one small liquor filled chocolate.

“I wonder if you fed me the chocolate on purpose. Did you want to see me like this?”

Not waiting for an answer, he’s got you pinned to his desk. One strong swipe across sends the research papers and medical books tumbling to the floor. Forgotten and unnecessary, he’d rather something else filled that space instead. Crashing his lips back to yours, strong hands gripped your hips before lifting you onto the desk, stepping between your thighs.

“I never let myself touch alcohol. But for you I broke that rule.”

The room was otherwise quiet, save for his panting breaths and husky voice. Kisses and little nips worked their way up your neck as his hands traveled. Starting at your knee, moving up your thigh, around the curves of your hip before landing on the small of your back to pull you close.

“I’ll admit there’s something undeniably addicting about stepping out of line.”

The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. The calm, stoic doctor replaced with a man with little to no self control left. That chocolate may have limited his ability to control himself and hold back, but the urge was always there.