Dr. Grant (Off-Limits)

Kim smiles when she spots me, but that smile rapidly melts away when she notices Amara right behind me. She looks between the two of us in confusion and forces a smile onto her face as she walks up to me.

Amara and I both tense when she throws herself in my arms and hugs me tightly. “It’s so good to see you,” she says, smiling up at me before she turns to give Amara air kisses. “How come you two drove here together? I thought you’d be coming with Gregory.”

The only one she’s coming with is me, I think to myself. Amara looks at me knowingly when I smirk and shakes her head. I shrug unapologetically in response.

Our silent exchange doesn’t go unnoticed, and Kim frowns, making me feel bad instantly. If nothing else, I’d like to be friends with her, and I’d hate to make her feel bad when she’s gone out of her way to host us today.

“He should be here any minute,” Amara says. “He had some work to finish up.”

Kim nods and wraps her hand around my arm. “Come on, let me show you around. Greg knows the way, he’ll be able to find us just fine.”

I nod and let her lead me along, feeling somewhat self-conscious. I can feel Amara’s eyes on me, and even though I told her she and I can’t be together… even though I’m willing myself to believe it too, I don’t want to hurt her. There’s something between us, and it’s not just lust. It’s more than that. I can’t stand the thought of her smiling at Gregory, and the look on her face as she stares at the hand Kim is touching me with tells me she feels the same way.

I slip my hand into my pocket, my fingers grazing over the remote control she gave me. I glance at her and smirk as I turn her device on. Her eyes widen and she looks down. Perfect.

Amara is quiet as Kim gives us a tour of the vineyard, and neither one of us can focus as she tells us about their grapes and the history of this place. All I can think about is that I want to get Amara alone. I guess her little scheme is working, because she’s all I can think about.

Amara and I both breathe a sigh of relief when we reach a clearing where a table has been set up. “It’s beautiful,” Amara murmurs, and I have to agree. Adequate shading thanks to the trees, a decadent spread, and chairs that look incredibly comfortable.

“I thought we might do a wine tasting,” Kim says, looking up at me. She’s leaning into me, clearly being flirtatious, but I struggle to play along. I know this is what I need to do to further my career. I need to schmooze with whoever Mr. Astor sets me up with, and he clearly wants me with Kim. I’m fairly confident he intends to formally pair us up… but it’s his granddaughter I want instead.

I nod at Kim and pull out her chair for her. She beams up at me, and I smile at her. She’s a wonderful woman, and had I not been enchanted with Amara, she’d be perfect for me. I understand why Mr. Astor wants us together. We’re both doctors. We’re both young and ambitious.

I catch Amara gritting her teeth as she sits down next to Kim, and I sigh. I feel so fucking helpless. No matter what I do, I’m in the wrong. Technically Kim is my date, but Amara… what is she even?

I sit down opposite Kim, and she leans into me as she pushes a wine glass my way. “Try this, Noah.”

I smile at her and take a sip. “Wow. That’s good.”

She nods in satisfaction and pulls the glass back, lifting it to her own lips, the gesture intimate. She’s beautiful, and she’s brilliant… but fuck. She isn’t Amara. Amara, who is staring at Kim’s glass as though she’s willing it to shatter.

I slip my hand back into my pocket and increase the vibrations of her toy, distracting her. I regret it the second I see Gregory walking up to us, his eyes on Amara. He looks as enthralled as I am, and I regret putting that blush on her cheeks.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” he says, leaning in. I tense, a surge of violence rushing through me at the thought of him kissing her. His lips graze her cheek instead of her lips, but that does nothing to settle my instant anger.

He nods at me before turning his attention to Kim. “I can’t believe the three of us are back here, together. When was the last time Amara and I were here? It must’ve been three years ago.” He chuckles and glances at Amara. “Yeah… I vividly remember the last time we were here,” he adds, his tone suggestive. Amara’s eyes widen, and my heart twists painfully. I might have her turned on right now, but he knows her body in ways I don’t. He’s had her in ways I’ll never have her.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. It was so obvious I walked in on you guys,” Kim says, shaking her head. She turns to look at me. “Those two… they’re rabbits, I tell you. If they end up going missing today, don’t go looking for them. You’ll never be able to unsee what you walk in on.”

I force a smile onto my face, pushing down the pain and jealousy. Amara… she isn’t mine. She never will be. These feelings, they’re fucked up.

“Maybe we should reenact that, honey. Scar Kim a little further.” Gregory laughs, and Amara grits her teeth as though she’s biting back her response, her cheeks bright red.

What the fuck am I doing with her? What am I doing? She’s my patient and she’s Harold Astor’s granddaughter.

A man like Gregory… that’s who she’ll end up with. An oil magnate. Someone filthy rich, someone who understands her world. Someone that can maintain the lifestyle she’s used to. Before today I’d never even been to a vineyard. Stuff like this isn’t part of my life and it probably never will be. She might find me interesting now, but the novelty will wear off, and she’ll move on. Meanwhile, I’ll have thrown every opportunity away for her, and I’ll be left with nothing but regrets and memories.

“Excuse me for a minute,” I tell Kim, rising to my feet. I force myself to keep my feelings in check, but I’m failing. My thoughts are spiraling as I make my way to the bathrooms we passed earlier. What the fuck am I even doing?

“Noah.”

I pause at the sound of her voice and turn toward her. Amara is standing next to one of the trees, and I walk over to her, anger coursing through my veins. She takes a step back, until she’s pressed against the tree behind her.

“Rabbits, huh?” I say through gritted teeth, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck, my thumb resting against her throat.

“He never should have said that. He’s purposely being a dick,” she tells me, her gaze pleading.

“He knows your body in ways I never will. Your pussy is dripping wet for me, yet I don’t know how it feels wrapped around my cock. He does. Tell me, is it his name you used to moan? Did you come for him the way you do for me?”

She shakes her head, her eyes blazing with desperation and sincerity. “Never, Noah. Not once. I swear. I’ve never come for him the way I do for you. It’s why I create the toys. No man has ever made me…”

I stare at her and pull my hand up until my thumb traces over her lips. That pretty little mouth of hers falls open, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Has he ever had your mouth?”

She shakes her head, her eyes wide. “The thought never appealed to me. Not with him.”

I pull her around the tree so we’re both out of view. “Get on your knees,” I tell her, leaning back against the tree.

Amara’s cheeks turn crimson as she does as I say, pulling her white dress up before kneeling in front of me. Her eyes drop to my trousers and I bite back a moan when she unbuckles my belt. I want her so fucking badly.

I slide my hand into my pocket to grab the remote just seconds before she pulls my jeans down, taking my boxer shorts right along with it. Her movements are impatient, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Look at you, princess. Fucking look at you, on your knees in the middle of a vineyard, and there’s nowhere else you’d rather be, huh?”

Amara smiles at me as she grabs my cock, her grip tight. My eyes fall closed at her touch. “Fuck,” I groan.

Amara chuckles, and when I glance down, I find her looking at me. Her eyes never leave mine as she brings her lips closer, taking her time, teasing me.

I smirk as I increase the vibrations of her toy, enjoying the way her expression changes instantly. “None of this bullshit, Amara,” I warn her. “Suck my cock like the good girl you are.”

Her lips close around me and I moan, unable to keep quiet. Her mouth is so fucking hot and tight. I watch her as she takes me in deeper and I bury a hand in her hair, fisting it tightly as her head moves up and down.

“I’ll make you come while you’re choking on my cock,” I tell her, pulling her head closer, until I hit the back of her throat. I expected her to choke, but she takes it eagerly. I almost fucking come when she swallows, the sensation foreign on my cock.

I fiddle with the remote control she gave me, barely able to focus when she sucks me off this good. She moans when I increase the pressure on her clit, and the vibrations of her voice take me right to the edge.

I grab her head and hold her still as I thrust in and out of her mouth, quickening the pace. “Look at you, baby. Look at you taking my cock. You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

She moans, her eyes glazed over with lust. The way she tangles her tongue around my cock, keeping me under her control even when I try to take it away from her… fucking unreal.

Her moans get louder, and I barely hold on as her eyes fall closed, her body swaying as her orgasm rushes through her. I pull out of her mouth just in time, making a mess of her face and dress.

Amara lifts her hand to her face, her fingers tracing over the liquid staining her skin. She rises to her feet with a smile on her face. I reach for her, pulling her dress up and using the edges to clean her up with.

“You’re going to walk around like that, baby, with your clothes stained, reminding you of who the fuck you belong to.”

She nods, and I lean in, pulling her toward me roughly. I kiss her, pouring every trace of lingering anger into it. She’s breathless by the time I pull away, and I smile. “Your mouth is mine, princess.” I reach down and pull her dress up, my hand finding its way between her legs. I push her toy in deeper, wishing I could replace it with my fingers. “This pussy is too, you hear me?”

“Yes, Noah,” she says, her eyes still filled with desire. “But you’d better remember it too. Don’t even dream of flirting with Kim if you want any more of this.”

I smile at her, loving this side of her. I had her on her knees just a few minutes ago, and she’s already putting me back in my place. This girl… I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.