His Bidding (The Best Medicine #1) Read Free

bathroom door behind her before hopping into the shower...and it was usually for the same reason she did it this morning. Having an audience of any species wasn’t an option. She’d be getting lathered up in more than just the traditional sense. There was no way she could possibly go to do her shift at Dr. Hitchens’s private clinic today unless she got this out of her system, and the only way not to be late was to multitask.
    She stepped into the deep antique tub, closed the shower curtain behind her, and twisted the faucets until the temperature and pressure were just right. With a few quick scrubs she’d washed her hair, and managed to shave her legs in record time, allowing her to use the rest of her shower for fantasizing about her boss.
    Propping one foot up on the edge of the bathtub allowed her to part her legs enough. She reached up and brought the shower head off its mount, switching it over to a gentle pulse before moving it between her thighs. She gasped as the hot water hit her in such an already sensitized place, and immediately her eyes closed again, the same images of Dr. Hitchens shirtless, in boxers, crawling towards her on her bed, his tie in her hand, that smile on his lips, all leapt back to mind. The pulsing water was getting her going quickly. Keeping her balance, Brynn reached for her favorite body wash and managed to squeeze a bit out with one hand, which she then used to resume the massaging circles she’d been doing to herself in bed. Combined with the water’s warmth and pressure, the slippery, sweet-smelling rub of her fingers made her begin to shiver with pleasure. Her foot slid over just a little more, leaving her fully open, letting the shower hit every inch of the tender flesh between her legs, and she moaned, rubbing harder now, loving the feel of how slick the body wash was between her fingers and her clit. She felt her hips moving in a thrusting motion, and she imagined what it would be like if it was Dr. Hitchens’s cock invading her instead of a jet of water...
    It was that thought which pushed her over the edge. Brynn felt her limbs warming as her body was flooded with orgasmic pleasure, and she slipped a finger inside herself, moaning more loudly at the sensation. It was easier to picture herself being penetrated by her boss this way...and that vision helped her along as her climax continued to ripple through her.
    Finally, out of breath and feeling at least satiated enough to get on with her preparations for work, she rinsed herself off and turned the faucets until the water stopped flowing. “Whew,” she breathed, squeezing her blonde hair into a loose bun before putting it up in a towel. “That must be how people wake up on the right side of the bed.” Hearing Chester mewing in reply on the other side of the bathroom door, she nudged it open and let him come in, where he sat and watched her from the back of the toilet. She let herself drip-dry on the mat in front of her sink, wiping the steam from the mirror and grinning bashfully at how flushed she looked. It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else, she knew, but to her own eyes her appearance screamed “freshly fucked,” especially once she’d let her still-damp hair down around her shoulders. She supposed, in a way, she had been. Even if it was only by a fantasy of her big shot boss, and her own hands.  And the world’s best shower massager, she thought with a laugh.
    She managed to get herself together quickly after that – teeth brushed, hair dried, scrubs on – and on days she knew she wouldn’t be seeing Dr. Hitchens, like today, she didn’t waste much time on makeup or her hair. A ponytail was good enough, and a touch of lip gloss was all the color she needed thanks to her complexion. Well, today she also had her post-orgasmic blush to thank for her healthy appearance. She sighed, thinking it a pity the subject of said orgasm wouldn’t even be there to appreciate it, even if he couldn’t know what was going