Prison au Brian looking his therapist up n down bc she’s wearing a tight short ass pencil skirt and homeboy “accidentally” dropped something so miss thang picks it up😳😳😳 can y’all guess where I’m going wih this???
You loved feeling his eyes on you.
The others, you couldn’t care less about.
You only wanted his beautiful brown eyes scanning your form.
When he came for his session, you were sitting on the desk, legs crossed and showing off the short, high waisted black shorts. Your white button up was tucked into them, the top two buttons undone.
Brian blinked slowly as he walked in, gripping the door a bit too tightly as his gaze travelled over your body, a slow grin creeping up on his face. Shutting the door behind him, he took a deep breath before he spoke.
“You look nice,” he said slowly, walking closer to sit in his chair across from you. He sat, legs spread, with his hands folded in his lap as he stared at you blatantly.
You smiled back, uncrossing your legs in one fluid moment before standing in front of him. You knocked a pen cup onto the floor in the movement, blushing as you dropped to the floor in a squat. Brian groaned at the sight, standing from his chair.
His hands gripped your waist, dragging you up to push you onto the desk. Your chest pressed down on the wood almost painfully as he folded his body over yours, pressing against you as he chuckled hoarsely in your ear.
“Hey, Doc,” he drawled, biting your ear and tugging gently. “You know how bad I want to fuck you?”
