Growing Temptation

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕♡︎

𝐈 didn’t mean to dress like this. At least, that’s what I told myself.

It was just a skirt. Just a top. A black skirt that clung to my thighs and stopped higher than it should, and a cream blouse that dipped a little too low. 

I could blame the heat, I could blame the laundry pile, I could blame anything but the truth.

The truth was, part of me wanted him to notice.

And he did.

The second I walked into his office, Dr. Zayn Steele’s eyes flicked down. Not polite. Not subtle. 

His gaze lingered at the neckline of my blouse, then slid lower, down the length of my legs. His jaw flexed once before he dragged his eyes back up to mine.

“Sit.” His voice was rougher than usual.

I sat in the chair across from his desk, my knees pressed together too tight. My skirt rode higher anyway.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

My head snapped up. “Excuse me?”

“You’re tugging at your skirt already.” His lip piercing glinted when he smirked. “That’s not comfort, Alessia. That’s nerves.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. I dropped my hands from my hem, pressing them against my thighs instead.

“Better,” he murmured. His eyes sharpened. “So. Tell me. What excites you?”

I froze. “What?”

“You heard me.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “What excites you?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“That’s what you keep saying.” His tone deepened. “But you touched yourself the other night. You thought of me. Something excited you.”

My breath hitched. “That was… different.”

“Different how?”

“It was just me.”

“It wasn’t just you.” His gaze locked on mine, dark and unyielding. “It was me in your head, wasn’t it? Guiding you?”

I couldn’t speak. My lips parted, but no sound came.

His chair scraped back. Slowly, deliberately, he stood and walked around his desk. My body stiffened as he came closer. He stopped beside me, towering, his shadow spilling over my lap.

One hand rested on the back of my chair. The other - warm, heavy - settled on my bare thigh.

I jolted, breath rushing out. “Zayn-”

“Relax.” His thumb stroked lazy circles into my skin. “Answer me. What excites you?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Then let me help.” His voice was low, sinful. He bent close, his breath brushing my ear. “Does it excite you when a man pins you down, knowing you can’t move?”

My thighs pressed together under his hand. “Maybe.”

His thumb pressed harder, dragging higher, stopping just before the hem of my skirt.

“What about when he makes you beg?” he whispered. “When he teases you, touches everywhere but where you need it most?”

A whimper escaped me. “Zayn…”

“Answer.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Good girl.” His lips curved against my ear. “And what about when he tells you exactly what to do? When his voice owns every inch of you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, trembling.

“Say it louder.”

“Yes.”

“That’s better.”

His hand slid higher, warm fingers brushing the edge of my skirt. He dragged the fabric up slowly, deliberately, until his palm pressed against more of my thigh.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“I can’t help it.”

“Don’t.” His tone was velvet and steel. “Shaking means your body is listening.”

My breath came fast, uneven. “This isn’t… professional.”

His smirk deepened. “Nothing about me is professional, Alessia. You knew that when you booked the appointment.”

My heart hammered. His hand lingered, thumb tracing patterns that made me squirm.

“Tell me,” he said softly. “Do you imagine fingers here?” His thumb brushed just a little higher. “Or a mouth?”

A gasp tore from me. “Stop-”

“You don’t want me to stop.” His voice darkened. “You’re wet already, aren’t you?”

I whimpered, covering my face with my hands.

He chuckled low. “Don’t hide. I told you-your body betrays you.”

His lips hovered at my ear again, his breath hot. “Do you know what excites me, Alessia?”

My hands lowered slowly, my chest heaving. “What?”

“You.” His thumb pressed firmer against my thigh. “The way you blush when I say something filthy. The way your thighs squeeze when I touch you here. The way you want to say no, but your mouth whispers yes.”

A helpless moan slipped out of me, soft but loud enough in the quiet office.

We both froze.

His hand stilled. His gaze locked on mine, wide an

d dark.

My hand flew to my mouth, horrified. “Oh my God.”

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

The air burned between us.