Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(59)

Seconds, minutes, hours after Prem rode her hard, guiding her where she’d never gone before, she came again. With her last orgasm, Prem joined her, collapsing in her arms.

In the wild roaring thoughts inside her mind, one fact became crystal clear to Kareena. Dr. Prem Verma set the bar so high that she may never find a man who could ever make her feel this way again.





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Chapter Eighteen

Prem




Prem hated leaving Kareena naked and sprawled on his bed like a shipwreck survivor, but he had to get rid of the condom.

And he was freaking out.

Truly freaking the fuck out.

He felt like he was experiencing cardiac arrhythmia as he pulled away from Kareena’s body in a completely pleasured and sated state.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, dropping a quick peck on her smiling lips. He didn’t want her to know that he was about to check himself into a hospital for an ECG.

Kareena hummed, her arms thrown over her head, her hair a tangled mess around her face. Her relaxed, mush-for-brains state was only going to last so long. If he knew her as well as he thought he did, she was going to be doing her own mental gymnastics soon.

He slid off the end of the bed and closed himself in the adjoining bathroom. After discarding the condom, he washed his hands, and then splashed cold water on his face.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he whispered as he dried his hot skin, then pounded a fist against his chest. “Get it together.”

Sex had always been fun and a great release for him. But it had never been like this. Even when he was with Gori, his sex life paled in comparison.

He wasn’t sure when the mood changed, or how it happened. One minute, he was throwing back shots and kissing Kareena at Bunty’s office, the next he was thinking about how long he could keep this woman in his bed.

And in his life.

He was already ready to go again. Normally Charlie needed a moment to catch its breath, but nope. Not this time. His adrenaline pumped through his body like he’d just ingested narcotics and his dick was at a half chub.

Prem wasn’t a stupid man, and as much as he wanted to say it was all body chemistry, what he just experienced with Kareena felt so much deeper than that, and the deeper business was what frightened the shit out of him.

But despite his fear, he was in no way going to give up a chance to be with her for as long as possible.

Not wanting Rina to come out of her daze alone, Prem shoved his own racing thoughts in a compartment to examine later. He shook out his hands, rolled his shoulders, and strode back into the bedroom.

She had shifted from the prone position Prem had left her in. Now, Kareena’s arm flung across the cover, and one knee was lifted, as if that was enough to hide her delicious plump pussy from him.

He moved to get on the bed, to hold her close, to caress her tits and spend more attention on them before he tried to convince her to stay the night with him, when he heard the distinct buzzing of the doorbell.

The lazy dreamlike expression on Kareena’s face was gone in the blink of an eye. She vaulted to a sitting position, and her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my god, I’m naked.”

“It’s probably a delivery person who has the wrong apartment number,” Prem said quickly. He grabbed his briefs off the floor and pulled them on. “Stay right here. Seriously, don’t move. I’m just going to tell them to go away.”

She’d brought her knees up to her chest and remained on the bed, but she hadn’t agreed with him. Shit, he thought. It was going to be much harder, significantly harder for him to get her to stay the night now that they’ve been interrupted.

He marched down the hallway to the front door. He yanked it open, and before he could tell his intruders to fuck off, Bunty and Deepak were already talking.

“We brought Chinese,” Deepak said. He held up a brown bag inside a plastic bag with a yellow smiley face on it.

“I was back in town and decided to do dudes’ night in person,” Bunty added, and lifted the two six-packs of beer.

“Oh shit,” Prem said. He glanced over his shoulder then stepped outside and quickly pulled the door closed behind him. “You two cannot be here right now. You need to leave.”

Bunty and Deepak glanced at each other and back to him. Prem watched his idiot friends realize what was happening.

“You dumb son of a bitch,” Deepak hissed.

“Dude, I can’t believe you slept with her!” Bunty whispered. “You’re seriously Doctor Dick!”

Prem shoved his fingers through his hair. “Shh! She’s still in bed, and she’s a flight risk.”

“That’s because she’s smart,” Deepak whispered back. “What the hell are you doing with her? Seriously low of you to try to sex her into your plan. That really is a Doctor Dick move.”

Prem shoved him back a full stop. “You’re the dumb son of a bitch if you ever think I’d do something like that to Kareena. It’s not like that.”