"You have been teasing me," he said. His voice was a low growl, a rough, rumbling sound that vibrated right through her core. "For weeks. You have been shaking this big ass in my face, pushing these fat tits against me. You have been a very, very naughty girl."

"Yes, Doctor," Amaka breathed, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.

"What happens to naughty girls?" he asked, his voice dropping even lower. He reached out, but he didn't touch her face or her arms. His hands ...