[This chapter contains some mature scenes. If you are uncomfortable with it, kindly skip this chapter.]

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She gasped when Noah's scorching tongue swirl around her wrist, "That's a strange way of taking one's pulse...doctor."

"Be a good patient and open your mouth."

Hearing Noah's authoritative voice, her toes curled up in anticipation, as she followed the --er doctor's order. 'Shit! Do I have a kink as Siena's said? A sense of shame seizes her being as no crevice of her mouth is left uninvaded by Noah.

The sliding door to the balcony was left open when Noah led Jess in a hurry to clean her wound. The night breeze entered the room, announced by the white sheer curtain softly dancing as moonlight peeking from the thin fabric; Jess hooked her uninjured hand to Noah's neck, urging him to deepen the kiss.

Most waves come crashing on the shore, yet sometimes, they kiss the shoreline gently -- like a naughty child playing touch-me-not.

Jess moaned in protest for Noah lifted his mouth from hers. Instead of kissing her deeply, his tongue traced the shape of her mouth, nipped her lips like how a bee stung a flower to collect its nectar.

"Noahh…"

He grinned inwardly with how Jessica squirmed in his lap like a child who could not wait for the sweet treat she has always wanted. He likes sex rough, but with this woman in his arms, he has the patience of a monk.

He left her mouth like he lost interest with those moist treats begging to be taken, instead, he took the path of her delicate jawline, slowly… down to the base of her ears, where he knew she has a sweet spot.

He playfully breathes in her ear as he gently kisses them, nibbling her earlobe along the seam. He smirked in mischief when he got the reaction he wanted. He chuckled softly like a bully who gets satisfaction from the reactions of others.

Teasing Jess until she became short-winded was the kind of gratification he aimed for. It is an agonizing death for him, and his lieutenant was complaining but he wanted Jess to have her fun.

He flinched when she bit his neck as she was irked with him not giving her what she wanted. "Miss Zimmerman, patience is a virtue," chuckling, he said.

"You should know by now, Mr. Tiefenbacher, patience is not one of my virtue," she growled as she buried her face on his neck, kissing the part she bit.

He laughed -- a burst of full-on laughter that rang throughout the living room as a deep sense of sheer joy doused his heart with contentment he hasn't felt in a long time.

"Hmm," he nudged the base of her neck as he gently rained them with some love bites. "If you are a good patient, I'll give you a present."

"I don't like any present!" she pushed him away as she crossed her arm below her breast, making them hitch up, and Noah saw a glimpse of her tantalizing globes.

He furrowed his eyebrows with the words he heard from Jess. He cocked his head to the side to see her pouting face, and realized she was drunk! He has no idea how drunk but she was under the influence of alcohol, that's for sure.

'This woman has been testing his limit!'

"If you don't like any present, what do you want?" he asked, just to find out how she would answer.

She squinted her eyes at him, as her lips curled up in mischief, "You are the doctor, I am just a patient, why are you asking me that?" she giggled, as she leaned back on the sofa. She pulled her legs to her chest and hugged her knees.

She coquettishly tilted her head to the side, laid her cheek on her knees, and watched Noah's face with her eyes sparkling with excitement.

He heaved a deep breath and release a long sigh. His pants crotch has tightened painfully with how Jess has been acting.

"Miss Zimmerman, you are a minx. A very, very naughty one."

Her mouth formed into a silent 'oh' and widened her eyes in exaggeration. "Doctor, does it mean I would get a punishment instead of a present."

"What do you think?" he leaned forward and drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. His heart lost its footing when she giggled and scrunched her nose.

"It tickles!" she said, giggling.

He chuckled and ruffled her hair, drop another kiss on her nose, "Does it?"

"Yes! Stop it, Noah, I don't like being tickled!"

"Well, the naughty nymph will get her punishment then," he said, placing his arms between her face and the headrest of the couch, but she slumped down and dove away from his arms.

She crawled on her knees to the end of the sofa, giggling like a child.

He kicked off his slippers, got on the sofa, and prepared to play with his cheeky little minx.

"No, no," she shakes her head vigorously, "Noah, no tickling, please," she said, giggling. Her hands were stretched out in front of her face to ward Noah off.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed a kiss on her palm. "Miss Zimmerman, punishment is something that someone should never like."

"Then, then-- I want the present!" she blurted out in panic. She does not like to be tickled.

"Hmm," he put her hands on his shoulders, as he leaned forward, capturing her at the corner of the sofa. "What kind of present should I give to my little minx?", he whispered, with his eyes gazing at her lips.

"I-I don't know --" she swallowed a lump at the back of her throat.

The balcony door was opened and the sea breeze was gently blowing the room with cold night air, yet she felt so hot. She stared at Noah's blue eyes that were laced with desires, and she murmured, "I want to take a shower." She bit her lower lip, and averted her gaze.

Noah cursed under his breath. "Minx."