Dr. Peeta Mellark sits at his mahogany desk, the frown on his face intensifying by the moment. His blue eyes darken as he shuffles through his papers. Then he slams his fists on the desk in frustration. Meetings keep him from being able to work on his side project.
"God dammit!" Peeta mutters under his breath. He runs his hand through his blonde curls with exasperation. He's beyond exhausted. Five deliveries followed by extensive office hours is not his idea of a good day.
Dr. Mellark is the most requested obstetrician in New Jersey. Women travel miles for the opportunity to have their babies be delivered by the Dr. Peeta Mellark.
It doesn't hurt that he's painfully good looking. His stocky form, skilled hands, and piercing blue eyes make him one of the most desirable men in the state.
Peeta loves his job but often feels like something is missing. He goes home every night to nothing but a fully stocked bar and an empty bed.
A soft knock breaks Peeta from his thoughts.
Katniss Everdeen stands in the doorway of Peeta's office nervously. It's her first day as his secretary, and she hopes everything has run smoothly. Her dark hair is braided, and her grey eyes are hidden behind a pair of thick framed glasses. Peeta notices how her skirt hugs her hips.
"All your patients are done for the day," Katniss says with a shy smile. "It looks like you may be able to cut out of here early."
Peeta rolls his eyes at her formality. It's obvious Katniss is trying extra hard to impress him on her first day. "Thank you for all your help today, Ms. Everdeen."
"It was no problem, Dr. Mellark." Katniss pauses to take note of all the papers scattered around his desk. "Do you need any help with that?" she points to the mess on his desk.
Peeta chuckles softly to himself; if only she knew what this work involved. "I think I can manage."
Why was he being so secretive?
Katniss has heard a lot about Dr. Mellark. Obviously, his patients adore him, but his former secretary didn't have many good things to say.
He's a workaholic.
Unmarried.
He can also be rather cranky.
"He never comes out of his office!" Delly Cartwright had told Katniss with a shocked tone. It was as though the idea of a doctor staying in his office was a scandal.
"He's good looking," Katniss pointed out, which just caused Delly to roll her eyes.
"Be careful of Dr. Mellark, Katniss," Delly warned before taking the box of her belongings and heading out the door.
Katniss couldn't shake what Delly had said. Why did she need to be careful? Sure, Dr. Mellark was an attractive man, but she'd been able to keep things professional.
Her gaze lingers on his stocky frame, wondering about this elusive man. His eyes are locked intently on the notebook in front of him, and she briefly wonders what it might feel like to have him look at her with that same kind of intensity. But then she mentally chastises herself for thinking such things.
Clearing her throat, she pipes up, "Well, if you need any help, I'll be right outside. I have a few things I need to finish up before I head home."
Peeta nods, not even bothering to look up. Katniss waits for a response but nothing comes. She slips out of his office quietly, making sure to not disturb Dr. Mellark further.
Katniss can't shake her curiosity about the doctor, though. The expression on his face has her wondering what he was reading before she interrupted him.
The Female Orgasm
Peeta sighs loudly while reading the title again for the fifth time. It's not supposed to be this difficult. How hard can it be to find women who are open to the idea of discussing the inner workings of their orgasms?
Apparently, it's very difficult, and Peeta is beginning to run out of patience.
The idea came to him after one very awkward sexual encounter several years ago. The woman was beautiful, and Peeta thought everything was going great between them, but later, she appeared far less interested. As he moved on top of her, she seemed to just lie there, not really enjoying herself.
Peeta moved his hips at quicker speed, but still she was a million miles away. "Come for me," he whispered gruffly. "I need to hear you."
Instantly, she began to moan and writhe around on the navy cotton sheets. Peeta couldn't shake the feeling that she was doing it only to please him. Her actions had changed so drastically after all. It was only few seconds later that Peeta was filling her with his hot, wet semen.
"Was that good for you?" he wondered.
"Yeah." She plastered a bright smile to her face. "It was fun."
After she left, Peeta couldn't stop thinking about it. Was it him? Was it her? Maybe he wasn't an adequate enough lover? The questions haunted him for weeks.
It was that encounter that helped Peeta decide that he needed to study human sexuality.
What exactly happens to the body when having sex?
The questions and theories were endless, and Peeta spent months researching, but now he's hit a dead end.
This research is impossible without real people giving their input.
Peeta's study is about to be over before it even has the chance to get started.
Katniss can't stop staring at the closed office door. Her cheeks burn when she remembers the dream she had about Dr. Mellark the night before: he was positioned between her legs, his tongue flicking that sensitive nub over and over again. Katniss shifts in her seat as she attempts to relieve the tension building. The image of her hands pulling on the ends of his blonde curls makes Katniss groan outwardly.
"Ms. Everdeen, can I see you for a moment?" Peeta peaks his head out from his office. "It's important."
Katniss quickly stands up from her desk, adjusting her pleated skirt before heading into Peeta's office. The throbbing between her thighs does not seem to be subsiding, and in fact, it only increases as she watches Peeta sit back down in his chair, pulling at his tie.
"Is there something wrong, Dr. Mellark?" Katniss asks nervously. She's been working at Peeta's office for a few months now, and this is the first time he's ever initiated conversation with her. Usually, all she gets is a surly hello in the morning.
"No, there is nothing wrong." Peeta pauses for a moment before continuing. "I'm having a little trouble with my research, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in assisting me? I would pay you for the extra hours."
The offer is tempting. Katniss is in no position to say no to extra money. Her bills continue to pile up, and this secretary job simply isn't cutting it anymore. "What exactly would you need me to do?"
"I need you to take notes and help with the research," Peeta tells her with a smile. Katniss realizes that this is the first time he's smiled at her since they've met. "Ms. Everdeen, this study is highly confidential. I will expect you to keep the matters we discuss to yourself."
Katniss 's no chance that she would ruin this opportunity. "What exactly are you researching?"
"The female orgasm," he says straightforwardly. Katniss feels her cheeks burn and her insides throb when the words tumble off his delicious lips. "I want to know what happens to the body during sex. Is this something you can handle?"
"Absolutely," Katniss answers confidently. If only he knew that her panties are completely soaked, and she's going to be taking care of this situation later tonight.
Katniss sits across from Peeta as he stares at her intensely. It's their first official day of working together on this research project, and Katniss is a little nervous. She wants to be a good assistant and impress Peeta with her hard work and determination.
Peeta's study will raise eyebrows for sure. The idea of discussing sex makes people uncomfortable, but Katniss feels it's an important area to be studied.
"Dr. Mellark?" Katniss says, breaking the silence in the office. "What made you decide to start this study?"
The question has been on her mind for days, and Katniss knows she won't be able to continue the study unless he explains why.
Peeta chews at his bottom lip, debating whether or not to be that candid with Katniss. They barely know one another, but she will be working with him closely from now on.
Still, it's rather embarrassing to admit his shortcomings.
"I believe that men don't take into consideration how women feel," Peeta begins to explain. "I think we need to change how society views sex, especially for women."
Katniss can barely process what she's hearing. How is this man even real? She definitely agrees with his point of view. In her experience, most of the men she's been with don't give a damn about her own needs. A lot of that may be due to the fact that they have no idea what to do, though.
"How do you plan on collecting your data?" Katniss inquires while crossing her legs.
Peeta sighs before answering, "I want to interview people." Katniss leans forward, and Peeta can't help but notice the swell of her breasts in her cream colored top. He quickly diverts his eyes from her chest and back to her face. "Hopefully, I can find common themes between their stories and go from there."
Katniss smiles at him. She didn't miss the way his eyes lingered on her breasts. There's a slight flush in his cheeks which makes her stomach clench in excitement. "What kind of questions would you ask?"
"I'll have them explain what brings them to their climax," Peeta states matter-of-factly. He needs to remain completely professional. Still, there's no denying that Katniss is a beautiful woman. Peeta catches himself staring sometimes. She carries herself with such confidence and sense of self; it's not something he's used to.
"Why don't you ask me some questions?" Katniss suggests, causing Peeta to raise an eyebrow. She isn't sure what prompted her to ask him that, but she wants to see his cheeks flush again. "I mean, I don't mind answering."
Peeta pulls out his notebook and grabs a pen from his drawer. If Katniss is willing to answer then he will interview her. "Okay, why don't we start now?"
Katniss nods as a nervous feeling begins to creep up in her belly. "I'm ready when you are, Dr. Mellark."
"Have you ever had an orgasm?"
She lets out a deep breath, trying to focus on the fact that the man asking her these questions is incredibly attractive. "Ye - yes I have."
Peeta can tell that she's slightly uncomfortable. For a moment, he thinks it might not be a good idea for them to continue, but Katniss did volunteer after all.
"Have most of your orgasms been achieved through vaginal intercourse?"
Katniss chews her lip. She didn't realize how difficult it would be to answer these questions. "No, I rarely orgasm from that alone."
This interests Peeta. He sits forward in his chair and sets down his pen. "Vaginal intercourse rarely causes orgasm…" Peeta mutters to himself.
"Huh?" Katniss sits up straighter in her chair. "Are you talking to me or to yourself?"
Peeta's cheeks flush as he shakes his head. "Sorry, I do that from time to time."
"Clitoral stimulation," Katniss murmurs. The intense heat radiating through her body only seems to be intensifying. Is she really talking about masturbation with this man? "If I stimulate my clitoris, I find that usually always makes me climax," she clarifies.
Peeta exhales the breath he was holding in. "So during vaginal intercourse, if your clitoris is simultaneously stimulated, you…"
"Come?"
"Yes, precisely," Peeta says while rubbing the back of his neck. He admires Katniss' honesty and forthrightness. She's a truly beautiful woman, and Peeta can't deny that he enjoys looking at her. There's something about those piercing gray eyes that leave him wanting more.
Peeta stands pressed up against his office door, the feeling of Katniss' lips burning on his neck.
He looks down at Katniss who kneels in front of him, anxiously waiting to take his cock in her mouth.
Is this really happening? Katniss looks up at Peeta with a wolfish grin before slowly, torturously undoing the zipper of his gray slacks.
His cock presses against the cotton of his underwear, begging to be free, but Katniss makes him wait.
Katniss licks her lips greedily before finally pulling down his underwear, leaving him fully exposed in front of her.
"I guess the rumors about you are true," Katniss whispers while grabbing him at the base of his shaft.
Peeta releases a low growl, thrusting his hips upward so that Katniss will put her hot mouth on him. But still she makes him wait.
She always makes him wait.
"Katniss," Peeta hisses. "I need you so bad."
Her tongue runs up the underside of his cock before swirling around the tip, collecting the moisture seeping out of the slit.
Her mouth is so close to completely enveloping his pulsing cock…
Peeta rests his forehead against the cool tile of his shower wall. His hand continues to move up and down the length of his shaft. He can't stop imagining Katniss' naked body moving on top of him. Ever since they starting working in such close proximity, his dreams about her have become more frequent and more intense. The longer he works with her, the stronger the attraction seems to become. She's the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes upon.
Peeta grunts as he rubs his thumb along the head before moving back to his previous movements. She is so eager to learn and ask questions. He can't deny that she can be a bit distracting with her perfect breasts spilling out of those creamy, white sweaters she wears.
"Mmm… fuck!"
His balls begin to tingle, and Peeta picks up the speed. Katniss' face is what he pictures when he watches the semen spurt from the head of his cock and fall down the shower drain.
Peeta's chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. He's always pleasured himself, but since meeting Katniss, it's become almost routine.
She has no idea the effect she has.
"Dr. Mellark, it's getting late," Katniss says sleepily. They've been working nonstop for hours, and no progress has been made. People are willing to answer questions, but when Peeta suggests the idea of letting him and Katniss watch them pleasure themselves, it changes everyone's minds quickly.
Peeta stands up from his chair and runs his hand through his hair. Katniss watches as he paces back and forth in his spacious office. "I don't understand why people are so reluctant to volunteer!"
Katniss snorts. He can be so dense sometimes. "You are asking women to masturbate in front of you. It can be a bit intimidating."
Peeta bites his lip, and Katniss wonders how it would feel if she was the one doing the biting. "It's for science!" he argues.
"Dr. Mellark," Katniss counters. "Would you be comfortable enough to masturbate in front of me?"
Peeta's eyes practically bulge out of his head. Katniss can't hold back her laughter at his obvious panic. "I'm not asking you to," she explains. "But now you understand what these people may be feeling."
The air is thick between them. Peeta understands what Katniss is saying, but it doesn't help the matter at all. "I need to witness at least one live study."
"I'll do it," Katniss says suddenly. She's tired of Peeta complaining about lack of volunteers. "It's for science so I don't see the problem."
Peeta can barely answer. Is she serious? The thought of Katniss touching herself, making herself climax in front of him leaves Peeta dizzy with desire. "Katniss…" he whispers.
"Stop it," Katniss says before holding up her hand to silence him. "We can't move forward unless you have the proper documentation."
She moves to where Peeta's sitting and places a hand on his chest.
"Katniss, I feel that this is asking too much."
Katniss laughs softly. "I would do whatever you asked of me, Dr. Mellark."
Peeta yanks at his tie. His office is becoming stuffier by the minute. What does she mean by that? Do whatever he asked? This is suppose to be strictly professional, and it might be okay if he wasn't jerking off to her face every night. But how will he be able to focus?
"Do you want to do this now?" Peeta asks nervously, which Katniss takes immediate note of.
She looks around the room, and her eyes linger on the sofa positioned in the corner. It's now or never. Katniss slowly walks over while unbuttoning her blouse. She tells herself repeatedly that it's for science. Peeta is a doctor. He can't know that she thinks of him constantly while touching herself late at night.
"Dr. Mellark, I really believe in this study, and I think you are absolutely brilliant," Katniss says as she pushes down her skirt and removes her shirt.
Peeta shifts in his seat, trying to hide his growing erection. Katniss stands in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and lacy bra. "I'll need you completely naked."
She nods, pushing down the thin fabric. Peeta's cock strains against his pants at the sight of the neatly groomed curls between her legs.
"You can stop if you start to feel uncomfortable," Peeta says as her bra falls to the floor.
His breath catches in his throat when she lies back on the couch and spreads her legs open. Peeta's surprised to see her thighs slightly damp. Is she already aroused?
Katniss looks at him before closing her eyes and sliding her hand down to the juncture between her legs. It won't take long for her to reach climax. Her core throbs as she hears Peeta shift in his seat again.
Her finger massages the soaked folds there before she finally rubs her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. "Oh!"
His face is the only thing she can picture as her fingers continue to work on her swollen nub.
"Katniss," Peeta's voice comes out deeper than normal. Strained. "I need you to tell me what you feel…"
She nods, her breathing becoming more shallow with every passing second. "I - I'm on fire," Katniss says while inserting one finger into her heat. Her walls clench around her finger instantly. Katniss can't help emitting a pleasurable sigh. "Every muscle in my body is tingling…"
Peeta listens to the soft moans that escape her mouth every time her finger brushes over her pleasure point. She bites her lip, and her eyes remain closed as her movements continue to pick up speed. Dr. Mellark's eyes scan every inch of her naked flesh, noting the way her nipples harden and her skin flushes with a reddish hue.
Katniss opens her eyes to look at Peeta. He's leaned back in his chair, his posture rigid, and several beads of sweat are beginning to break out on his forehead. She can't help but notice the glazed look in his normally clear eyes.
Does he want her as much as she wants him? Katniss can almost feel his hot breath on her neck as she imagines him taking her from behind. Lost inside her fantasy, she can even hear the sound of his balls slapping against her backside, and it brings her so much closer to climax.
Katniss feels the tingling heat spread throughout her entire body. She's unaware of Peeta, who is breathing heavily in his chair, fighting the urge to grab his own cock and spill his semen onto her bare chest. It only takes a few more flicks of that sensitive nub before she's screaming out in ecstasy. "Oh…fuck!"
Peeta watches closely as her back arches off the couch, and a rush of liquid coats her fingers and thighs.
He's never seen something so magnificent in his entire life. The way Katniss' body responds to stimulation leaves his own body desperate for release.
"Dr. Mellark?" Katniss' quiet voice makes his cock soften immediately. "Did I do alright?"
Peeta can't help feeling guilty as she stands up from the sofa and begins to dress. He shouldn't be thinking about her in any way that isn't professional. "Katniss, you did fine."
"I'm going to go,"' Katniss says nervously. "I'll see you tomorrow?"
Peeta gives her a reassuring smile before answering. "I will see you tomorrow."