I was laid up with an injury, so Scarlett was looking after me. She asked the doctor for some iodine and cotton swabs.
The doc was swamped, and since I wasn't in bad shape, he handed the stuff to Scarlett.
Scarlett dipped a cotton swab in iodine and gently dabbed the corner of my lips. "Why'd you let him punch you without fighting back?"
"How do you know I let him?" I was puzzled by her confidence, like she was sure I could take Sam down easily.
"He's about my height, maybe shorter, and so skinny. His arm muscles are thinner than your forearms. No way he could take you unless you let him. Otherwise, he wouldn't even touch your face."
She had a point. Scarlett was 5'6", and Sam did seem shorter and definitely not a match for me.
"You know me too well. He was trying to hit on you."
"You didn't have to get hurt, though. Does it hurt a lot?"
"It's fine. This little injury is nothing compared to you. But remember, besides Ryan, only I get to touch your boobs, got it?"
With that, I reached out and squeezed Scarlett's breasts, feeling the fullness spill between my fingers.
"Be gentle, don't squeeze too hard," Scarlett murmured softly.
"Even if I squeeze too hard, they're still mine." I found her nipple through her clothes and rubbed it with my thumb, feeling it harden under my touch.
"Is it getting hard? Can you feel it?" I asked, my voice rough.
Scarlett's breathing got heavier, as she bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan, her brow furrowed in concentration.
"If you want to moan, just do it. It's okay," I said.
"No, I can't... someone might hear."
"It's okay, just keep it down."
I grabbed her breasts with both hands, pushing them together so her hard nipples stuck out, their outlines visible through her clothes.
Feeling a bit parched, I pushed Scarlett's jacket open, spreading the collar to reveal a thin shirt that showed the shape of her bra.
Through the shirt, I pushed her bra up, her large breasts falling into my hands and bouncing, making my heart skip a beat.
"So beautiful, Scarlett. Your breasts are the most beautiful I've ever seen."
I couldn't help but suck on her nipple through her clothes, licking and sucking frantically, my saliva wetting the shirt around her nipple.
I pressed my tongue hard against the fabric, trying to rub the shirt with my tongue until it tore.
"Be... gentle with the licking."
"How can I make you feel good if I'm gentle?"
After licking her left breast, I moved to the right, using the same method to lick and suck frantically.
Scarlett seemed to weaken from my licking, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around my neck, leaning on me.
With one hand squeezing her breast and the other arm around her waist, I pulled her towards me, her chest lifting up, her breasts falling into my mouth by inertia.
Scarlett's mouth was close to my ear, letting out these soft, heart-racing moans.
As I kept licking, I didn't even notice how soaked her shirt had gotten with my saliva. The white fabric was now see-through, showing off her pink, plump nipples and round, white breasts.
It wasn't until someone knocked on the exam room door that I let go of Scarlett.
"I'll let you go for now, but when we get back, I'm gonna strip you naked and have my way with you," I whispered in her ear while helping her get dressed. Once the wet spot was covered, I grabbed her hand, and we walked out of the hospital.
By the time we left, the company was already closed. Scarlett took me to the mall to grab some groceries. I pushed the cart while she picked out items.
When we got to the veggie section, Emily showed up, pushing her own cart.
"What a coincidence, you shopping too?" I greeted her.
Emily nodded, "Yeah, just stocking up on some food."
"Who's this?" Scarlett asked, looking a bit confused.
"Emily Clark, a new colleague who joined the company with me," I explained to Scarlett, then turned to Emily. "This is my brother's wife, Scarlett Lewis. She's also the head of HR at the company."
Scarlett extended her hand with a professional smile, "Hi, I'm Scarlett."
"Hello," Emily replied.
Even though it was a simple intro, Scarlett's confidence and professional vibe were super attractive.
Later, as I pushed the cart next to Scarlett, she placed her hand on top of mine, making us look like a couple who'd been together for years.
Emily glanced at us, then pushed her cart away without saying anything.
Once she was gone, Scarlett slipped her hand between mine, playing with my fingers. "Does your colleague like you?"
"No way. I haven't even talked to her much since I started," I quickly denied.
I silently prayed she didn't like me at all. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to face John, especially since she used to be Robert's mistress.
Even though Emily didn't willingly become his mistress, it still made me uncomfortable and disgusted just thinking about it.
Scarlett, on the other hand, had been with Ryan, but they were married, so it was normal. Plus, Ryan's sexual performance wasn't great; he couldn't even reach the depths of her, which was somewhat comforting to me.
"Maybe it's your charisma that attracts her. But with your strong physique, she looks very quiet and slim, seems quite compatible with you," Scarlett said, pinching the muscles of my arm while eyeing Emily.
Feeling a bit annoyed, I leaned down and lightly bit her earlobe. "I think my strong body matches well with your curves. Only your big boobs can handle my big size; no one else can."
With that, I pulled her into my arms, squeezing her breasts right there in the store.