Erotic One-Shot: The Billionaire's Dentist

I was wrapping up my final appointment of the day when Mrs. Smith finally exited my office. As I reached to close the door behind her, a familiar hand forcefully pushed it open.

The hand was adorned with a luxury watch, its sleek design catching the light as his cufflinked sleeve brushed past me. My breath hitched in my throat as my gaze trailed up the strong arm until it landed on Elliot Vince’s face, staring back at me. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the sight of him, causing my heart to skip a beat.

Elliot Vince. The most powerful, influential billionaire in the country. The man I’d only seen on magazine covers, at red-carpet events, and occasionally featured on business channels. And, of course, the man whose presence overwhelmed me more than anyone else I’d ever met.

He had been in my office last week to fix a broken tooth, a strange encounter in itself—why a man like him had ended up at my small practice was beyond me—but I had done the job. Or so I thought.

Had something gone wrong with the repair? My stomach twisted in knots at the thought. He didn’t look particularly pleased, but then again, I’d never seen him look happy. Not in pictures, not in interviews, not even in person. Elliot Vince always seemed composed, cold, and closed off from the world. His entire persona exuded an air of power and mystery.

But that only made him more appealing. There was something magnetic about him, something that drew me in despite my better judgment. I wanted to remain professional, but deep down, the truth was that I craved something I had no business craving—him.

“Mr. Vince,” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat as I tried to steady my trembling hands on the doorknob. “Is everything all right with the filling?”

His icy blue eyes locked onto mine, piercing me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. He was far too close for comfort, and the scent of his expensive cologne filled the air around me, heady and intoxicating.

“It’s fine, Dr. Dupont,” he said, his deep, velvety voice sending a shockwave through my body. “I’m here for something else.”

“Something else?” My brows furrowed in confusion. His eyes bore into me, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as if he knew exactly what effect he was having on me.

“I need whitening.”

Whitening? I blinked, trying to process his words. Out of all the services I offered, why on earth would he come to me for something as simple as that? It made no sense. Surely a man like him had a personal dentist or could access the best in the world at a moment’s notice.

But here he was. Standing in my office, commanding all the space with his powerful presence. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

“Whitening…,” I echoed dumbly, my brain struggling to keep up. “Okay. Of course, Mr. Vince, you can…sit in the chair.”

I gestured to the dental chair, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped the clipboard I was holding. Why did he have this effect on me? It wasn’t just that he was incredibly handsome—tall, with dark-blond hair styled to perfection, broad shoulders filling out his tailored suit. No, it was something deeper. He radiated authority, confidence, and power in every move, every glance. His energy was almost suffocating in its intensity.

And I was drawn to it. Despite the professionalism I clung to, every fiber of my being wanted to feel his touch, to melt into the dangerous allure of the man before me.

Elliot didn’t sit down immediately. Instead, he watched me for a long moment, his eyes scanning my face as if he could see right through me. Then, with calculated movements, he sat on the dentistry chair.

“Why are you holding yourself back from me?” His voice was low, laced with a seductive tone that made my breath hitch.

I froze, my heart hammering in my chest as I struggled to form words. “I don’t… I don’t know what you mean.”

His lips curled into a small, knowing smile. He leaned closer to me. My body reacted before I could stop it, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as the space between us diminished. He reached up, his hand brushing softly along my jawline, his touch both gentle and electrifying.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he whispered, his thumb grazing my bottom lip, making my skin heat up beneath his touch. My mind was screaming for me to pull away, to maintain my professionalism, but my body was betraying me, every part of me leaning into him.

I could feel his breath on my skin, warm and inviting, his lips so close to mine that I could almost taste him. My heart raced uncontrollably, my resolve crumbling with every second that passed.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I walked into your office last week.” Elliot’s voice was barely above a murmur, but the weight of his words sent a flood of heat through me. My knees weakened, and before I could stop myself, I let out a soft, involuntary sigh, my body moving toward his.

That was all the invitation he needed.

With a quick motion, he cupped my face in his hands and pulled me into him, his lips crashing against mine.

The kiss was rough, demanding, but it ignited something deep inside me. I moaned softly into his mouth, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as I gave in to the intensity of the moment.

Elliot kissed me like he had been waiting forever for this, his tongue parting my lips, exploring every corner of my mouth with a raw hunger that made my toes curl. I could barely keep up, lost in the sensation of his mouth devouring mine.

His hands moved from my face to my waist, pulling me closer to him until there was no space between our bodies. I could feel the hard planes of his chest pressed against me, his heat seeping into my skin.

And then, acting on pure instinct, I climbed onto his lap, straddling him in the dentist’s chair. He broke the kiss for just a second, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at me.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. “You’re even better than I imagined.”

His words sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t help but smile, though it quickly disappeared as he pulled me down for another kiss, this one even more heated than before. His fingers went to the buttons of my lab coat, unbuttoning it with practiced ease, while my hands fumbled to unbutton his shirt.

I peeled off my lab coat and shirt in one fluid motion, feeling his eyes linger on my breasts with an almost primal hunger. The sound that escaped his throat was low and animalistic, and it sent a shiver of desire coursing through me.

Elliot leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along my collarbone. He slowly made his way down to my breasts. His hand deftly unclasped my bra, and the cool air against my bare skin sent goosebumps across my body.

He didn’t waste any time—his mouth latched onto one of my nipples, sucking and teasing it with a maddening slowness that made me moan out loud. My hips ground against him, feeling the hard length of his cock straining through his pants.

In response, he lightly nipped at my nipple, not enough to hurt, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he moved to my other breast, repeating the same torturous pleasure.

In one smooth motion, Elliot lifted me off his lap and stood, setting me down on the chair before him. He shrugged off his jacket and shirt, his chiseled body on full display, every muscle taut and defined.