by Ava May
Silence. “Okay? I’m not sure where there is a problem.”
“Naked. He was in his office and I walked in without knocking—stupid, I know—and he was, uh—pleasuring himself.”
My mom’s laugh didn’t make me feel better at all. “He was doing that at work?”
“I guess so, but after that, it sort of made things a little tense to start. He’s kind of a jerk, and his personality doesn’t seem to match the praise I’d heard before accepting the job.”
“Honey, give the man a break. You saw something you certainly shouldn’t have. Did you freak out?”
“Well yeah, it’s not like I planned on walking in on him.”
“So you bruised his ego?”
“How?”
“Well you probably ran off right?”
“Yeah.”
“So because you didn’t peek, like a man would have, he assumes you found something unappealing about him. Makes sense. He probably is one of those men that expect a woman to pant after him.”
I groaned. “Well, he is worthy of some panting. I did see that he’s very attractive.”
“Don’t go there. He’s your boss.”
“Duh, Mother. But I need to go. I’m tired, and I hope tomorrow is better.”
“Good luck, sweetheart.”
“’Night.” Then I hung up and sighed.
She was right. I covered my face and ran away. He probably was offended. Then I gave him a hard time. Yep, I’d screwed myself. He’d never like me now. But what did I care? I didn’t want him to like me, did I?
Chapter 4
Kendrick made sure he locked his door, even though he wasn’t doing anything questionable. He didn’t want a repeat of the day before. After he’d gone home, he realized he couldn’t get his new employee out of his mind. He actually worried she found him unattractive. She didn’t react to him like most women did. If anything, she seemed to care less about his physique.
Then he went into asshole mode and treated her like shit. He’d be lucky if she even showed. It would serve him right. He already had a plan. If she didn’t come to work, he’d go to her house. If she did, well, he’d buck up and apologize for being a prick. All of the patients commented about how sweet she was and that she was knowledgeable and had a great bedside manner. He needed to keep her.
The fact that he’d ended up jacking off to her face was a bit off-putting. She wasn’t his usual type. Not that he didn’t find curvy woman attractive—he did—but it was more because of their conflicting personalities. He found himself thinking about her all day, after work, in his sleep, and first thing when he woke up. That wasn’t him. He didn’t think about women. It was why he kept everything separate.
Tapping his foot, he found himself watching the clock, waiting for her to show up. And after ten minutes, he pushed out of his chair and pulled open his door, wondering if he’d lost her. When he went into the waiting room, he looked out and saw her car. How did he not hear her come in? Instead of staring, he stalked down the hall and then he found her wiping down the counters in one of the rooms.
“Good morning.”
She glanced at him and nodded. “’Morning.”
He braced himself and leaned against the door. “Listen, I don’t really apologize that often, but yesterday I was an ass. I shouldn’t have treated you poorly.”
She smirked and her eyes lit up, making his heart pound. “You still haven’t.”
He glared and ran his hand through his hair, something he seemed to do around her. “Fine, I’m sorry. I wasn’t very kind to you yesterday.”
“Apology accepted. And again I’m sorry. I realize now I must have offended you as well.”
He raised a brow. “Offend me? How?”
She shrugged. “By running off and not gaping at you.”
Before he could stop himself, he asked the question that had bothered him all night. “Well, why didn’t you? Look, I mean?” He felt his cheeks heat and felt like a damned fool. He was thirty-two for fuck’s sake.
She licked her lips and her attention was back on scrubbing the counter. “I did,” she whispered.
He stepped into the room and took the two steps to crowd her space. He shouldn’t have. She smelled fresh and amazing. His hand covered hers, stopping her motions. “Oh?”
She froze and her eyes latched to his hand on hers. He felt her shake before she looked up at him. “Of course I saw. You’re kind of hard to miss.”
“So you find me attractive then.” Statement. He knew he was good-looking.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Ouch.”
She shrugged and pulled her hand out from his. “You’re a little on the cocky side, Doctor.”
“I know women like me. I haven’t found one yet who didn’t. And you’re no different. You’re just better at hiding it.”
He knew he should shut up and stop talking, but instead he kept shoving his foot in deeper. He leaned in and ran his nose along her ear. “I think it only shocked you because you wished you were in there, taking care of me like a woman should.”
She gasped and her green eyes glared at him. “I suggest you move out of my space right now before you find yourself in need of some medical attention.”
He was shocked by the venom in her tone and quickly backed away. Yeah, he pushed it too far, but she was so blasé about him. Most women would have swooned and followed him around.
“Admit it. You find me attractive.”
She planted her hand on her hip and licked her lips, scanning his body. “Physically, sure. I’d fuck you. But your personality leaves something to be desired. That’s more important than a hot body.”
The tension rose at her vulgar words. She eyed him like a piece of candy while insulting him, and he still found himself raging for her. “Your mouth’s too pretty to talk like that, Peyton.” He moved back into her space and instantly her body tensed, but she didn’t hit him. Instead, she surprised the hell out of him and cupped him, squeezing his dick. His eyes rolled back. “What are you doing?”
She turned the tables and shoved him back until his back hit the wall, pressing her body against his. The feel of her tits elicited a groan. Her hand still cupped him, and now she massaged him through his scrubs.
“This is what you wanted, right?” She slid her other hand up his chest and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her height before pressing her lips to his.
He didn’t know what to do. The shock took over and he kissed her back before he realized he was at work—his work. He yanked his mouth from hers and groaned when he saw how beautiful she looked. Her green eyes had darkened with dilated pupils. Her chest heaved, and he knew she was feeling the same thing he did.
“This is not the time or the place.”
She shrugged and licked her lips before narrowing her eyes on his erection. “Your office then?”
At first he went to say no, but then he realized he wanted to say yes. For the first time he wanted to fuck someone a little too close to home. She already didn’t like him so he knew she wouldn’t feel jilted.
“No hard feelings after?”
She shook her head and smiled. “None whatsoever.”
He nodded. “Let’s go. I want you bent over my desk while I fuck you from behind.”
She gasped at his words and hurried around him. He watched the sway of her hips as she looked over her shoulder and winked at him. “Come get me then, Doctor. I’ve been naughty.” Then she disappeared in his office like she owned the place.
Ah, hell. Things just got complicated. She was pretty much the perfect woman. So far he’d never found one that liked to play.
Chapter 5
What the hell was I doing? The tension between me and my new boss was thick. Maybe if we just fucked and got it over with, things would run smoothly. I knew he was attracted to me like I was to him. He cornered me on purpose so I played back. It wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice to be with him one time. Hell, I needed a good lay. M
y body craved something great, and I was hoping he wasn’t a selfish lover, because I intended to get off too.
It didn’t take long for him to follow me. He ripped his shirt off before the door clicked shut and locked the door. “Strip,” he ordered, and he voice shot right to my pussy. I didn’t usually like taking orders, but for him I was starting to think I’d do just about anything.
I kicked my shoes off and stripped my clothes off. I knew there wasn’t much time, and I needed this to be fast and awesome. I stood bare to him and for a bit I worried about how he would take in my tattoos as well as all the curves. I’d come to terms with being a big girl, but a lot of men didn’t like women who had meat on their bones. But when I met his eyes I learned real quick he wasn’t one of them. His eyes devoured my body and I shook with nerves and need. I wasn’t usually so brazen, but something about him brought out a new side of me. I wasn’t sure if I liked her—yet.
When Kendrick’s big hand gripped my hips and yanked my body into his, I smiled and tipped my head back. “I thought you wanted me bent over your desk.”
He nodded his head. “I do. But first—” then he kissed me like he was dying and I was the only thing in the world that could breathe life back into him. I felt hot and dizzy all at once and prayed I’d be able to stay on my feet. Never before had I felt a kiss like that. When his tongue touched mine it traveled straight down, and I shivered as he took my mouth with such finesse. I knew he was well-practiced. This man knew how to fucking kiss.
When I moaned, he spun me around and gripped my hips as he led me to his desk, which was cleaned off. He pushed down on my spine, and I gasped at the cold against my breasts and stomach, but I didn’t fight him. When he ran his hands over my ass and between my legs, shoving them apart, I might have come, but then he slapped my ass. Hard. I yelped and felt my juices slide down my leg.
“Such a pretty ass,” he whispered and I groaned. I expected the next slap and my legs lost all feeling, but I didn’t slide to the floor in a puddle. He held me firmly and stood behind me. The tip of his erection slid down the crack until it reached the wetness letting him know how much I liked what he did.
“You’re fucking hot, Peyton,” he said, and slid inside. There was no waiting, no slow moving as he thrust into me. The burn quickly turned to pleasure when he wrapped one arm around my front and rubbed my clit. I spread my legs further, allowing him better access, and he took advantage, slamming into me with such force that my teeth slammed together. But I loved it. I wanted to be fucked, and that was exactly what he was doing.
I moaned and cried, nearly sobbing when I was so close and he pulled out. I yelled, and he chuckled, kissing me before he dragged me to the floor. Then he hovered over me, watching me with an overwhelming intensity before sliding gently back inside of my pussy. I clenched around him and bit my lip to keep from crying out.
Without prompting, I wrapped my thick legs around him, burying him deeply inside of me. When he was fully seated the motion changed. Instead of a fast pounding, Kendrick took his time and it was different. Still, he didn’t speak and I didn’t feel inclined to talk. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes, savoring the moment and avoiding his stare all at once.
His wet tongue lapped at my nipples and I screamed when he blew over it. It was the last straw and brought me over the edge. Faster than I could grasp, my climax slammed into me and rocked through my body—hard. That was his cue and he sped up again ramming into me as he searched for his release. I lifted my hips as my body shook, and clenched my inner walls around his cock, pulling his orgasm on. He yelled out my name and poured his semen inside of me. It was then I realized something very stupid on both of our parts. We didn’t use protection. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
He squeezed me tightly against him as he rocked into me. It was too intimate, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment so I went with it, knowing this was the one and only time I’d be with him. I gripped his face in my hands and kissed him sweetly. He didn’t fight it, but the kiss quickly heated and I felt him harden inside of me. Pulling back I laughed. “No time. I need to clean up.”
He nodded and easily helped me to my feet. There were no words. The silence stretched between us as we both put on our clothes. I didn’t stick around and went to my own space, shutting the door. I would be embarrassed later. Especially because Jazzy had most likely heard it all. I blushed thinking about it and was ashamed. Things weren’t supposed to be like this, and of course I let my libido to overtake my rational mind. The sound of the doorbell was a relief. The tension left my body when I realized we’d gotten lucky. Thank fuck for small favors.
Chapter 6
She avoided him all day long. Kendrick wasn’t the type of man to sit back and be ignored. If he wanted something, he took it—period. The problem he found though, was that she was able to easily ignore him, like he hadn’t made love to her beautiful body. She acted like things hadn’t changed. He should have been freaking out because of his thoughts of wanting more, but instead he was freaking out because Peyton did everything she could all day long to stay away from him.
He didn’t get it. The sex had been fucking unreal. She was the first woman he wanted to go back to. When he finally had gotten her alone, she kept her eyes down and didn’t give him a chance to say a word. Her phone went off, and instead of ignoring the call like he hoped, she picked it up. He hadn’t missed her grimace and chuckled, realizing she answered her phone to avoid him, and whoever was calling her wasn’t someone she wanted to talk to.
She slid out of the room and quickly disappeared down the hall. It didn’t take him long to realize she regretted it. He shouldn’t have cared. It made his life easier since he’d broken his fucking rules for her. There wouldn’t be any mix of personal and professional. The one thing he worked hard to keep. No one in town knew of the things he did, and the women he slept with didn’t know anything about him. He fucked them, plain and simple.
How come that bothered him now? Before meeting Peyton, he never had an issue with how he handled business. He was a sexual man, and he didn’t want any attachments. He didn’t want a whiny woman making expectations of him. He liked his freedom to do as he chose. He’d even gone so far as to pick a specific night of the week to go stay in the city away from home. He had an apartment and everything. He went to a bar or club, picked up a woman, took her home, fucked her, and then sent her on her way. She was never allowed to stay the night, and he was always in control. It worked.
Until it didn’t. Peyton wasn’t someone he’d take to his apartment. She was someone he wanted to take to his bed. That thought alone shot a thrill right to his dick. He had been hard all day long. His poor dick didn’t realize he was getting the cold shoulder.
The day was over, and by the time he finished his stuff, she was gone. Her car was gone, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was gone for good. He hoped not and would hunt her down. She was an adult and couldn’t run from him. Kendrick Adams got what he wanted, and now he wanted Peyton. In his bed for as long as he could handle.
He smiled. He probably just needed to have her another time to get her out of his system. It hadn’t ever happened before, but there was a first time for everything.
* * * *
The next morning, Kendrick waited patiently to see if he would have to go to her home and drag her in by her sexy long ponytail. Five till eight, she walked in and smiled.
“’Morning,” she said and he watched, confused, as she made her way past him. There was no tension, no glare, and no bitter tone.
He followed behind her, stepping into her office as she set her stuff down. “You okay?”
She blinked her green eyes at him and nodded. “I’m good.”
He watched her curiously. “Okay, get a room ready. I have a family coming in early. All five kids are sick. They’ll be here in a few minutes. Tammy has to work, so I see her before office hours.”
“Okay, will do.”
Kendrick left the room, shaking his head. She
was a moody woman. One minute she was biting his head off, then she was kissing him, and then all day she ignored him. Now she came in acting like nothing happened. He was offended. She should have been blushing and batting her lashes at him, hoping for more. Right now, he didn’t have time to question her. Not with the five kids coming in. He had to be ready for a lot of crying and violence. Tammy’s children weren’t the most pleasant, especially when they were sick.
Less than ten minutes later, Peyton stuck her head in his office. “The big family is here, and those kids are sick as heck.”
He nodded. “I’ll be right there; you have them all set up?”
“Yeah, did temps and updated their charts too.”
“Thank you.”
Her eyes widened in surprise before she walked away. He wasn’t that much of an ass, was he? She was too surprised that he was polite. Shit. She had already told him she didn’t like him. How the hell was he going to get her to come home with him? He wanted her desperately. Already he craved her touch, her kiss. It was pathetic. He stormed out of his office and took a deep breath before he went into the room. The room was littered with kids ranging from two to twelve. All five of them were pale and gaunt looking. He looked over the charts. All had fevers and then the littlest one vomited all over the floor. The flu. There wasn’t much he could do.
“Hey, Tammy. The kids are definitely sick. I’m pretty sure it’s the flu, but let me check them out.”
After he had given each kid a thorough exam, he didn’t have anything for her. It was the flu. It could last as little as a day or up to two weeks. “Sorry, honey. It’s the flu. All of them need to go home and get into bed. Try to keep liquids in them, and don’t be surprised if none of them eat.”
“Shit, I can’t miss work, and who wants to watch five sick kids… no one.” Tears filled her eyes and before he could pull her into his arms to hug her, there was a small knock at the door.
He opened it to see Peyton nibbling her lip. “I couldn’t help but overhear.” She licked her lips. “I could watch them. If you give me the day off, that is.”
