I stood to leave the doctors’ lounge and stopped when I saw Sonny. She was holding a long white box.
“Oh no. Not again.” This was the third day in a row.
“These just came for you.” She approached me, her eyes giddy.
I took the box from her arms and placed it on the bench next to me. There was a card on top, but I was afraid to read it.
“Thanks.” I dismissed her with a frown.
I could tell she wanted to stay and see what was inside and who it was from, but I needed the lounge to myself. We both knew the Wranglers’ quarterback had sent the surprise.
I pulled the lid from the box. I stared at the dozens of orchids spilling from the tissue-lined center.
“Oh my God.” I covered my mouth. They were delicate and gorgeous. And expensive.
I touched the petals of purple and white. They felt like butterfly wings. And my stomach felt like butterflies were dancing inside. I was excited and nervous and slightly horrified. I couldn’t accept another gift like this from a patient. Especially a patient that made me feel the way he did.
I covered the flowers, not sure what to do with them. It wasn’t like I could toss them in the trash. They were too beautiful. And I certainly couldn’t leave them with the nurses—the gossip would never die down. I tucked the box under my arm. My only choice was to take them home. Damn that Wes Blakefield. Damn him.
I walked through the door, carefully placing the delicate package on the counter. I searched through the cabinets for a vase. I didn’t even know if I had one here. Everything came standard with the apartment. I spotted one in the cupboard over the refrigerator. I stood on a stool and retrieved it from its high perch. After filling it halfway with water, I arranged the flowers. The purple and white petals floated in the air. I couldn’t help but grin. No man had sent me flowers like these before. I could only imagine what he had spent on them.
I took out a bowl, ready to heat some soup, when my phone rang. I dug through my bag until I found it.
“Hello, this is Dr. Ashworth.”
“Hey, Doc.”
My stomach gripped. The butterflies came to a full screeching halt.
“How did you get my number?” My mind raced. Did I give it to him? Did he somehow hypnotize me with his eyes to get it?
“Pulled a few strings.” He laughed on the other end. “Did you like the flowers?”
“Oh, the flowers.” I stared at the exotic blooms. “They’re beautiful, but you can’t send me things like that. I’m your doctor.”
“It’s just a thank you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well thank you for the thank you, but…”
“And did you like the Wranglers gear? How about the chocolates?” he asked.
“They were all great. And delicious.” I had almost devoured the entire chocolate collection last night, drowning my misery in the candy. “But none of this is necessary. Really. A simple thank you is enough.”
“You know what I do think is necessary?” His voice was deep and low in my ear. I couldn’t help the chill it sent to my toes.
“Don’t tell me you’re already out of your prescription?”
His laughter was warm. “No, this isn’t a medical call.”
My stomach flipped. “It’s not?”
“No, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for the past few days.”
“Oh,” I whispered. I wasn’t about to tell him I had the same problem. It didn’t help that every day he sent me a reminder.
“I want to take you out.”
I shook my head. “You can’t. That’s not going to happen.”
“Come on, Doc. It’ll be fun. You seem like the kind of girl who could use a little fun.”
“And what does that mean? I’m fun.” Since I had left D.C., there was nothing fun about me. But he didn’t know that. Or did he?
“It’s only dinner.”
“So that’s what the flowers, chocolates, and jersey were all about? This is your way of asking me out?”
“Did it work?” I could hear the sexiness dripping off his lips without even seeing him.
“I-I—” He had me completely flustered. Damn it. “The gifts were nice, but—”
“How about this? I’ll have a car pick you up tomorrow night at seven at your place. Wear something sexy, unless you just want to wear your white coat or my jersey.” I pictured him waggling his eyebrows at me.
I blushed, feeling the heat spread through my body. “This is not happening.”
“It is. The driver will be at your door at seven. See you then. Good night, Doc.”
Before I could protest, he hung up. I stared at the blank screen in my hand. I was outraged. He had my phone number and my address, and he clearly knew how to make my panties wet. I growled, tossing the soup into the sink.
I was not going out with a patient. No. It wasn’t happening.
7
Wes
I paced in front of my view of the city. She hadn’t said yes, but I was confident she would be here. I gave the driver her address and strict instructions not to show up without the hot doctor. I’d have his ass if he didn’t deliver her to my door.
It was bold. It was cocky. But I knew what I wanted. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until I had a taste of that hot surgeon. And I was going to get it. I would lick every inch of her. I would have her begging for my cock. She was so uptight, she didn’t know what she needed. But I did. She needed to be fucked by Wes Blakefield.
Sitting around my apartment for the past few days, I didn’t have much to do but come up with ways to seduce her. One thing led to another, and after three days, I had spent a fortune just to get the woman to my apartment. If tonight went as planned, it would all be money well spent.
I had been cooped up in here while the Wranglers training team came up with a plan to get me back to practice. I was starting to feel desperate. With the first game for which I would be on the bench only days away, I needed a distraction. Something to make me forget I wouldn’t be on the field. That distraction was Lennon.
I crossed the room when I heard a knock on the door. Right on time.
I opened it to find Lennon Ashworth glaring at me.
“Hi, there, Doc.”
She was sexier than fuck. She was wearing a tiny black dress that showed off her sculpted waist and long legs. I stared at her breasts, inhaling sharply when I saw her nipples poking against the thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I’m here.” She barged past me. “Okay. All your tricks and tactics worked. I’m here.”
I took in the heels that laced up around her ankles. Yes, those were definitely staying on tonight. I smiled at her.
“I’m glad.” I offered her a glass of wine.
“This is totally against hospital policy.” She gulped half the glass. “And I don’t even know why I’m here, except I knew you wouldn’t take no for an answer and you were going to send that driver whether I dressed up or not, so I dressed up, and here I am and…”
I laughed. She was beautiful mad. I was going to enjoy tonight. Most women tried to seduce me. It had been a while since I got to play chase.
“You think this is all funny?” she smarted off, eyes blazing.
“No.” I shook my head. “I think you’re beautiful.”
She sighed. “See? That’s the problem with you. Lines, and more lines. And you think gifts and flirting and all those forlorn looks are going to get to me, and you think you can buy me and seduce me and impress me and…”
I stepped toward her and she suddenly stopped her tirade. She looked up at me and I couldn’t hold back. My lips crashed down against her mouth, inhaling her. My tongue slipped against hers, tasting the wine on her lips. She moaned the sweetest sound as I sucked against her lip and wrapped my good hand around her waist.
“Wait, wait.” She pushed back. “This is exactly what I was talking about.” Her eyes flared, but she wasn’t mad. I’d seen that look a thousand times. She was turned on.
“We
both know why you came here tonight.” A woman like her never would have left her apartment if she didn’t want to. Driver or not. Persistence or not. She was interested in what I had to offer her.
“And why is that?” She put her hands on her hips.
“Because you know you want to get fucked properly.”
Her eyes turned to round saucers. “Excuse me? Are we going back to that nurse bit because I thought we had that all cleared up.”
I shook my head. “No, we’re doing the fucking hot, sexy doctor bit.” I kissed her neck and her head rolled back.
“This isn’t good. I know your type. I know this doesn’t mean anything to you. I’m just another conquest to the great Wes Blakefield.”
“And what exactly does it have to mean?” I held her chin with my finger and thumb. “Haven’t you ever had sex because you’re attracted to someone and you know it’ll feel fucking incredible?”
She lowered her eyelashes. “I don’t think so.”
“Then you’ve been missing out, Doc.” I brushed my lips over hers. It took everything in me not to devour her on the spot.
“I can’t.” She closed her eyes. “I’ll get fired.”
My left hand found the zipper on the back of her dress and threaded it down to her ass. The sleeves slipped off her shoulders.
“And who’s going to tell them?” I asked, peeling the fabric from her skin. Her breasts pointed toward me as the dress fell to the floor around her ankles. She was wearing a black lace thong.
Her chest heaved with heavy breaths. “I’ve never—this isn’t a good idea.”
“Shh.” I placed my finger over her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth. She started sucking lightly and groaned as I pulled it out.
Her eyes opened. “I can’t sleep with you. This is a mistake.”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I crushed my mouth over hers again, pulling her naked body against mine. My dick twitched inside my pants. All I had to do was bend her over the kitchen counter and with a flick of my zipper, I could thrust deep inside her. I slapped her ass and she squealed.
“Wes, I don’t think this is me. I’m not like your other girls.”
I whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you try it?” I slid my hand over the roundness over her ass. “Let me show you how much fun we can have.”
“And what kind of fun is that?”
“The dirty kind.” I grinned. “The kind that will make you feel so good, you’ll forget everything else in your life.”
She sighed. “You can do that?”
“Oh, yeah.” I nodded. “But you have to do as I say.”
Her sapphire eyes darted back and forth. “One night,” she stated.
I wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind. She was going to be mine.
“I want you to sit on the couch,” I ordered.
For a moment she hesitated, but stepped out of the dress and walked to the couch, slowly sitting on the center cushion.
I smiled. “Now I only have one good arm, Doc.” I sauntered over to her. “So you’re going to have to help me.”
She stared at me as I sank into the seat next her. I pushed against her chest until she was lying on the couch.
“Spread your legs.” My hand ran over her nipples and down the soft skin of her stomach. She didn’t move. “I said, spread your legs.” My voice was firm. I wasn’t used to repeating myself.
She moved one leg and then the other until I could see her beautiful center. I traced over the small patch of lace covering her clit and slid it to the side. She moaned as I slipped a finger inside her and curled it deep. She bucked off the couch. Damn, she was tight.
“God, I’m going to love fucking you.” I grinned as I lowered my head.
First I licked her thighs, kissing and sucking as I moved closer to where my finger was pumping in and out of her. Her head thrashed to the side as I gnashed my teeth once before sucking her clit.
“Oh, God!” Her legs fell to the side and I licked and sucked, tasting her with a thirst I’d never felt. My tongue plunged inside her as her walls squeezed against me. I flicked her tight little bud as I dipped in and out, over and over, while her hips frantically fought against me. Her hands were in my hair, and she was moaning and screaming as I picked up the pace.
With one long, slow lick I had her. She convulsed around me. Pulsing and mewing. I lapped at her juices while her body vibrated against my tongue. Just when I thought the crest had fallen, she started again, this time screaming my name, pressing my tongue deep inside her. I licked and sucked harder, wanting her, needing her. Loving every second I tasted her. I looked up, watching her writhe on the couch. Her nipples hard. Her beautiful body glistening while she came down from her orgasm. I’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life.
She ran her fingers through her hair, opening her eyes to catch me admiring her.
I kissed the inside of her thigh, and she let it fall to the side, hitting my right hand.
“Shit.” I winced.
“Oh God, I’m sorry.” Lennon scrambled from the couch to look at my hand.
“It’s fine.” The pain fired through my fingers up to my elbow.
“I can’t believe I did that.” She looked horrified. “When’s the last time you took something?”
“Really. I’m good.” I grinned at her. “How did that feel?”
“Like I just did something really, really bad.”
“You didn’t act like you felt bad.” I held my right hand to my chest, trying to forget the pain, and traced the side of her face with my good hand. I had tried to cut out the painkillers. I didn’t want to be on that shit any longer than I had to be.
She blushed. “I shouldn’t have let that happen.”
“But you liked it. And you weren’t thinking about anything else, were you?”
She shook her head. Her lips opened as I traced them with my fingertips. Her tongue toyed with the edges and I groaned. God, I wanted to fuck her beautiful mouth.
I let my finger run from her lips, down her throat, to her breast. I squeezed and twisted one of her nipples until she let out a cry.
I’d wanted to touch them since I met her. They were perfect, like the rest of her body. I lowered my mouth to take her nipple between my teeth. She bowed at the impact, but I felt her hips rock slowly as I sucked harder.
“Oh,” she moaned.
My cock strained against my pants. I was harder than a block of concrete. This woman was killing me. I wanted to fuck her every way possible. And I would.
8
Lennon
The entire ride to Wes’s apartment, I thought of every excuse to give the driver and have him turn around. I knew exactly what was going to happen tonight. When Wes opened the door and I saw his green eyes, I was angry he had lured me here. Angry enough to walk back out, but that kiss. He kissed me, shaking my soul, firing my blood, stealing the anger right from my breath.
I leaned into him, convincing myself that for one night it was okay to be played. The words in my ear promised I’d forget everything else. And it was true. He had sent two orgasms ripping through me with the heat and rhythm of his tongue. Nothing had ever felt like that. This was a man who could deliver on his promise. And it was what I needed. I wanted a night during which I wouldn’t remember everything else in my life. A night I could be a woman.
“Let’s take this to my bed.” He pushed off the couch and helped me up. I was still wearing my heels and lace thong.
My legs felt weak. I couldn’t believe what I had let Wes do to me. I splayed myself on his couch, letting him lick me like a lollipop. And he did it so perfectly I forgot everything and only felt the sensations surging through my core.
As we walked into his room, I reached down to unlace the ties around my ankles, but Wes stopped me.
“No. I didn’t say you could take those off.”
“But—”
“My bed. My rules.” He reached for his buckle, and I watched his pants hit
the ground. I swallowed hard, remembering his glorious cock from our first meeting.
I walked toward him. With one arm in a sling, he was doing considerably well, but I started to unbutton his shirt.
“This okay?” I asked.
He nodded as his mouth dipped toward mine. I groaned as his tongue twined along mine. I almost forgot to continue unbuttoning, but I felt the hard planes of his chest as I slid the shirt off his shoulder. My nails traced over the athletic muscles, memorizing every inch of skin. Feeling the heat between us.
He planted a hard kiss on my lips before pulling back. I stood there, waiting for his next move. I’d never let a man tell me what to do in bed. Sex wasn’t like that for me. But right now, it felt electrifying. My entire body pulsed with new life. My skin tingled. My nipples were hard, and my panties were soaking wet.
Wes circled me. His eyes trailed every part of my nakedness. I fought the urge to cover my breasts. I felt my nipples get harder, aching for his mouth. Aching for some kind of release. I liked how his tongue felt when it flicked over me. I liked how his teeth nipped, combining pain and pleasure in all my sensitive spots. He took me to a place I’d never been. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this.
He reached for the sling over his shoulder. “You can’t take that off,” I warned, going into doctor mode.
He glared at me. “That’s not your decision.”
I bit my lower lip, trying to remind myself I wasn’t his surgeon right now. I was the naked girl in his bedroom. I was the girl he had taken to orgasm heaven. I was the girl that had let him lick me until I was begging for more.
“Take off the panties,” he whispered.
I hooked the edges of the black lace and scooted them over my hips, careful not to trip in my heels when I stepped out of them.
I heard a low growl come from his chest. “Get on the bed on all fours.”
I swallowed hard. Oh my God. But I crawled onto the navy comforter more turned on than I had been in my life. I was getting ready to let Wes fuck me from behind. He had already studied my body, but I was giving him an entirely new view. I felt the wetness between my legs. I’d never been this reckless. I’d never been this sexual. I’d never been this dirty.
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