by Rye Hart
Maybe it was for the best she'd see Dr. Garcia in the future. I wasn't sure I could handle seeing her again. Especially if the exams got to be more up close and personal – which they might.
***
Of all the people to see on my first official day at a new office. I couldn't get my mind off of Camille. I knew it was wrong of me, but I was distracted, imagining what might have happened if Paola hadn't stepped in when she did.
Maybe I was wrong, maybe she wasn't leaning in for a kiss. Maybe I was misreading the signals and seeing things that weren't actually there. I mean, she'd just broken up with her fiancé', would she really be ready to move on so quickly? My life was complicated enough and the last thing I wanted or needed was even more complications.
Before bed that night though, I found myself thinking about her again. I closed my eyes and saw those luscious curves and recalled the way the smooth skin of her stomach felt beneath my hands. I remembered the way her hair cascaded around her perfectly oval face, bringing out the pale freckles that dotted her milky white skin.
Lying in bed, I pushed my boxers down my hips and kept my eyes closed. Feeling myself stiffen, I gripped my thickening rod. Laying there with my cock in hand, I envisioned it being Camille's hand wrapped around my prick. I pictured her small and gentle hands moving up and down my shaft – just like she'd done at a party neither of us had wanted to be at a long time ago.
I remember that we'd snuck away from the party, hiding in an office filled with books. Things between us moved from innocent to heated pretty quickly. But our fooling around never got very far since we'd been interrupted. Just like we had by Paola earlier.
Nothing ever happened between us since, but I'd jacked off to memories of that night for years. Now, with images of her firmly in my mind, I clearly pictured the grown-up Camille. Sexy. Stunning. Alluring. I saw the gentle smile on her lips as she fondled my balls.
In the fantasy running through my mind, we were in the examination room, but Paola hadn't walked in. Instead, I'd leaned forward and kissed her, long and deep and full of passion as she pulled me toward her. As our kiss grew in heat and intensity, she slipped her hand down my pants, taking hold of my cock before I could argue. I grunted as I pumped my own cock, imagining her pulling my pants down before dropping to her knees. Her big, blue eyes stared up at me as she opened her mouth and flicked her tongue across the head of my cock.
Oh God – if only I could feel her mouth. For real, this time. I had to settle for memories of when she'd teased me with her tongue for maybe three minutes before we were forced to stop. She had no clue what she was doing with a dick in her mouth back then – though now, I imagined she did. In my fantasy, I gripped my prick tighter, imagining her sliding her lips around the shaft. I groaned as I pictured her moving my dick in and out of her tight little mouth. Her innocent blue eyes stared up at me as she took me into her mouth, sliding me down her throat – the image almost caused me to lose it.
In my fantasy, Camille stopped sucking me off and got to her feet. With a flirty little smile, she bent over the examining room table. She lifted up her skirt, she showed that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath that pink skirt. Her pussy beckoned me.
“Prove my ex wrong, Preston,” she begs. “Fill me up with your seed, please? Give me what he couldn't.”
She wiggled her ass and I couldn't stop myself. I pushed myself up behind her, rubbing my cock on her ass before burying it between the folds of her skin. I gripped my cock tighter, stroked it harder, trying to imagine what her pussy might feel like, but it was no use. Nothing would ever compare to actually being inside of her. There was nothing I could do with my hand that would feel as good. But, I pictured myself pumping in and out of her tight little hole anyway as I jerked myself off.
In my mind, she begged for me to fill her up, and as I imagined her moans of pleasure, I groaned as I came hard. Thick streams of cum shot from my dick, covering my belly, but in my head, I was filling her up with my hot, sticky seed.
I laid there in bed, with my eyes closed, my heart finally slowing and my breathing finally returning to normal. I felt guilty for my fantasy. I'd never jerked off to patients before and had always thought it was a little bit creepy and wrong. It was invasive as hell.
However, not all my patients were Camille – and I didn't have history with them. My fantasies regarding Camille came from our past, not the fact that I was her doctor and she was my patient. Albeit, briefly.
That's what I told myself at least.
Chapter Three
Camille
“I can't go back there, Liv,” I groaned, my face in my hands.
I told her all about Preston being at the doctor's office, and how he clearly had an erection for me.
“You mean THE Preston Winters, right? The one who got away?” Liv nudged me playfully, forcing me to look up at her.
We were at her place for a girl's night. It was supposed to be old cliché wine and some cheesy romance movie, but instead, it became wine and whine about my problems night. Thankfully, Liv was understanding. She smiled wide at me, her eyebrows cocked as she waited for an answer.
“Well, yes, that's what I used to say about him,” I said. “But, that was a long time ago.”
I bit my lip as I remembered telling Liv all about the dreamboat I'd crushed on back in high school, before I went away to New York City for art school.
“That was way before I met Stephen and –”
“And what? You're single now, I'm assuming he's still hot, so what's the big deal?”
“The big deal is – well, it's been too long, and I don't know anything about him anymore,” I said. “He could be married with kids for all I know.”
He was still hot, I couldn't deny that. He was six-foot-five, still built like a linebacker, with broad shoulders, a trim waist, and fit as a fiddle. His sandy blonde hair and blue eyes complimented his strong, chiseled cheek bones perfectly, making him look like the All-American boy next door.
He was handsome in that classical sense, and I found it hard to believe someone like Preston wouldn't be married by now. Successful, handsome doctor? In Hollywood Hills? Come on, he probably had himself a trophy wife at home.
“You could just ask him, you know.” Liv shrugged, chewing away at a piece of dark chocolate.
She curled her feet up underneath her, getting cozy on the couch, but she kept her eyes glued to me, and I knew she was not about to let this go. Liv was like that when she got her teeth into something.
“I'm not ready for another relationship anyway. It’s been like five minutes since I left Stephen” I said, rolling my eyes. “Besides, I can't keep going back to him. That would be weird.”
When he’d touched my stomach during the exam, I couldn't deny that it was like an electrical shock had surged through my entire body. Staring up into his dreamy blue eyes with his hands on me, reminded me of an earlier time.
“Uh huh. So that's why you're staring off into space with a huge grin on your face right now,” Liv teased. “Seriously, I know that look, Camille. You're into him. Who cares if you're newly single? What does it matter? Why not talk to him, with no pressure or expectation, and just see where it goes?”
“I don't know,” I said, shrugging and leaning back against her sofa.
I closed my eyes and tried to forget that one night that felt so long ago. We'd been at some stupid party and I'd let my guard down. I knew I was going away soon, and I knew he was going to UCLA. We'd gotten caught up in each other at the last minute, and as hard as I'd tried to keep my distance, it only took one night of letting my guard down for me to fall into his arms.
“You'd be stupid not to talk to him. I knew you before Stephen, and Preston Winters was all you could think about,” she said. “And he seems to have rotated back into your life at just the right time. Maybe it's fate pushing you together again.”
“Don't feed me that fate bullshit, Liv,” I chuckled.
Even though I was laughing, I couldn't
stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. The pain of losing Stephen was still too fresh for me. Too raw. I couldn't just forget that all my life's plans, goals, and dreams were gone like they'd never existed.
“My life is a mess,” I said softly. “I need to figure out what we're going to do with the company.”
“You mean YOUR company?”
“It's our company,” I sighed, turning my head to look at my best friend.
“No, dear – Zesta was all you. You started it from scratch,” she said. “You're the creative genius behind it. You're the reason clients are there in the first place. Stephen came in later, only because you let him.”
“I needed a financial guy,” I said. “We both know I suck at numbers.”
“You could have hired any number of financial pros, but you picked Stephen because he was out of work. You did him a favor.”
“He invested time and money in the company, Liv. I can't just fire him,” I said, throwing my hands up.
“No, but you can buy him out,” she said. “Let's face it, Zesta makes more than enough for you to buy his share of the company.”
“Like he'd be okay with that,” I muttered.
“He should be, and if he's not, I know a damn good lawyer,” Liv countered.
My head was aching, and it wasn't because of the wine. I put my mostly full glass back down and rubbed my temples. Liv didn't understand the complexities of doing business with a partner. She was right about one thing. Initially, I'd brought him in as a favor, and because I thought it would be nice to work together. Him and me, together forever, and we'd build this business empire together. We built the empire alright, and Zesta was doing some amazing things.
“It's worth a shot to ask him, don't you think?”
“Yeah, maybe so,” I grumbled.
“Because let's face it, it's probably unlikely he wants to see his ex every day either,” she said.
“Point taken,” I sighed. “Can we drop this now, please?”
“Of course. But, as long we're talking about asking people – you need to ask Preston out to dinner. Like tomorrow. Because if you don't do it, I just might have to track this hunk down and ask him myself.”
I snorted, laughter rolling through me as I imagined Liv asking Preston out on a date. Don't get me wrong, Liv was a gorgeous woman, but personality-wise, the two of them would be like oil and water. Two strong, alpha-types together in a relationship? It might be fiery and sexy, but it would burn out quickly. Both of them had tempers and spoke their mind way too freely. Yeah, if they ever got together, it wouldn't end well for anybody.
“Fine!” I threw my hands up in defeat. “I'll talk to him. Reconnect as old friends.”
Liv cocked an eyebrow at me but didn't argue. She knew when enough was enough, and clearly, I'd had enough trouble for one night. She was going to smugly take the win.
“Let's just watch the damn movie already,” I muttered, flopping back on the couch and downing the glass of wine.
I hoped it would help with the headache, which was probably caused by all of the bullshit and stress in my life. Then again, the only way to get rid of this headache was to get Stephen out of my life once and for all. The idea of seeing him at work every single day filled me with total dread and made my stomach churn.
Hopefully Liv was right, and he wanted out as much as I wanted him out. However, knowing Stephen like I did, I didn't think it would be that easy. It never was with him.
***
I sat on the examining room table in a different room a few days later. I'd left the office early, needing to step away from the whole Stephen drama anyway, and took the last appointment of the day. I figured this way, there'd be no rush. I could talk to Preston, see if he was even interested in going out sometime, and just get a feel for things. Of course, since I was too chicken to come out and say it, I made an appointment under the guise of having additional questions.
There was a knock on the door, and I straightened up, pulling my hair around the front of me, letting it flow over my shoulders and chest. I'd worn a different sundress this time, a purple one with white polka dots; understated, yet cute, and with a low cleavage line to boot. That was purely accidental – okay, maybe not so much. “Yes,” I said, my voice cracking.
I'd specifically asked for Dr. Winters this time, but I still expected my normal doctor to walk through the door. I held my breath as the door opened, and I let it out suddenly as Preston walked into the room with his brow furrowed and a confused look on his handsome face.
“Well, I have to say I'm surprised to see you back so soon,” he said, taking a seat on the swivel chair nearby. “And that you specifically requested me. What can I help you with, Camille? The tests aren't back yet, and –”
“No, I know that,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I actually wanted to talk to you. Not necessarily about medical stuff.”
He raised an eyebrow and fought back a smile. “Oh, okay – well – what can I help you with, exactly?”
“Well, I'm sorry if this is forward of me, but –”
As I started to ask him out, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered around crazily, and for a second, I couldn't breathe and feared I might be sick. I somehow managed to push back the nerves and quickly recovered. I cleared my throat and tried to gather my resolve – a Herculean task, if ever there was one.
“Actually, I wanted to see how you've been lately, Preston,” I said. “We didn't really get a chance to talk the other day.”
“You made an appointment to catch up with me?” He laughed, a deep hearty sound shook his chest as he rubbed his chin. “You do know there are these handy little things called phones –”
“I didn't have your number,” I said sheepishly.
My cheeks burned bright red, and I had to fight the urge to run out of the room. This was a bad idea. What in the hell had I been thinking? Why had I let Liv talk me into this? I slipped off the table and kept my gaze on the door as I rushed toward it.
“I'm sorry,” I said. “This was a stupid idea and I shouldn't waste your time. ”
Preston grabbed my arm as I brushed past him, preventing me from leaving. I stopped and tried to catch my breath, tried to stop the sick feeling in my stomach. I needed to look at him, to not chicken out. “Camille, please, I'd love to reconnect. And I'm flattered you went through all this trouble,” he said.
His voice was so reassuring that it was hard not to look at him. I slowly turned my face until I stared into those deep, blue eyes and I felt myself grow weak in the knees. The way he looked at me sent a shiver through my body, as if his gaze held an electrical current. I froze, feeling completely lost under his gaze. Preston pulled me toward him, his arms grabbing hold of me before I knew what was happening. He stood up, towering over me, but his hands remained around my waist. As he stood, he brushed up against me and I trembled slightly, my eyes fluttering and then closing as I reveled in the closeness of his body.
“Do you remember –” he started to say, but I stopped him.
“Kiss me, Preston,” I gasped. “Please? Just for old-time's sake?”
I didn't have to ask him again. He kissed me long and deep, filling my mouth with his tongue. He nibbled along my lower lip and held my face in his hands, pushing me back without me even realizing I was moving. I just floated along with his hands upon me until I felt myself bump into the examining table behind us.
Damn, I was weak. After everything I'd been through with Stephen though, it felt good to be wanted by someone again. Preston's hands held onto my hips, pulling me against him. His cologne was musky and strong, his body tight and firm against mine.
It was Preston who ended the kiss, eventually, staring down at me with such heat in his eyes. He smiled.
“Boy, doesn't that bring back some memories,” he said.
He hadn't pulled away from me, I noticed. I smiled back.
“It sure does,” I said, running a hand down the front of his dress shirt. “All good ones too.”
“Definitely some good memories,” he said.
“Should we be doing this?” I asked, nibbling my lip.
“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
We chuckled, and it was followed by an awkward silence. It felt weird to fall into his arms again so easily and so quickly – especially since not even a week ago, I'd been trying to get pregnant with Stephen. We had been planning a wedding and a life together. Now, suddenly, I was kissing Preston as if the years hadn't somehow flown by, and as if distance had never been an issue. If only things had been different – had I not been so stubborn in wanting to see what was right in front of my face all those years before – maybe everything would be different in my life.
Then again, what could I have done? Not gone to New York to follow my dreams? Sure, there were art schools in Los Angeles – good ones too – but back then, I'd felt like I needed to get away and experience another world. I believed that experience was good for me and had helped me become the person I was today.
Preston had had his reasons for taking the path he'd chosen as well – like wanting to go to UCLA just as his father had done. I told myself that though we’d been the closest of friends. we'd only shared one night together as anything more. Though we'd connected on a deep level, it really wasn't enough to change the entire trajectory of our lives.
However, somehow, things had aligned, and we were together now – and it felt as if nothing had changed.
Maybe Liv had been right.
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his lower lip, feeling the warmth of his breath on my face. He sighed deeply, his body relaxing into mine.
“I'm all for doing this as long as you won't get in trouble,” I whispered against his mouth.
The pained look on his face told me all I needed to know. He was torn between his lust for me and his responsibility to his job. I saw the indecision and torment on his face and realized I had to be the bigger person there. I had to put a stop to things before they went too far. I was backed up against the table, so all I could do was push him away, which I tried to do. Balling up my fists, I nudged him away from me.
