“Clay, this looks perfect. This is perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better evening.”
“I’ve really enjoyed spending the past couple days with you, Val. More than I’ve enjoyed the past couple years on my own. You’re making me rethink my whole attitude.”
“What’s your attitude?” She’s taking a sip of wine but I can tell by the way she’s looking at me that she’s curious. I sigh.
“You know, just… wanting to be on my own. Putting my career above everything else.”
“Career is important,” she says slowly. “I’ve also been putting my career first. I don’t think it’s necessarily an either/or, if that’s what you’re saying.”
“I just… I guess I didn’t think I would enjoy this.”
She cocks her head to the side and looks at me quizzically but says nothing for a few moments. I look at the way the candlelight flickers over her face and I feel my heart swell in my chest. I don’t want to fight that feeling right now, I just want to enjoy it. I can tell myself to let her go later, when I move. Right now I just want to sit across from this beautiful creature and enjoy her company. She opens her mouth to speak.
“You know, I was with my ex for four years. I thought we’d end up together, married, kids, the whole nine yards. But then I realised it wasn’t what I wanted. He wasn’t what I wanted.” She pauses. “When we broke up I thought my life was over, like I had to start back up at zero. I haven’t been with anyone since then. Until you.” Her eyes look up to mine. “I didn’t think I wanted this either, but it just feels so right to be with you. I can’t explain it.”
I lift my glass and we cheers together.
“Let’s not think about it too hard,” I say. “I just want to enjoy this.”
She smiles. “Agreed,” she says.
I can’t believe how nice it feels to be open with someone, to tell her what I’m thinking and how I feel. I haven’t been able to do that, not since my ex. She mentioned her ex as well, and I’m desperate to ask what happened but I don’t want to pry. I don’t want to go telling her all about my past either. Not yet.
We sit in a comfortable silence on the roof, enjoying our food. I clear the plates away and pour some more wine for her, and then pull out my favourite cheesecake from the bakery down the road.
“Not bad for a Monday night,” she laughs.
We eat and laugh and talk until I see her shiver. “Let’s go inside,” I say. “It’s getting cold.”
And plus, I can’t wait to lie down next to her again and hold her in my arms. I’m not even thinking about sex right now, I just want to feel her heartbeat and the heat of her body next to mine. We clear the table and go back downstairs. We do the dishes together and then head towards the bedroom. My heart is at peace.
Chapter 31 - Valerie
It’s Thursday already, the week is flying by. Clay and I have been spending every evening together and I look forward to it every day. My follow-up doctor’s appointment is today so I get ready to leave work a bit early. Just as I’m stepping out the door to leave, I hear my phone ringing in my purse. It’s Emma.
“Val! Where have you been?! I don’t mean to interrupt the fuckfest that I’m sure you’re having with your hot new doctor but need I remind you that you have a best friend and that that best friend is currently languishing in this city all on her own?!”
“Hey Emma,” I chuckle. She does have a penchant for the dramatic. “How have you been? Let’s catch up, maybe this weekend? I could introduce you to the doctor.”
“Fucking finally!” She exclaims. She’s got a mouth like a sailor, I think.
“How about Saturday brunch again? You can fill me in on your week then too.”
“Sounds perfect. Love you Val, see you then.”
“Love you too Em.”
I hang up the phone and smile before the realisation hits me that Clay might not want to meet her. He’s always talking about just enjoying the moment, not taking things too fast. Maybe introducing him to my friends is moving too fast. I need to keep reminding myself that he’s leaving. Sure, it’s not confirmed yet but he’s always said his career comes first. I get that, my career comes first too.
I’ll have to talk to him tonight when I see him, and ask if he’d like to meet her. It seemed so natural to me, to set up the brunch but he might hate the idea! We have an understanding that this is just enjoying the present, taking it slow. We both have careers that aren’t going to take a backseat to a relationship. I’m just going to have to wait and see what he says, and bring it up as casually as possible.
I head over to the doctor’s office and I wonder if I’ll run into Clay. He knows I have an appointment with Doctor Sherry today but I’m sure he’s busy with other patients. I don’t have to wait long until an older woman in a white doctor’s coat comes out to the waiting room. She’s got pure white hair but her face doesn’t have too many wrinkles. Her pink lipstick and thick-rimmed glasses make me think she’s got a big personality. She has a warm smile when she sees me and immediately makes me feel at ease.
“Are you Valerie?”
“Yes,” I respond, getting out of my chair.
“Follow me.” She has a really kind voice, like a grandmother or an aunt would have. I am not surprised to see her at one of the top medical practices in the city, she’s instantly made me more comfortable.
She leads me down the same hallway that Clay’s office is on. I glance at his door and see his name: Dr. Clay O’Neill. Even knowing he’s in there makes my heart jump a little bit.
We walk on to the end of the hall and she opens the door to her office.
“So,” she begins. “You’ve been having trouble orgasming?”
This woman is not wasting any time.
“Yes. Well, no. I mean, I was. For a long time.” Why am I suddenly tongue tied! She smiles warmly at me. I take a deep breath and continue. “The problem seems to have… resolved itself lately.”
Doctor Sherry’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Oh?” she says, looking down at my chart. “And may I ask what has changed?”
“I’ve started seeing someone and he’s… very good.”
She glances up at me and grins.
“I’m glad to hear that Valerie. I’ve been looking through your hormone test results and have to tell you that everything seems normal. If the problem were persisting we could explore many other avenues including therapy or further testing, but it seems that the problem is no longer an issue?”
“Yes, that’s right. I’m relieved to hear there’s nothing wrong with my hormones. But, can I ask… if this guy were to go away. Or if it didn’t work out, or whatever… do you think my problem would come back?”
“I’m not sure, Valerie. Maybe you should try making yourself climax on your own and see if you’re able. Is everything going ok with the relationship?”
“Yes! Everything is perfect! I mean, it’s great, better than I could imagine. It’s just that he’s thinking of moving out of state and…”
She nods knowingly. “Try not to think about it right now. You’re still learning about your body, so just take this as a learning experience and always remember that you ARE able to orgasm. There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with you. Now if the problem comes back and you’d like a referral for sex therapy or further testing please don’t hesitate to call the office and we’ll set up another appointment.”
“Ok, thank you doctor.”
We both stand and she opens the door for me. She smiles as I walk through.
“I’ll let you see yourself out while I finish this paperwork up.”
“No problem.”
She closes the door behind me and I start walking towards the waiting room. When I get closer to Clay’s door my heart starts beating faster. I wouldn’t dare knock, he might be with a patient.
I slow down slightly as I walk by, trying to listen for voices inside his office. I can’t hear a thing. Just as I’m abou
t to pass the door flies open and I jump back in surprise.
“Miss Brooks,” he says. “I’m glad to see you. Have you got a moment? I’d like to discuss the results of your last appointment.”
He’s grinning and I smile back, eyes still wide in surprise.
“Certainly, doctor.” I try to keep my voice steady but my smile is betraying me.
He opens the door wider and I slip through.
“I thought you’d never finish with Sherry,” he says in a low voice, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer.
“I didn’t know if you had a patient, I didn’t want to bother you,” I say before his lips meet mine. He devours my kiss and my arms interlock behind his head.
“My next patient isn’t until 4:15,” he says glancing at the clock. “We have 17 minutes.”
Chapter 32 - Clay
I heard her voice when she walked down the hall and counted down the minutes until she’d walk back, praying that Sherry wouldn’t be with her. She looks so good in her work clothes. Her skirt hugs her hips and her loose see-through blouse is making my cock hard just looking at it. I pull myself away from her for a second and she gives me the sexiest sly grin I’ve ever seen.
I turn her around and march her towards my examination table. I walk behind her with my hands on her waist, pressing my cock into her round ass. I push her down roughly when we get to the table. The paper crunches when her arms slam down on top of it and I bring my hands up her legs under her skirt, feeling that she has nothing but a tiny thong on underneath. Her skirt bunches around her waist when I push it up and I use my other hand to undo my fly. My cock springs free, already rock hard from the thought of her bent over in my office.
She turns her head and looks back at me, arching her back so that her ass is ready for me. I kick her legs open to spread them. My hands are shaking with anticipation when I roll the condom on. I put a hand on the back of her head and push it down while I press my cock against her bare ass. The paper crunches some more as her face hits it and she moans. The sound sends a thrill straight to my cock. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to shove my cock deep inside her.
I hook my finger into her thong and push it to the side, revealing her opening. Two of my fingers slide right into her and I feel her wetness. She wants this just as badly as I do. I ram my cock inside her without warning and she makes a gurgling, moaning noise.
“Shh,” I say. “Be quiet. The walls are thin here.”
I move my hand over her mouth and ram my cock into her again, harder and deeper this time. My hand muffles her moans and I tell her again to be quiet. I can’t believe I have her bent over my examination table. This is exactly what I’ve been imagining since the first day I saw her in the waiting room. I look down at her, with her face against the white paper, hands gripping the edge of the blue cushion and my cock throbs inside her.
My cock is thrusting in and out of her and my fingers are weaving into her hair. I can feel my balls tightening up against me and starting to tingle. I pull her head back by her hair and she moans. There’s a line of saliva falling from her open mouth to the table and I push my cock deeper inside her. Her pussy is contracting and relaxing violently and the sensation is too much. I close my eyes as my cock explodes into her, sending shivers through my entire body. Her pussy feels too good. I fill the condom with cum and I let out a low moan as I come.
We pull ourselves apart and she wipes her face with a hand. She’s panting and smiling at me.
“Bad Doctor,” she says with a grin. She pulls her skirt down and tries to straighten her clothing. I look at her and chuckle. Her hair is sticking out every which way and her cheeks are flushed.
“You look like you’ve just been fucked hard,” I say to her with a grin.
“Imagine,” she replies sarcastically. She moves to the small mirror in the corner and tries to straighten herself out. “You’re very bad, Doctor O’Neill.”
“Bad, or good?” I smack her ass playfully.
“Maybe both,” she says to me, laughing. She steps away from the mirror and points a thumb at it. “You have 4 minutes left and you’re not looking so professional yourself.”
I fix my hair and clothing in the mirror and then turn to her. I give her a long, lingering kiss. I could taste her lips all day and never get sick of them. Everything about her is intoxicating, addicting. I just want to be near her. We kiss more deeply and then she pulls away from me. Her eyes are bright, like two blue orbs shining for me. It’s easy to get lost in her gaze.
“I’d better go,” she says reluctantly. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” I tell her, and it’s the truth.
Chapter 33 - Valerie
Clay and I are sitting on his sofa facing each other with our legs intertwined together. He’s telling me about Doctor Sherry and it seems I was right, she’s a firecracker.
“I’ve only known the woman for a couple weeks at this point and we all go out for a staff party. Within minutes she had men lined up to talk to her, I’m not even joking. I was even wondering if I should try it on with her!”
The way he’s laughing makes his whole face light up and I can’t help but laugh along. He grabs my foot absentmindedly and starts massaging it. I groan and lean back to get more comfortable. I take a deep breath. I still haven’t asked him about brunch.
“So, Clay, I was talking to Emma earlier and how do you feel about going out for some food on Saturday morning with us? There’s this really good breakfast place we always go to, the food is unreal.”
I pause, trying to gauge his reaction. He’s stopped rubbing my foot and is staring at me.
“Oh yeah?” he says. He sounds like he’s trying to keep his voice even.
Uh oh. I knew this was a bad idea. It’s moving way too fast. Hanging out together is one thing but meeting each other’s friends is definitely relationship territory.
“Yeah you know, it’s no big deal if you’re busy or if you don’t want to. I just thought it might be nice. Plus, she wants to meet you.”
“You’ve told her about me?”
“A little. Only good things.” I don’t want to elaborate on the fact that she could tell he’d made me come within milliseconds of seeing me last week. Clay is still silent and I bite my tongue, waiting for him to answer.
“Yeah that sounds OK. I have to work Saturday morning but I should be out by about 11am. I can meet you at the breakfast place.”
I breathe a sigh of relief and he laughs at me.
“Sounds like that was hard to ask,” he teases.
“A little! I wasn’t sure if you’d think it was moving too fast.”
“I’m not going to lie, my initial reaction was to say no. But this whole week has been upside down and I’ve been breaking all my rules so what’s one more rule to break, right?”
He puts my foot down beside him and shifts his weight until he’s crawling over to me. Our lips meet and he kisses me tenderly, wrapping his hand around to the back of my head. It’s too easy, to comfortable with him. Every time I think about him leaving I have a pain in my chest.
“I’d love to meet the famous Emma. If she cares about you then I care about her,” he says softly, laying another kiss on my lips. My heart swells.
“You’re going to love her.” Or at least I hope so.
I need to remind myself there’s a time limit to all this. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy each other and enjoy this connection we’ve found. Having a bit of fun for a short amount of time is better than none at all, right? Loving and losing and never loving at all and all that?
He’s kissing my neck and moving his hands up my stomach to cup my breast. My body is melting again, legs spreading to wrap them around him. Even with Bryce I was never this comfortable, it was never this easy. It just feels good with Clay. It feels natural.
I use my hand to lift Clay’s chin up towards me. Our lips meet each other again and he kisses
me passionately. The heat in my core increases as his body weighs down on me. It doesn’t matter that he’s leaving, it doesn’t matter that there’s a time limit. All that matters is him here with me, and the feeling of his arms around me and his lips locked with mine.
Chapter 34 - Clay
Saturday morning comes way too fast. I kiss Valerie goodbye and head in for a few hours of work, but all I can think about is meeting her friend.
Meeting the friends is almost as bad as meeting the family. Worse, maybe. Why did I say yes! This is the exact opposite of taking it slow, of keeping it casual. Next thing she’ll want me to hang out with her friends, and I’ll have to introduce her to mine.
And then, when things invariably go wrong, or when I leave, it becomes way more difficult to disentangle our lives from each other. I should have stuck to my rules. Sex one time only. Nothing more.
But then I think about this past week, of rushing home to see her. I haven’t felt this alive in ages. Even when I’m shadowing at the hospital I don’t get the same excitement as when I see her walking through my door. My world has been flipped on its head and I can’t say that I care.
We’ve both been in denial. We haven’t spoken about Seattle at all. I know it’s on her mind, because she says the same things as me about taking it slow. And then both of us proceed to do the exact opposite. I can’t resist her and she can’t resist me.
Maybe she’d follow me to Seattle. I shake my head. Don’t be ridiculous. Here I am thinking meeting the friends is a big ask and then I want to move cross country together! Plus, I see the way she talks about her career. She loves her job and is excelling at it. I could never ask that of her.
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