by S. E. Law
I decide to make my way over to the bar where I’m supposed to wait for him. God, this is nerve-wracking. I perch on the end seat, decorously pulling my skirt down when the bartender approaches and asks for my order. My stomach flops as I scramble to think of a drink.
“A mimosa, please,” I finally say.
What a silly drink to order. A mimosa is a breakfast drink, but it is all I could think of. Fortunately, the bartender is professional and doesn’t bat an eye. He promptly makes my cocktail and serves it to me with a small orange slice split over the rim of the glass. I thank him, taking the orange from the rim and squeezing it into my glass. I take a deep breath followed by a small but necessary sip to help calm my nerves.
Sitting back, my mind begins to wander again. I try imagining what type of guy this Reed character is anyways. I mean, who just casually up and gets drinks with an escort? And why? Is he unfathomably lonely? Is he too socially uncomfortable to pick up women on his own? Or does he just like to flash his money, thinking he can have whatever he wants because he’s rich?
This whole thing reminds me of an old spaghetti western I watched one weekend with Rose our freshman year. We used to have big nights-in where we would order ridiculous amounts of take-out and junk food. Then, we’d cover the floor with blankets and pillows and arrange our snack assortment in a semi-circle around us on the dormitory floor. We would stream the cheesiest movies we could find and spend the night cracking up and re-enacting them.
One time, we got a corny black-and-white western with crackling stripes on the screen, it was so old. There was a lady of the night who was working at a local tavern, which was impressive in and of itself. At a time where woman barely had the right to exist without a man by their side, she was duping macho cowboys left and right in the old saloon. She would throw the double doors open and swagger right on up to a barstool. Before she could even sit down, men were fighting over who got to buy her first drink that night. We thought she was just fabulous and she was the real heroine of the movie. But what we never considered was what happened after the cowboys bought her that drink. Did they go upstairs for some good times in a private room? Did they make for the stables, for a literal roll in the hay?
I suppose I’m about to find out in a way.
Suddenly, I feel a looming presence by my side. Oh no. My client’s here. I paste a fake smile on my face and force my cheeks to turn up almost painfully. I spin around, but then all the air rushes out of my lungs.
Oh shit. The man beside me is devastatingly handsome with dark blue eyes, black hair, broad shoulders and a wide chest. Even worse, there’s an amused look on that sensual, mobile mouth.
“Hello Lucy,” he drawls. “What a coincidence, seeing you here.”
Oh shit! It’s my dad’s best friend!
To be continued …
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Sneak Peek: Pregnant By The Doctor
Randall
Olivia’s in the ER for some medical help from the hunky doctor on shift.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
Besides the dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and a red-tipped nose, Olivia Castor is absolutely flawless. Her chocolate brown hair is pulled into a bun at the top of her head, stray spiral curls framing her heart-shaped face. The purple scrunchie in her hair is stretched to the max, showcasing just how thick and wild her hair is. Her deep brown eyes are round and wide, yet innocent too as she skims my muscular physique with her gaze.
I smirk as I take her in. My eyes devour her figure, memorizing each tiny detail of the lush woman. I shouldn’t be doing this, but hell, this has been a godawful shift, and I need a bit of relief.
I let myself look, and her curves are irresistible and delicious. She’s wearing pajama shorts that ride up her thick thighs and a white tank top that’s nearly transparent. Her massive, silky breasts practically spill out of a nude bra and her waist is slender, her hips wide and full.
I pull myself away from her sexy body and drag my eyes up back to her face, slightly shaking my head to get the dirty images of her out of my head.
“Hi Dr. Monroe,” she murmurs in a low voice. She clears her throat before speaking again. “I’m Olivia.”
I grab the rolling stool near the sink in the corner of the room and sit on it in front of her, averting my gaze from those perky breasts. It’s almost impossible because I’m eye-level with those luscious ta-tas.
You’re at work, I think to myself. Keep it together.
When she straightens and squares her shoulders, those big breasts nearly poke me in the eye. The room is that small, and her boobs are that big.
I don’t think self-control is going to work this time because she’s utterly irresistible, but I have to try.
“What seems to be the problem, Miss Castor?” I ask, my gaze quickly flitting to her chest again as the question leaves my mouth. Goddamn, I have to stop this.
She licks her full lips and the sight of her tongue makes me think more dirty thoughts, as in what it would be like to feel that tongue everywhere on my body. My masculinity begins to respond to her sexiness, and in a futile effort, I move my clipboard directly over my crotch and stare blankly at her chart as she tells me what’s wrong with her.
“I think I may have the coronavirus.”
I can see she stated that to the nurses at the front desk in her chart on my lap, but I nod and turn my gaze to her while trying to appear professional. With this hard-on, it’s pretty damn fucking difficult. “Why do you think you have the coronavirus?”
She sighs and fiddles with her fingers, tapping them on her leg rhythmically. “Well, to be honest with you, I don’t think I have the virus. But everyone else in my life thinks I do.”
I nod. Everyone has been extremely paranoid in Camdale, but the virus has yet to infiltrate our private community in rural Maine. “What are your symptoms?”
“Sneezing, a headache, and I have a bit of a fever,” she reveals while biting her pink lips. She’s not looking at me. Instead, she looks at the door, the floor, and even the walls.
I make her nervous, I think to myself. I grin at the realization, my heart hammering with lust and curiosity even as my brain tries to keep me on an even keel.
“I think you were smart to come in, but if you haven’t traveled outside of Camdale in the past few days or had contact with anyone outside of Camdale, then it’s unlikely you have coronavirus.”
She nods in understanding, fiddling with the mask on her face. “I understand, but everyone says I should get tested anyways. By the way, I thought the ER would be packed since we’re in the middle of a pandemic?”
I smile.
“Ironically, we haven’t been busy the last few weeks. There were a couple of busy days with patients coming in with non-virus related symptoms, but other than that, it’s pretty slow.”
She looks at me shyly.
“But there haven’t been any cases in Camdale, right?”
I shake my head.
“Even if there were some cases in Camdale, I doubt that it would be widespread. Camdale is very rural, so the rate of transmission is lower for us than more urban cities. It’s pretty safe here.”
She nods with agreement.
“Trust me, I know I don’t have the virus,” she says. “It’s everyone else that’s the problem.”
“You know you don’t have the virus, but you still came to the emergency room?” I ask with a knowing smile.
“Yeah,” she sighs, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m doing this so everyone will stop staring at me like a dragon with three heads everytime I sneeze. It would make other people feel better and safer if my test comes back negative.”
I nod.
“That’s incredibly caring of you.”
She snorts a bit, which I find adorable.
“Caring is the least of it. It’s more because I don’t want to become the office pariah. And oh, my mom won’t stop calling unless I get tes
ted.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Clearly, not only is this woman utterly gorgeous, but she’s intelligent with a sense of humor too.
“I’m going to check your temperature,” I stay, standing from my stool and going to the cabinet above the sink to retrieve the thermometer. Tool in hand, I stand before Olivia’s knees and press the object against her head.
Unfortunately, the proximity is too much. I can’t help but be aware of those huge, heaving breasts and her tiny waist. A tendril of her hair escapes her ponytail and falls gently against my wrist. The silken caress is my undoing. I stare at Olivia’s plump, full lips and imagine them kissing every part of my body with ravenous intent. What would that feel like? I lick my lips hungrily and her eyes flicker to my mouth, her eyes flaring as she senses my hunger.
But then, the damn thermometer jolts us out of our passionate trance with its insistent beeping. Shit. I look at the numbers on the object. 98.8. No fever.
“You’re normal,” I say, willing my voice to remain steady. I seize the moment to return to safety by the sink. There’s disappointment in her eyes, but I can’t hit on a patient while I’m literally taking her temperature. “Whatever fever you had is gone now.”
She nods her head. “That’s good, right? That means I definitely don’t have the virus.”
I shrug and sit back in the stool, willing my heart to stop pounding. “Well, not everyone will develop a fever. This virus is still a mystery to professionals in the medical field. Have you been coughing or having trouble breathing? Chest pain?”
Olivia shakes her head no.
“That’s good, but I still want to do a more extensive check on you, if that’s okay?”
My comment is meant to be a little suggestive and she picks up on it, her eyebrows lifting a bit with my sudden boldness. To be honest, I don’t know where my aggression came from either. I’m usually reserved and conservative when it comes to female patients, but Olivia makes me lose all sense of reality. I’m filled with a need that can’t be ignored.
“Sure, no problem doctor,” she coos. “I’m at your disposal.”
I say something incoherent. Shit, I’m a mess, but I have to try and act professional. Attempting to control my trembling hands, I whip out my stethoscope. As I approach, I stop just before Olivia’s knees and the luscious woman spreads them apart invitingly. Her lashes tremble as I step closer, her legs pressed against my hip bones. I’m so close to that curvy body that I’m shaking now. But I have to do this.
I unwrap my stethoscope from around my neck and insert the ear tips into my ears, holding the chest piece between my fingers. “This might be a little cold,” I warn.
She nods her head, licking her plump lips in anticipation. With one hand, I grasp her upper arm lightly, and she shivers slightly, goosebumps traveling down the length of her arms in response to my touch. I rub a thumb against her silky skin, my eyes meeting hers briefly before focusing on her chest. Then, I press the metal object to the center of her chest, her meaty breasts tempting me.
She bites her lip in response to the bitter cold and shudders. As I stare at that juicy bottom lip caught between her pearly teeth, I forget about what I’m doing, where I am, and who I am. I lose all sense of my morals and every shred of common sense is stripped away. For a moment, it’s just me and Olivia.
I unravel.
I give in.
I drop the stethoscope and cup her face with my hands, bringing her chin to me tenderly. She pushes her ass to the edge of the exam table and her entire body is pressed against mine, her curves begging for it. My member presses against her core and she gasps in response, her eyes widening in delight and surprise. I move my hands from her face down to her hips and grip them tightly, yanking her against me with a ferocious need. My heart races in my chest as her hands slide to the sides of my face and she pulls me down for a kiss.
When my lips touch hers, my entire world implodes. Her soft lips press against mine with intensity, her hands traveling to my hair as her mouth opens sweetly. Her lips taste plush and fresh, the faint scent of spearmint drifting to my nostrils as I touch my tongue to her own. Her legs wrap around my waist and she pulls me closer in response, earning a small groan from my mouth as my tongue tangles with hers.
Suddenly, the intercom blares again.
“Doctor Monroe, please dial 211. Doctor Monroe, 211.”
What the hell? We jolt apart, coming to the realization of what we had been doing. Two red spots blossom on her cheeks, her lips a vibrant pink from our kiss, and we’re both breathing hard. Shit, my erection is a monster between our bodies, and she looks down at it, eyes wide.
“They’re calling me,” I mumble somewhat incoherently, my lips still tingling and the scent of spearmint wafting over my senses. “I’m going to have a nurse test you for the virus just to be on the safe side. But my best guess is that you just have a cold, but you never know. Stay home for the next few days, Olivia. I’ll write you a note for work.”
She nods her head and looks down quickly, but I see the disappointment in her eyes. The steamy moment is gone, but her nipples are hard beneath that thin tank-top, and oh shit, but I want to bury my face between those huge mounds.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I growl, “Give me your number.”
Her gaze swings up to mine and she looks confused. “What?”
“Your phone number,” I repeat in a raspy voice. “I need to see you again.”
She nods and murmurs the number. I jot it down with a trembling hand, and then turn to go.
“I’ll call you,” I say.
She nods and answers in a sweet voice. “See you soon, Doctor Monroe.”
With that, I turn my back on her and shut the door softly behind me. I expect to feel a twinge of guilt for kissing one of my female patients in the ER and I wait for regret to hit me. After all, I was just a complete ass, taking advantage of a scantily-clad woman like that.
But I don’t feel bad at all. Instead, I feel invigorated, like I’ve just gotten a shot of pure caffeine. This is going to be amazing. Olivia Castor has changed my life with one kiss, and now, my life is on a new path.
To be continued …
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