I couldn’t help but worry that this would continue and that I had somehow lost my touch. What if this was the start of a new trend? What if I was unable to continue as Dr. O?
Maybe this was a sign? After all, I hadn’t gone into medicine so that I could be the dirty secret, or secret weapon, for a bunch of high-class women. I’d gone into medicine to become an OB/GYN.
Perhaps it was time to go back to that and be a proper doctor again—but I wasn’t going to do it on a failure. If I was going to consider ending my career as Dr. O, then I was going to do it with my final triumph, not with my one failure.
Jessica was just a particularly difficult case. I would figure this out eventually. I had to.
Chapter 7
Asher
The next two weeks were a pleasant blur. Jessica was often busy between being Mary’s maid of honor and working at her job. She was definitely busier than I was, since I’d made her my main project, and I often found myself staying and helping her with some wedding-related task.
After helping Jessica with whatever it was she was working on, we’d inevitably find our way into the bedroom, and there we’d have fun—but no orgasms.
I was hoping that the golf course would finally be the place. I had learned, during one of our post-sex conversations, that Jessica was an avid golfer. I enjoyed golf myself, having played it with my dad growing up, although I doubted I was as good at it as Jessica was. She went golfing almost every weekend, she’d told me, and so that following Saturday, I arranged for us to play a game at the local club.
It was clear from the moment we entered the clubhouse that Jessica was a regular there. The wait staff and the receptionist waved at her and greeted her by name. A couple of older golfers walked by, men with cliché pastel polo shirts and plaid shorts, and they all hugged her and complained about the sand trap at the ninth hole.
Jessica seemed different there, and for a few minutes, I couldn’t place it. But when we got out onto the green and I saw her deciding which iron to use, I realized that she was comfortable. Jessica was in her element out there, and maybe she wouldn’t ever be a pro golfer making a career out of this, but it made her happy. She seemed more relaxed on the green than she had in her own apartment.
I was glad that I’d gotten her out there so that I could witness that.
That was another reason that I needed to hurry this up. The more time I spent with Jessica, the closer I got to her, and that meant that I was in danger of getting emotionally entangled.
I worked hard to keep a professional, emotional distance between myself and my clients, and with Jessica, I was forced to blur those lines or create new ones in order to maintain balance. She didn’t know me as the doctor who’d been assigned to help her reach her first orgasm; she knew me as a guy she’d met in a bar that was essentially dating her. That left me stumbling around in a huge gray area that I’d never before encountered.
“Prepare to be annihilated,” Jessica warned me, lining up her first shot.
“That’s some pretty big talk there,” I told her, watching from the side. This position really did show off her ass in the best way.
“Do you go out on this green once a week?”
“No, but maybe I’m actually the son of a renowned former golfer, and she secretly taught me all of her ways, so now I’m primed to beat you.”
Jessica laughed. I enjoyed making her laugh; I didn’t think that she did that enough.
“Okay, sure, we’ll go with that.”
“I mean, if you’re so confident,” I said, leaning casually on my iron, “We could make a bet about it.”
“Oh? What kind of bet?”
“If I win, you have to let me convince you of the joys of doggie style.”
Jessica laughed again.
“Okay, and what if I win?”
“I don’t know—what do you want?”
“If I win, you have to make me that risotto you’ve been bragging about, the one you say is your signature dish.”
“Deal.”
I smiled at her, and then let her set up her shot. I figured I’d take it easy on her at first and let her get through the first hole before I started to play dirty.
Jessica beat me on the first hole, but then as she prepared to line up her shot for the second, I came up behind her and pressed her back to my chest.
“What—”
“Relax,” I murmured in her ear. “I’m adjusting your stance.”
“Is this what you learned from your pro golfer mom? A proper stance?” Jessica teased.
“Yes, but I’m teaching it to you in a special way.”
Jessica snorted, and I prepared for her to get annoyed and step away, but instead she gingerly rested back against me, rolling her weight onto her heels so that she was depending on me for balance. I smiled into the skin of her neck.
“Good.”
Jessica let out a little shiver as I squeezed her hips, and then ran my hands lightly up and down her sides.
“You’re so tense,” I whispered. “A golfer should never be tense like that. It screws up your shot.”
I slid one arm around her waist, my fingers toying with the hem of her shirt.
“Such a lovely top,” I went on. “I wonder what it could be covering.”
“If this is how you think you’re going to win,” Jessica replied, keeping her voice low in case others walked by, “You’ve got another think coming.”
“Nice skirt,” I commented, ignoring her words. I dropped one hand down, keeping my other arm wrapped around her waist, and slid my free hand along the skin of her leg. “Very naughty as well. It would be so easy for someone to just…”
I slid my hand up her leg, underneath her skirt, and Jessica moaned quietly. I kissed the skin behind her ear.
“Yes?”
My hand slid up higher, too high to be decent, and I sucked her earlobe into my mouth, biting on it gently. Jessica gave a little gasp and her head fell back onto my shoulder.
“We should—we should be playing the game,” Jessica whispered, her voice already starting to sound rough.
“But we are playing a game,” I pointed out. “Maybe not golf, but a game nonetheless.”
“Oh, are we?” Jessica stepped forward, peeling herself away from my arms, and gave me a surprisingly devilish grin. “In that case…”
She stepped back into me, cupping my dick through my pants. Her touch was light but firm, and her eyes bore straight up into mine.
“Game on,” she whispered, and then dove in and kissed me.
Before I could even react properly, she was pulling away, but not before giving my dick a squeeze that had it jumping in her hand. I struggled to get my breathing under control and watched as she bent over, ass in the air directly in my line of sight—which couldn’t be a coincidence—and took her shot.
It was a hole in one.
Well played, I thought. Well played.
By the tenth hole, I felt like a wreck. Jessica hadn’t been kidding when she’d said game on. She was kissing me, rubbing herself up against me, palming me through my pants, and throwing a double entendre over her shoulder after every shot.
My golf game—which wasn’t as good as hers even when my concentration wasn’t shot—was abysmal, since all the blood in my brain had abandoned ship in order to flush south.
Luckily, I was managing to give as good as I got, and I was sure that it was only constant practice and her familiarity with the course that kept Jessica from playing as badly as I was. I had been scattering kisses all over her neck, and if I could get my hands on her legs, those would distract her enough to let me suck a mark into her skin. Jessica, it seemed, had a thing for me grabbing her or for trailing my fingers up the insides of her thighs.
Now, we were on the tenth hole, and I craned my neck to make sure that nobody was watching. We were over by the trees, at the bottom of a hill, and I didn’t think that anyone else would be coming along any time soon. In fact, I hadn’t seen any golfers other than
the ones in the clubhouse. It seemed that everyone else had already played their games.
That didn’t mean that nobody was going to come along. A straggler, a gardener, anyone could stumble upon us at any moment.
At this point, I didn’t really care.
Jessica was lining up her shot, supposedly, but she was doing a terrible job over it. She kept glancing up at me through her lashes, looking coy and far too smug all at the same time. My fingers itched to dig into her skin and hold her down and make her cry my name. And if someone came along to interrupt us, screw it.
I strode towards her, and some of my purpose must have shown on my face, because Jessica opened her mouth to say something as her eyes widened a little. But then I had a hand around the back of her neck and was kissing her and she sagged against me, going deliciously pliant and molding herself against me.
“Game over,” I growled in her ear, grabbing one of her legs to hitch it up around my waist.
“Oh, oh,” Jessica gasped, clawing at my shoulders and thrusting her hips up against me. “Asher, someone could—anybody could just come along…”
“Do you want to go somewhere else?” I asked, sucking at one of the marks on her neck. “I want you right here, right now, but we can move if you want.”
“Somebody could come across and find us,” Jessica whispered again, and I pulled back. Her pupils were wide and her face was flushed, and it hit me like a freight train.
“You like that idea,” I murmured. “You like that somebody could just come here and find us, find you all wanton like this, grinding against me—”
Jessica moaned at that and kissed me, but I wasn’t going to let this go. So she had a little bit of a kink for getting caught? Naughty girl.
I got an arm around her waist and dipped her, lowering myself, lowering both of us until we were on the grass.
“You’re going to stain our clothes,” Jessica laughed, sounding young and carefree and possibly how she had been before other men had taught her that she was inadequate.
“Here, then,” I told her, rolling so that she was on top of me. “Work better?”
“Much better,” Jessica purred, sliding her hands up inside of my shirt and feeling my chest.
She had a thing for my abs and chest, which I had to admit was great fuel for my ego. Not that my ego needed much help in that direction.
“Tell me, Miss Banks,” I said, addressing her as if she were a patient. I even slipped into my doctor voice. “Do you like being this naughty?”
“Oh, my God,” Jessica groaned, her jaw nearly dropping open.
She scrambled for my pants and I sat up, kissing her, grabbing a breast and gently kneading it. Jessica sighed into my mouth, finally getting my pants undone and pulling me out of my briefs. She gave hard, firm strokes, ones that made my hips jerk up into her hand.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked. “What if—”
“I want you in me now, Asher,” she begged. “C’mon, get inside me, please, please, please.”
“But—”
“I want you to, please, someone could come any second, please!”
I couldn’t resist her when she begged so prettily. I lay back down, helped her to spread her legs and hike up her skirt, and then she slipped down over me. She was wet, extremely so, and it didn’t take much work for me to enter her.
I had to grit my teeth to resist the urge to thrust wildly up into her. She was so gorgeous like this, framed by the sun, her dark hair and shining skin, eyes bright with desire and mischief.
She set a hard, brutal pace, and I did my best to match it, thrusting up into her and trying to keep my grunts to a minimum since we were, after all, defiling public property, and didn’t want someone to find us and arrest us. But God, she felt so good.
I reached up and grabbed her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples, circling them, then sat up and sucked at them through the fabric of her shirt, pleased she hadn’t worn a bra. Jessica seemed to like that, her head falling back and her hips gyrating wildly.
This was it, I thought. This was the moment. She was so wild and desperate, I knew that this had to be when she’d orgasm. How could she not?
“Come on,” she begged. “I want to feel you—let go, I want to feel it, Asher, please.”
I tried to hold on, to keep thrusting up into her, but when she was asking me to come and she felt so hot and tight and was writhing on top of me like that…there was only so much a man could take. I came with a few more thrusts, kissing her so that neither of our noises would be heard, only the perfect, dirty slapping of skin on skin.
Jessica rolled off of me afterwards, while I was still basking in that perfect liquid afterglow feeling.
“Did you…?”
I started to ask, but then I saw her face and I knew that once again, I had failed her. She didn’t look glassy-eyed and blissed out. She looked as alert as ever.
“No.” She shook her head, but she didn’t look like she minded. “That was amazing.”
I wanted to ask her how it could be amazing if she didn’t orgasm, but I thought that she might take that the wrong way. Perhaps I just hadn’t held out long enough?
“Did you feel it building at all?”
“What do you mean?”
“An orgasm builds,” I explained, making an upward motion with my arm. “Think of it like a rollercoaster.”
Jessica gave me an adorable little pout as she thought about it.
“No, I’m sorry, nothing like that.”
I sighed inwardly. That meant that it wouldn’t have taken just me holding out a bit longer to get her there. What the hell was I missing?
“You don’t have to feel bad,” Jessica promised me. She stood up, trying to make herself look presentable again. “This is still the best sex I’ve ever had, seriously.”
“Thanks,” I told her, honestly grateful to hear that.
I would have to find out what else was holding her back, though. It must be something.
And I would find out what that something was.
Chapter 8
Asher
That weekend, I took Jessica out to dinner again. I was determined to figure out what was going on, and I planned for this dinner to be the time that we discussed it. It had to be psychological, but I just couldn’t figure out what, and I could only solve that problem by talking to her. If a round of heady sex in a public place wasn’t enough to make her orgasm, then what was?
We sat down and ordered our drinks, and were just perusing the menus when another couple was seated next to us. It was a small restaurant, so the tables were all kind of close together; close enough, in fact, that I could easily have a conversation with whoever was next to us without having to raise my voice or crane my neck.
I didn’t much notice the new couple—I was planning out my strategy while pretending to study the menu—but right after they sat down, I heard Jessica say in a choked voice,
“Mom? Dad?”
I put down my menu.
There were two older people next to us—a woman with Jessica’s bright blue eyes, and a man with Jessica’s nose and cheekbones. Both were staring at Jessica, who was staring in horror at them.
“Jess!” her mom exclaimed, smiling widely. “Oh my goodness, you didn’t tell me that you had a boyfriend! Is this the young man you mentioned the other day?”
“I—Mom, I barely mentioned him, it was—”
“Oh, nonsense, I know you too well for that.”
Jessica’s mother turned to me and smiled. I could see Jessica’s face starting to flush pink, and not in a good way. She was embarrassed, I realized—no, mortified—that her parents had caught us.
Although we had been going out a lot, neither Jessica nor I had brought up the subject of what our relationship was or if we were serious. I was avoiding that topic because I didn’t want to break her heart before it was time, but now with her parents here, there was only one thing to do.
“I can see where Jessica gets her good lo
oks,” I told her mother, smiling and holding out my hand. “I’m Asher. I’ve heard so many good things about you; it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
“Veronica,” Jessica’s mother said.
“Charlie,” her father supplied.
“A pleasure,” I repeated. “I know I’m going to sound like a sap here, but I have to tell you, you raised a remarkable woman. Only thirty-one and already the vice president of a company? She’s amazing.”
“How old are you?” Charlie asked, ignoring Jessica’s expression of complete humiliation.
“Thirty-six,” I told him. “I’m an OB/GYN; I work in the North Shore district.”
“Wonderful,” Charlie said. “A doctor, what’s that like?”
“Positive, since I’m usually delivering babies,” I told him. “It’s a miracle every time.”
“And how did you two meet?” Veronica asked, clearly eager for details.
“My date stood me up,” I explained, “And I happened to look across the bar, where there’s this beautiful woman who sounds like she’s being stood up as well. I thought, well, misery loves company, so I went over and introduced myself. We talked for hours and I just knew I had to see her again.”
Jessica was staring at me with gratitude in her eyes, and I winked at her. Her parents might think that I was the charming boyfriend, but I knew that Jessica would understand that the wink was meant to reassure her that I had this under control. Parents always loved me.
“So, what brings you two out on this fine night?” I asked. “Celebrating anything?”
“Oh, no, just our normal date night,” Veronica said.
“Wonderful. And what do you two do?”
That was all it took to get Veronica and Charlie started on their work—Veronica was a schoolteacher and Charlie was a mechanic—and then from there onto how they’d met thirty-five years ago, and then stories about Jessica growing up.
I responded with enthusiasm and listened and encouraged them to chitchat. After all, the more they talked, the less explaining about myself I had to do. But I also found myself wanting to know more about them. I wanted to find out more about the two people who had raised the woman playing footsie with me under the table.
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