The Doctor's Fake Marriage: A Single Dad & Virgin Romance

by Amy Brent

  I went for a brief run and showered before dressing for work. I got in the car and listened to the news as I drove, parking with a yawn as I leaned back in my car. It was going to be a long day with more reports, and I vowed to just make it to the weekend when I could work it all off inside of Cherie.

  Amy was tired as expected and we both started the morning with strong coffee. She cleaned up the report from last night before sending it off and shifted in her seat before she opened a blank word document. “Here we go with number two.”

  I laughed at the reference as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Sorry. It’s funny.”

  “You’re a fool.” She grinned. “You need some sleep.”

  We ordered lunch in to keep working, and I could see the looks that I got when I went to refresh my cup of coffee. There were rumors about how closely we worked together, but none of the staff knew what was going on in my life. I was sure that they might know that I was a player before but to know that I was talking to a phone sex operator was so much more. The fact that I was planning to meet her since I was falling for her sounded absurd in my head, not to mention saying the words.

  Somehow, the rumors about my assistant weren’t so bad.

  CHAPTER 11

  Amy

  I made it through that day, vowing to have some time on the phone with Phil after work. Last night I was beat and fell right to sleep since keeping up with the day job was important to my future. Hell, it was my future since I didn’t have any intention of settling on a man to take care of me. I was going to choose love. If I ended up loving Phil, then everything would be perfect.

  I smiled. Life wasn’t that easy.

  I got home at six and turned on my phone after I walked into the apartment. There were some missed calls and texts, and I read them as I changed into a t-shirt and dropped onto my bed. I only wanted Phil.

  I waited until it rang and saw his name, answering it with a breathy hello. He seemed eager to talk to me too, asking if the weekend was still on. He asked if I was all right since I didn’t answer last night and told him that I had a little cold and slept it off. I assured him that I was looking forward to Saturday and asked again if he’d say what he had in mind for me.

  Phil refused teasingly, and I pleaded, adding to my accent as he laughed at me. This was so much more than just sex. It was comfortable and natural, making me hope that it was this easy in person. I knew that I stayed up late talking to him and getting myself off yet again to the idea of Saturday night, but it would be worth it. Tomorrow was Friday and then it would be the weekend, something that had taken forever to come. In two nights, I would be coming around his tongue and his cock, milking him for everything that he had to offer.

  We ended the call with just a few hours left to sleep, and if I were a different person I would just call in the following morning. I earned some sick time as well as vacation time, and it made sense, but it just wasn’t me. I dragged myself out of bed and showered, wearing a red dress to work with heels. I was going to be happy today, vibrant. No matter what, I was going to think about Phil and what was going to happen in mere hours, concentrating on that. Brett and I had made a lot of progress the night before and today would be easy in comparison to the last two. I knew that he was tired as well by the coffee that he kept drinking and the circles under his eyes, though he still looked happy. Gorgeous, too.

  I worked at my desk and made sure that all the loose ends were tied up for the weekend since there was no way in hell that I would come into the office after five o clock tonight.

  I went to lunch with friends and listened to them talk about their dates and plans for the weekend, while I held my own in. Nobody knew about the phone job, to begin with, so how could I explain meeting a client? They did notice the haircut, the color, the mani and pedi as well as just my slight change in style though and hounded me about it since the beginning of last week. I just explained that I had a great job for a change and wanted to make the changes for fun, given that I was a twenty-six-year-old woman and it was completely normal for women to do such things. It was true, in part.

  The afternoon dragged when I returned but finally. Finally, it was time to go home. I planned to get some sleep tonight at nearly any cost so I could be prepared for tomorrow. Phil agreed that he was going to try and rest as well, making me not turn my phone on for any calls. Instead, I stood in front of the mirror and stared for several moments, wondering if he’d like me at all. I never told clients what I looked like, choosing instead to make up a glamorous woman of their dreams based on what I knew about their likes. I still didn’t reveal much to Phil, wanting him to be surprised. I wanted a natural reaction on his face the first time that he saw me.

  I knew that I was pretty, but I saw every flaw tonight as I looked myself over much harder than I needed to. There were the few extra pounds from sitting too much for work and the good meals that I enjoyed near the office. It wasn’t excessive, but I swore that I saw every pound. My hair was still fresh and vibrant, so I couldn’t criticize that too much, other than the fact that it was wildly curly. That was a fact I wasn’t yet ready to change.

  I stepped out of the bathroom in my pajamas, sitting down on the couch to watch a movie to relax my nerves. I thought about the fact the small group of friends and I stopped spending time together when I started working two jobs, not due to a fight but just life happening. I thought about texting someone but what would I say? My plans for tomorrow were insane, and job talk could only last so long, right? I decided to just watch something and go to sleep as early as I could.

  I woke up on the couch early the following morning and blinked. I looked around to see the morning new playing and searched for the time on the screen. It was seven, so I had a lot of time today. Meaning I had a lot of time to worry about what could go wrong. I sighed and got up to make some coffee, padding around the kitchen in my bare feet as I looked around. This apartment was beautiful and cost about one thousand more than something in a different area would run me, though it wouldn’t be safe as this one. I lived in a great part of the city, and if I didn’t work both jobs, I wondered if I could afford it.

  Brett paid me generously and today wouldn’t affect that job. I could afford this with a little rearranging of my budget and possibly another type of second job. Nothing would pay as well as the phone job, at least nothing that was a lot more intimate and personal. I was getting ahead of myself, and I sipped the strong liquid as I forced my mind to slow down. Nothing might come from tonight, nothing life changing anyway. I didn’t need to plan everything this morning.

  I went shopping to kill time and found some cute clothes to add to my closet. I ate a light lunch, thinking about the dinner that Phil planned for tonight. He didn’t tell me any details other than the hotel room number and the time to arrive. I headed home with time to get ready, taking a fresh shower and letting my hair dry naturally into its trademark curls. I added enough product to keep the frizz under control and stared into the mirror as I planned everything else. I didn’t want to look like I tried too hard for Phil but I wanted to take his breath away, if possible.

  I settled on a light foundation to even out my skin and a dark liner on my lid to bring out my eyes. I added a shimmer under my brow and mascara on my lashes before selecting a gloss that matched the dress perfectly. I knew that I looked good since Brett told me that enough at work to mean it. I just had to let nature take its course that night. I grabbed a bigger purse that I could fill with things for an overnight stay and looked around my house as I stepped toward my front door.

  I’d arranged for a ride since I didn’t care for driving in the city. I pulled my long sweater around my body and my purse over my shoulder before I locked my front door and went out to look for the Uber. It was a bright blue car, and I slipped inside and smiled at the girl driving as I slipped the belt over my body. Every press of the brakes resonated with me, and I memorized every building that we passed. Tonight was going to be something to remember no matter how it turned o
ut. We stopped in front of the stunning hotel, and I took a slow breath as I stared at it for a moment. “Thank you,” I murmured as I slipped her a bill and stepped onto the curb. It was sunny and breezy out, typical weather for Southern California and I relaxed and let the sweater fall open as I smiled. I could do this.

  I walked through the heavy glass doors, smiling at the doorman that opened them for me as he gave me a second look. I blushed and walked towards the elevators as I took a wide-eyed look around the beautiful lobby. I didn’t stay in places like this on my own, and I felt a bit intimidated as I nibbled on my lip. Was this Phil’s life? Was he accustomed to luxury and the best of everything, and more than that; did I have anything to offer him? I pressed the button to the elevator and waited with a neutral expression on my face as my thoughts raced through my mind. I was suddenly close to trembling with nerves, and I walked inside of the half-filled car on shaky legs as I dropped my gaze to the floor.

  The room I was searching for was on the seventh floor, the top floor. I stepped out with a few other people and paused as they made their way to their rooms. I checked the signs to see that the one I was looking for was to the right as I made my way with slow steps. A part of me wanted to run back to my apartment, my safe place where nobody knew Cherie. I wanted to talk to Phil just a few more times until I had the strength to sever all ties with him and move on.

  Just a few more doors and I’d be there.

  I stopped walking and took a deep breath. Was I ready for this? Did I want to take this to the next level?

  The next thing I knew, I was in front of the door. I raised my hand as my breath stilled and knocked, softly and slowly. This was the moment that could change everything in my life, good or bad. My heart pounded in my chest as all my feelings for Phil combined in my stomach, knotting it tightly as I raised my eyes up as the doorknob turned.

  My mouth dropped open at the face that was staring back at me. “No,” I murmured as I started to step backward.

  CHAPTER 12

  Brett

  I opened the door after running a hand through my hair. I arrived early to make sure that everything was set up correctly and showered there, dressing in black jeans and a button up shirt in white to answer the door. The room was beautiful, and I noted many areas to christen if we found our chemistry to be as strong as it seemed. I took a last glanced around as the knock sounded at the door, feeling my heart start to beat harder in my chest. I stepped towards it, a million thoughts twisting in my mind as I turned the knob and pulled the door open.

  “The fuck?” I asked as I saw the face on the other side of the door. I saw her every day at work, and she looked as beautiful as every right now, with her wide eyes and pink cheeks. “You’re Cherie?”

  “No, oh my God. I have to leave,” Amy stammered as she started to turn and walk away. I reached out and took her arm gently as she stared back at me.

  “Come inside,” I urged her as all the blood raced to my groin and my desire turned into need.

  “I’m sorry. I should leave,” she told me, resisting as she pulled away. I saw the fear in her eyes and understood that Amy was concerned about her job and stability, but I pulled back.

  “Please,” I begged her as our eyes locked. Amy licked her lips and stepped forward as she glanced on either side of her, slipping through the door before I closed it. “I can’t believe that it’s you.”

  “I’m mortified,” Amy admitted as I remembered all the fantasies that she’d shared with me, including several office themed ones. “This ruins everything, Brett. This changes everything.”

  For me, I saw her as the incredible person that I always had. I was stunned, sure, but I knew Amy inside and out, and I wanted to give her everything that she wanted. “It doesn’t. You’re as safe with me as you’ve always been, Amy.” I stepped forward, cupping her face as I leaned in to kiss her without hesitation as she moaned against my lips. In between long, deep kisses, I told Amy that I knew her every desire and how she sounded when she came, watching her eyes grow heavier with every word before she’d lean in for another kiss. “I am so glad that it was you,” I whispered as I slipped the sweater off her body and let it drop to the floor.

  Our tongues danced together as she wrapped her legs around me and held tighter to my neck, showing me the side of her that I’d been fantasizing about for months. I carried her to the couch, a soft leather piece of furniture that offered room to get to know each other. Lowering Amy to it, I knelt beside her and kissed her harder as she pulled me close. “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,” she murmured as I moved my lips to kiss her jaw slowly. I nibbled as she cried out, knowing her every turn on now and planning on pushing all her buttons. “Brett,” Amy moaned as I kissed down her neck, inhaling the scent of hers deeply as I tasted it on her skin. I sucked on her skin and slipped my hands up her thighs, feeling her heat as she arched her back towards me. My cock was straining against my pants, needing to be inside of her after months of need.

  I slipped a hand between her legs and found her hot and wet as my fingers slid under the lace of her boy shorts to search for the clit that she needed to be touched. I knew how hard she came from clit play and she rocked against me as I stroked her, finding it swollen and hard. I groaned as I kept moving my hand over her, feeling her wetter as she moaned and pushed against me. I lifted my face to watch her come, jerking against me as her eyes closed and mouth hung open.

  It was beautiful just as I knew it would be, both seeing her on a near-daily basis as well as listening to her over the phone.

  Amy dropped back down to the couch, and I moved beside her as her hand found my cock under my pants, painfully hard by now. “Take all of this off. I’ve wanted to see you for so long,” her voice was scratchy and weak as I dropped onto the floor beside the couch to find her mouth with mine. I couldn’t count the number of times that we’d gotten one another off at this point and I memorized the taste of her tongue against mine as we kissed heavily. I stood slowly and stripped my clothes off as her eager eyes took in every step of the process, resting on my cock as I fisted it.

  “I am hard for you right now. I’ve been hard for you daily since I met you, Amy.” I stared into her needy eyes as I spoke.

  “Me or Cherie?” She asked as she moved into a sitting position and stared at the head of my cock.

  “I pursued you first,” I answered as I stepped towards her and cupped her face. She’d often spoken about sucking my cock, and I knew that she wanted it as she licked her lips. “It was always you. This is a dream come true for me.” Amy opened her mouth, and I eased my way inside of her as I closed my eyes. Her mouth was hot and wet, wrapping tightly around me as I felt hands circling my ass to pull me closer.

  She was encouraging me. I gripped her hair and started to move slowly so she could work around me, tight and soft as I slid in and out. Before too long, we’d established a rhythm, and I knew that I was finally going to come in her sweet little mouth. It didn’t need to be discussed as Amy grabbed and pulled at me, greedily eating away at me as I shot into her throat and called her name. It already had been.

  I dropped to the couch once I’d emptied myself inside of her and she moved against me with a soft moan. I pulled her close and held her as we started talking together. “I can’t believe it was you. I always wanted it to be you, but I was falling for Phil.”

  “Phil was falling for Cherie as well,” I assured her as I looked into her eyes. “Just like I was falling for you, Amy. It makes so much sense now, the way it felt so natural. I thought I was crazy a few times.”

  “So did I,” Amy said as worry filled her eyes. “But what about everything? Work? I can’t have anyone knowing about the phone stuff, Brett.”

  “I’d never tell anyone, baby.” I didn’t want her to do it anymore, feeling like she was all mine but I remained quiet. “That is our secret, and we’ll deal with work when we have to. Not tonight.”

  We started to kiss again, not done fulfilling our spoken fantasies
as I carried her to the large bed in the spacious bedroom. She clung to me as I dropped her to the mattress and kissed her hungrily, pushing her down against the comforter. “What do I smell?” Amy murmured as she raised her arms so I could lift the small dress over her head, finding her nipples bare and hard for me.

  “Vanilla candles and roses,” I responded as I leaned down to suck one into my mouth. Had I known, I’d have searched for cider candles to match her intoxicating scent.

  “Thank you,” Amy told me as I raised my eyes to hers in the softly lit room. “You made this so much more than sex.”

  “It was always more than sex, Amy. There’s just so many ways that we want each other right now that I can’t keep my hands off you. It’s not ending with that, though.” I crawled over her body to kiss her neck as I roamed her freely with my fingertips, stroking here and pulling there. I ravaged her dark pink nipples with my tongue and teeth, making her cry out as she pulled me closer. I kissed her soft stomach down to where her legs fell apart, dropping between them, and tasting her sweet honey. It consumed me as I licked and tasted her, finding even more sweetness dripping against my mouth as I focused on her clit. She moved with me, far from shy and wanting everything I’d promised her on the phone. I pulled and teased her, using my teeth as Amy screamed and tried to thrust against me when I held her still. Amy was going to be at my mercy right now.

  I grabbed the box of condoms off the table once she’d come and was begging me to fuck her, ripping one pen and sheathing my thick cock with it. My hands were shaking. This was something that I’d wanted for months, and I looked at her, laying back against the pillows with her halo of curls and her knees dropped haphazardly, open and tempting.

  I moved over her, finding her mouth as I positioned myself and savored the moment. I slipped inside of her, slowly, inch-by-inch. Our lips molded together, and our tongues danced as she gripped me like a vise that was made just for me. I buried myself all the way in and moved back to side in again as she wrapped her legs around me. I wanted this to be slow, but it was too hard to hold back, and before too long we were fucking hard and fast, both searching for a mutual orgasm as our bodies rocked together. She felt so good, and her moans echoed around me as I watched her face as carefully as possible, wanting to see every release pass across it to make up for all the ones I’d missed. She started a beat before me, tightening and washing me with warmth before my own orgasm started, our voices raised together as we came hard and long.