One Hot Doctor

by Brooks, Sarah J.

  “Only with you,” I tell her. For now. In a few months, I’ll have to move on and not necessarily to another woman.

  Maybe to another job. As much as I love working at the fertility clinic, I’m starting to toy around with the idea of moving on. Possibly back to obstetrics and gynecology. I could even open my own clinic. The possibilities are many. I’m not there yet, but I feel as if I might be close to moving on. We’ll see.

  Cora pushes me under the shower to rinse off. The next thing I feel is warm lips closing over my dick. I let out a deep growl of pleasure as Cora takes me fully in the mouth.

  I slide my fingers through her wet hair as she moves up and down on the length of my cock. I groan and pump into her mouth. A soft hand cups and then caresses my balls. Her tongue teases the sensitive head of my cock, and within seconds, I’m growling like a beast. Cora does that to me. My lust for her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in this world.

  I could come in her mouth, but with Cora, I’ve realized that my pleasure is intensified when I’m sharing it with her. I gently pry her off my dick and help her to her feet. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist, and with one free hand, I press my cock through the folds of her pussy. She’s soaking wet and ready for me. When I’m buried to the hilt, I lean forward to kiss her.

  She tastes like the beach and sunshine. She rubs her pebbled nipples against my chest and wriggles her hips searching for friction. I draw back and take one step so that Cora’s back is on the tiled wall. I place a firm grip on her hips and pull my cock back.

  When I’m almost out, I slam back in, and her cries fill the bathroom. “More,” she says.

  I slam into her over and over again. Her fingers rake the skin on my shoulders, but I don’t feel any pain. Even if I did, I wouldn’t care. The pleasure I’m feeling is worth it.

  Cora’s climax is building up. I can tell from the cries coming from her mouth and the lost expression in her eyes. Then her body clenches, and juices flood her pussy, and slurping sounds fill the air as I pump through her orgasm.

  “Fuck yeah,” Cora cries as the orgasm rocks her.

  Seeing her like that with her eyes rolled back, reveling in the pleasure we’ve created, brings me to my climax. She’s still trembling from her orgasm when I finally rupture and release spurts of my come into her.

  ***

  “It must have been lonely watching all these couples walking on the beach holding hands and you’re all alone. Poor you,” Cora says playfully.

  I adopt a similarly casual tone. “It was torture.” I mean every word of it. Even though the conference was a professional event, I’d noticed that most attendants had brought their partners or spouses with them. Yeah, calling it torture is not an exaggeration.

  This is perfect and new to me. I’ve never walked on the beach with a woman. The warm sand tickling our bare feet, the water lapping the shore, and the salt-tinged breeze keeping the air cool are all intensified.

  I could stay here for days. Weeks even. I glance at Cora strolling beside me. She looks so beautiful and chill with her silky red mane blowing wildly behind her. She senses my stare, turns and smiles, and then takes my hand.

  She looks so different from the Cora who walked into my room hours earlier, anger literally spewing out of her. After our shared shower, I managed to convince her to stay with me until Sunday. The conference is over, and the only thing lined up for the weekend is just relaxing. We found everything Cora needs in the gift store, and now I feel as if I’ve just received an unexpected gift.

  “You doctors have the cushiest lives,” Cora says.

  “Why is that?” I ask her, amused by her turn of phrase.

  “Look at all this.” She uses her free hand to gesture at our surroundings. “Have you ever heard of a conference for gym owners held at a beach resort? No! Not fair.”

  I laugh at the indignation in her voice. “There have to be some perks to listening to people’s problems all day.”

  “Yeah, I suppose so,” Cora grudgingly agrees. “Seriously, I couldn’t do what you, Martin, Fran, and my brother-in-law do. What drew you to wanting to become an obstetrician-gynecologist?”

  No one had ever asked me that question before. It was so long ago that I have to take a moment to remember. “It’s not something I’d wanted when I went to med school. Initially, I wanted to go into cosmetic surgery, then after rotation, I fell in love with the myriad of aspects of women’s health. So, I changed directions, and I never once regretted it.”

  “It must be awesome to be so sure of what you want and to have your family’s support,” Cora says, her voice carrying a tinge of sadness.

  “Doesn’t your family support your choice to be an entrepreneur?” I ask her.

  “If you hadn’t noticed, my family is full of what is thought of as traditional occupations. I remember how horrified everyone was when I announced that I wanted to study sports science in college.”

  “That’s crazy. It’s so admirable to watch someone start their own business and make a success of it. Some of us can only dream of it.”

  “I didn’t know you wanted to do your own thing.” There’s surprise in her voice.

  I also surprise myself when I tell her my dreams. She listens without interrupting, and when I finish, she’s very encouraging, and I actually start to get excited about it.

  “So will you do it?” Cora asks.

  I shrug noncommittally. “It’s just something on my mind, that’s all.”

  “What’s your favorite place to vacation?” Cora asks me after a beat.

  I wrack my brain and come up with nothing. “The last time I went on vacation, it was with my family, and I was sixteen years old.”

  Cora grinds to a stop. “You’ve never been on vacation as an adult?”

  “No.”

  “That’s a sin,” she exclaims. “Why?”

  I shrug. “I guess I’ve always been too busy with stuff. College, then work, then …” my voice trails off.

  I was about to say then Tess passed on. We’d had plans to go on our very first vacation as a couple.

  “We have to rectify that,” Cora says. “My friends and I have been on loads of vacations over the years, but I have to say that my favorite spot is Hawaii. I love it there.”

  “Maybe one day we’ll go there together.” The words come out before I can arrest them. Making such statements is a recipe for danger, knowing full well that when the baby comes, that will be the end for us.

  In the distance, boats bob on the surface of the darkening ocean. A sigh of pleasure escapes my mouth. A thought so unexpected and so poignant comes to me. I wish I’d done such things with Tessa. Pain spreads across my chest at the realization of how little fun Tessa and I had. I have very few memories to draw on. That’s another regret to add to my regret box.

  I’d always thought of myself as having been a good husband to Tessa, but the more Cora and I speak, and I get a glimpse of her and her friends’ lives, it hits me that I was actually quite a shitty husband. Yes, I performed all the duties and responsibilities of a husband, but when I look back, I don’t see the fun.

  Tessa had been so patient with me. She had probably been waiting for me to slow down. To start living. Even then, I’d worked all weekends, leaving her to her own devices. She had never complained, and I remember telling her that it was all for us and there would be time for other things later.

  Only time ran out for us, and that later never came. My timing had always been bad when it came to relationships. Some people should come with a warning sign glued to their foreheads: Not suitable for marriage/relationships.

  “I’m starving,” Cora says, jolting me back to the present. “It’s embarrassing how hungry I get.”

  “You’re growing another human being in your body.”

  We turn back, and once again, each of us is lost in our thoughts. There’s something about the sea and the beach that’s inspiring candid thought.

  There’s something else that
I haven’t even managed to admit to myself. After I got over the initial shock of the pregnancy news, I’d gotten excited about the baby. But a couple of weeks later, that feeling disappeared.

  I’m ashamed to admit that the baby doesn’t feel real anymore. I look at fathers-to-be at work and see the excitement in their eyes. Where’s my excitement?

  I really am fucked up.

  Chapter 17

  Cora

  This has got to be the simplest dress that I now own, but it’s the one that has me feeling the sexiest. It’s floral and strapless and loose around my body. It was the only one left of its kind in the gift shop. Maybe it feels so special because Thomas bought it for me. He insisted on buying everything I need for the weekend. It felt odd accepting so much from him, but he’d insisted, and we had started to draw attention from other shoppers.

  I fork the last of my steak and potatoes and sit back in my chair.

  “Do you want more?” Thomas asks, a look of concern on his face, which makes me laugh.

  “I’m good, I promise, and no dessert for me either,” I say, patting my belly. I reach for my glass of water and drain it in one go. “This baby is turning me into a glutton.” Not that I’m worried about getting back into shape. Working out for me has never been a chore. I love it, and I’ll be right back at it when the baby is born.

  Any single woman in the restaurant looking at me now is probably thinking how lucky I am. Thomas is the kind of male that attracts female attention wherever he goes. I want to ask him whether he’s excited about the baby, but he’s fallen back into his pensive mood. I have no doubt that he’s thinking about Tessa. His gaze is focused somewhere to my right. He eats without much enjoyment or paying attention to what goes into his mouth. If only they knew. No woman can have Thomas’s heart. Knowing that doesn’t stop me from wishing he was available to love. Wishing he could be mine.

  This is the perfect moment to have the conversation that brought me here. Only I can’t bring myself to ask him why he left town without letting me know. I have an inkling of what the answer might be, and I don’t want to hear it. What if he raises an eyebrow at me and reminds me that he doesn’t owe me an explanation? What then? How do I respond to that? I know I’m being a coward but I’m loving the impromptu vacation, and I don’t want anything to spoil it. I’ll ask him when we return to LA.

  After dinner, a live band gets on the stage and starts playing oldies. I love dancing, and it has been ages since I took to the dance floor.

  “Do you want to dance?” I ask Thomas.

  “Sure,” he says, and he takes my hand, and we thread through the tables to the dance floor at the center of the room.

  Thomas turns out to be a pretty good dancer rousing my curiosity. What was his life with Tessa like? What had they done on the weekends? It’s odd and weird to think of Thomas with another woman. Married to her, not even dating.

  After two more energetic dances, we leave the dance floor and get fresh drinks from the bar. We head to the tables on the balcony, where we have a view of the dark ocean.

  “You must have loved her very much,” I say and cringe. I like to accuse Adeline of talking too much, but I’m no different.

  “She was special,” Thomas says.

  I swallow a lump of saliva. I feel a mixture of emotions. Sad for him and also jealous of her that she experienced the kind of love that some of us never will in our lives.

  “But that’s not what I’m thinking about right now.” He looks at me suggestively, his heated gaze dropping to my breasts.

  My body responds instantly, with heat pooling between my legs. My nipples harden and push through the material of the dress. I didn’t wear a bra because the dress came with enough support at the chest, but that means that Thomas can easily notice my protruding nipples.

  “Shall we go up to the room?” Thomas asks, his voice dark and husky.

  “Yes,” I reply, my voice just as thick with desire.

  I drain my water, and Thomas and I head to the elevators to our room. There are other people in the elevator, and we content ourselves with holding hands.

  In the room, Thomas flicks on the lights and then stands close to me without touching me. “You look so beautiful in that dress; it’s a shame that it has to come off.”

  I laugh softly. “I’ll wear it some other time.”

  He bends to kiss my bare shoulders, and I exhale a shaky breath. He straightens up, pushes the straps off my shoulders, and pulls my dress down. He eats me with his gaze as more of my body is revealed.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

  I step out of the dress and reach for his shirt to unbutton it. As I pop each button, Thomas cups my breasts as if trying to see if his hands can cover them. I push his shirt out of the way and caress his chiseled chest.

  He bends to take a nipple into his mouth, and I arch my back. For the next half an hour, Thomas pleasures me with his hands, tongue, and cock. It doesn’t feel like sex tonight. It feels like more.

  Or maybe that’s just me. I want Thomas to be so much more than my baby daddy that I’m making our sex to be more than it is.

  Afterward, we lie in each other’s arms, and I hear his breathing grow heavy as he drifts off to sleep. It takes me longer to fall asleep. It’s frightening to have feelings for a man who doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. A man who already had his number one, but that is nothing new. I’ve never been anyone’s number one.

  I’m scared of the heartbreak this will lead to. But maybe it won’t. Maybe I’m worrying for nothing. Maybe after I have my baby, I’ll have all the love I need. And for once in my life, I’ll be someone’s number one. My hand snakes to my slightly rounded belly, and I caress the small bump.

  Whatever happens between Thomas and me, I will still have my baby. That’s got to be enough right?

  ***

  For someone who had not planned on a mini-vacation, I’m having the time of my life. Last night, before I fell asleep, I decided to shove all my worries away for this weekend and have a good time.

  I finish putting on the rather risqué swimsuit and stare at my reflection in the mirror. Thank God for sarongs, I muse, turning to stare over my shoulder. The bikini bottom shows more ass than it covers, but then again, no one here knows me. Before opening the door, I call out, “Ready?”

  “I’ve been ready hours ago,” Thomas shouts back.

  I fling the door open and catwalk across the room, adding a sway to my walk. Thomas whistles.

  “That is flaming hot. Fuck, Cora.”

  I laugh. We bought it together, but I am sure that Thomas had no idea just how tiny the bikini was. I’m stacked at the front, so the top just manages to cover my nipples.

  “Come here,” Thomas growls, and when I pretend to run off to the bathroom, he sprints after me. He wraps his hands around my waist, angles his mouth over mine, kisses me lightly, and then pulls back. He runs his hands down my hips and then cups my bare ass cheeks.

  He leans forward to whisper into my ear. “How about we skip that swim?”

  I laugh and push him away. “Nice try but heck no. The ocean is waiting.” I glance down at the bulge in his shorts and give it a pat. “Later, I promise.”

  In the bathroom, I grab the sarong and slip into it. Thomas and I leave the room. Our plan is to spend the afternoon on the beach. Thomas carries a bag that has everything we need.

  We’re lucky to snag two beach loungers and drape our towels over them. I can’t keep my gaze off the water, and I can’t wait to immerse myself in the ocean. I feel as excited as a kid, and I quickly shrug off my sarong and throw it on the lounger.

  That’s when I notice a group of guys seated on beach chairs near us. There are five of them ogling me, and not even trying to hide it. I notice Thomas scowling at them. It’s annoying, but the best thing is always to ignore it.

  “Hey, relax,” I tell him.

  “I hope I’ve never behaved like that in front of a beautiful, sexy woman,” he says.

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nbsp; I laugh. “I bet you’ve stared; most men have. I got used to it.” The skimpy bikini doesn’t help, but this has always happened. “I got curves earlier than most girls, so you can imagine what school was like.”

  “I can just imagine teenage boys ogling after you, the little bastards,” Thomas says darkly.

  I laugh. “It was a long time ago.” I grab Thomas’s hand. “Race you to the water.”

  “You are not racing in that,” he says.

  His jealousy is funny but misplaced. He owns my body and heart, and it doesn’t matter who looks or whistles. He walks behind me to block the view of my almost bare ass from the guys.

  I gasp when my toes dip into the water. It’s cool at first touch, but as we wade deeper, it becomes warmer. We stop when the water is shoulder-deep. Thomas splashes salty water on my face.

  “Oh no, you didn’t!”

  I go after him, and for the next ten or so minutes, we frolic in the water. It’s the most fun I’ve had in years. We hide from each other underwater. At one point, Thomas disappears, and the next thing I feel is a crawly going up my leg. I shriek and swim away. Thomas resurfaces and laughs his ass off.

  It’s nice to see him like this. Relaxed and laughing with seemingly no care in the world. We wade back to the beach and then flop down on the beach loungers. I’m glad the group of guys has left. I don’t want anything to spoil the special afternoon.

  The other people near us are a couple, and they’re definitely lost in their own world. We bask in the sun, sip on the water the resort provided us with and chat.

  “I could stay here forever,” I say with a sigh.

  “It would get old very fast,” Thomas says. “You’d miss your business and friends and family.”

  “I guess you’re right,” I tell him. “But I’m loving the fantasy. Don’t spoil it for me.”

  He laughs, then grows solemn. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.” Suddenly, my breathing escalates. Anytime Thomas grows serious, I worry, and I’m not sure of what exactly.