Between The Sheets

by Parker, Weston

  Elizabeth sipped her wine and remained perfectly quiet between us.

  I chuckled. “This is not the place to pick up women, Parks.”

  “Suit yourself,” the other doctor mused. Then he shouldered Elizabeth gently and waggled his eyebrows at her. “But if a pretty girl wanted to leave with me, I wouldn’t say no.”

  Elizabeth set her wine down and fixed her lips in a smile. “I’m a pretty good wing man.”

  Parks clamped a hand over his heart and reeled back in his seat. “That hurts, Lizzy. Seriously. Can’t you throw a guy a bone?”

  “No. Especially not when you insist on continuing to call me Lizzy.”

  Parks looked to me. “Help me out, man.”

  I shook my head and draped an arm over the back of Elizabeth’s chair. It was a casual position and a comfortable one, but it dimly occurred to me that she might perceive it of me being possessive of her.

  Which I wasn’t.

  At least, I tried to tell myself I wasn’t.

  “You dug this hole yourself, Parks. You can get yourself out of it.”

  Parks dismissed both me and Elizabeth with a wave of his hand. “All right. Fine. Have your resident to yourself then.”

  Elizabeth bit her bottom lip, and her warm brown eyes flicked to me.

  I willed her not to say a damn word. Just the way she was looking at me with her full bottom lip pressed tight between her teeth had me coming undone at the seams. Blood rushed to my cock, and I found myself shifting in my seat to try to get comfortable.

  Elizabeth averted her gaze as her cheeks flared pink and distracted herself by reaching for her wine glass once more. “When you’re feeling up to it, I wouldn’t mind taking a walk through the place.”

  I nodded, grateful for the change of subject. “I can introduce you to some influential people at the hospital and in the industry. People who will serve you well to know as your career advances.”

  “I’d like that.”

  Parks was eavesdropping and flashed us a smile. “They’d like that too. You’re the most beautiful girl in here. I’m sure every single doctor—and married one—is itching to learn your name and find out who you work under. They’ll be disappointed to learn you’re already spoken for. Won’t they, Aiden?”

  I nearly swallowed my tongue.

  Then Elizabeth giggled softly. “Well, there’s nobody I’d rather work under.”

  Holy hell.

  She shot me a devious smile. “Shall we walk?”

  “In a minute.” I grabbed the pitcher of ice water from the table and filled up my empty glass, needing something to occupy the next couple minutes while my hard on ebbed away. Elizabeth carried on being sexy as hell, not seeming to give a damn about the bind she was putting me in. It turned me on even more. I wanted her. Needed her.

  I craved her like an addict craved his next fix, and the thoughts of her tangled up in my bed sheets sent my senses into overdrive. I ached to touch her silky-smooth skin, to feel her breasts under my palms and her nipples between my lips. Soon, I would know all there was to know about what lay under those scrubs that made her look so damn good.

  I spread out my glass of water over the next five minutes, which bought me enough time to relax enough to get to my feet and offer her my hand. “Let’s go make small talk and swap OR stories.”

  Elizabeth slapped her hand into mine. “Let’s.”

  I drew her away from the table and from Parks, and as we sifted through the crowd, I leaned to the side. My lips were just inches from her ear, and I felt her stiffen beside me. “As soon as we’re done here, we’ll slip out.”

  “And then?” she asked. It sounded like a dare.

  “And then we go back to my place and lock the doors so I can do what I’ve been thinking about doing for days.”

  She let out a quivering sigh, and I grazed her bare shoulders with my fingertips before letting my hand fall to the middle of her back to guide her through the crowd toward a throng of surgeons standing near the bar with drinks in their hands and a rosy hue to their cheeks.

  For the time being, I’d keep my head in the game. These were important conversations for Elizabeth’s career. And that was what this whole thing was about, anyway. Propelling us both forward. I could help her financially in the moment with our bargain, but this would help her decades from now and straight through to her retirement.

  * * *

  I glanced over at Elizabeth as I pulled out of the parking lot and smiled. “Did you have fun?”

  “Yeah. It was wonderful, but you guys have to stop talking about me being so great. I’m just a normal resident. It’s going to become obvious to everyone that you’re smitten.” She smiled and waited until we were a couple blocks away from the hotel to undo her seatbelt.

  “What’re you doing? Something wrong?” I kept my eyes trained on the road as I merged into traffic. It was a hard task. Elizabeth shifted in her seat and lifted her dress up over her knees so she could twist herself to face me.

  “No. Everything is perfectly right.” She propped herself up with one elbow on the console and slid her free hand up my thigh, squeezing softly.

  I growled. “Elizabeth. Wait until we get to my house. We have all night.”

  “No. I don’t want to wait.” She scooted closer, and I reached for the front of the console, pulling it up and leaving nothing but empty space between us.

  “All right. Lie down and try not to make me wreck my car. I actually like this one.” I stopped at a red light and pulled her closer to me as her lips met mine. I licked and nipped at her mouth until her breaths came in short little gasps. She tasted like champagne and chocolate, and I couldn’t help but explore her mouth while her tongue threatened to consume mine.

  A car honked behind us, and I pulled back before pressing my forehead to hers and closing my eyes. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Tell me this isn’t a dream.”

  Elizabeth pulled from me to lie down in the front seat and move into my lap just enough to press her mouth to the outline of my cock.

  “No dream, just my desire for you.” She ran her teeth up the thick length of me, teasing me as my fingers sank down into her hair and tugged a little.

  “Undo the zipper. Stop making me wait.” I brushed her hair back from her face and held it back in a messy knot at the nape of her neck. A strand fell loose, and she drew it behind her ear.

  “So bossy,” she whispered as she worked to free my cock from its trap.

  Elizabeth pressed her lips to the top of my cock and lapped at me as I groaned and tightened my fingers in her hair. I stared out the windshield, mind spinning, heart hammering in my chest, cock throbbing in the soft wetness of her mouth as she drew me in deep against the back of her throat.

  “Take as much as you can, Elizabeth. I wanna see you do it.” I pushed at her shoulder, moving her toward the steering wheel as I gripped my cock with one hand and kept the other on the wheel. “Come here and fuck me.”

  Elizabeth leaned forward and took more of my length. Her throat tightened around my shaft, and I lifted my hips. She wrapped her hand around my cock to make sure she didn’t choke, though it was inevitable. She took my thrusts and gripped my thigh with her free hand as I lost myself to her.

  “Faster. Please. Faster.” My body tensed, and she worked me fast and hard until I broke under the pleasure. My cries were deep, low, and mixed with vulnerability and need.

  Elizabeth took it all. She moaned around my cock, and her back arched deliciously. Soon, she would be in my bed. Soon, I would have her right where I wanted her.

  The thought pushed me over the edge.

  19

  Elizabeth

  “Come on.” He got out when we reached his house and walked around to my side of the car, reaching for my hand as I got out.

  My legs were weak from being overly stimulated, but I managed to get into the house and reached for him as he closed the door and pulled me against him, pressing me tightly to the wall and leaning down to press his hot m
outh to mine. One hand slid along my cheek as the other ran from the side of my waist up to cup my breast. He squeezed softly as I panted against his lips.

  “So beautiful. Watching you in the car was a fantasy I thought I would only get to see in my mind.” He nipped at my lips. “My turn.”

  “Wait. I’m not sure that I’m ready for that.” I pressed at his chest softly, not wanting him to go anywhere but needing to help him understand that I’d had plain vanilla sex a handful of times. I was nervous and inexperienced. Where most people might think to play it off, I was about to get caught in something awkward that I wasn’t comfortable with.

  “I’m ready. That was the agreement, right?” He pressed his forehead to mine and locked eyes with me, stealing my breath. “What I want. When I want it. Where I want it.”

  “Right.” I dug my fingers into his side and pulled him down for another long kiss. His tongue brushed by mine, and I sucked softly as he undulated his hips and rocked against me. The memory of having him take control of me while I licked and sucked at him in the car played with me, daring me to step off the secure path I’d made for myself and fall into him—whatever that meant.

  “You’ll love it. Half of my pleasure is going to be simply hearing yours.” He slid his hands over my hips and down to cup my ass as he licked at the side of my throat. His breath was hot as he hovered just above my ear. “Turn around and let me take your dress off.”

  I nodded and pushed at his chest before turning and trying to figure out what to do with my hands. I felt so inadequate, so far out of my league, but he was working to pull me back with his words, his touch, his need.

  “You have no clue how powerful you are.” He unzipped the dress and ran his fingers over my shoulders, forcing it to fall. My tiny black panties weren’t nearly enough to cover my rear, and I wanted to be embarrassed, but I couldn’t. He wouldn’t let me. “Delicious.”

  He ran his hands over my hips and back to my ass, massaging it as he pressed his mouth to the back of my shoulder, biting softly.

  I cried out and reached back, touching his face and praying like hell that I didn’t fall in love with him. He’d made me promise “lust,” and I figured I could hold tight to that, but just having him pressed against me, I wasn’t so sure anymore. It was too fast. Too soon.

  “Too much,” I mumbled as he moved back and undid my bra, ignoring me.

  “Go spread out on my bed just down the hall. I want to see you on my sheets.” He smacked my butt softly and stayed there as I stepped over my clothes and walked to his bedroom.

  I turned just before going into the room and took a shaky breath. He was working himself out of his shirt as he watched me, his gaze dark and needy. He looked nothing like the kind, hard-working doctor from the ER the day before. He had taken on a wicked sex appeal, and I realized why he’d agreed to take me up on the offer. He was intensely sexual but kept it hidden at work. He needed somewhere to unleash it and someone to unleash it on.

  I stifled a shudder and moved to the bed, crawling up on the dark blue silk sheets. I turned just in time to see him walk into the room.

  “Lie on your back, Elizabeth. Stretch out and get comfortable.” He moved up and ran his hands over my thighs, his thumbs brushing over my sex rhythmically.

  I moaned and closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. His chest was beautiful, not overly muscled like Parks, but sculpted beautifully. He looked like a man who enjoyed taking care of himself but had nothing to prove to anyone.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to watch me.” He ran his hand up the center of my stomach, between my breasts, and rested it at the base of my throat. “Memorize the way I fuck you. I want to imagine you thinking about it at the hospital when you shouldn’t be.”

  “You’re corrupt.” I reached for him, cupping his handsome face and running my thumb over his lips. “I love it.”

  “Good.” He leaned over and licked up the side of my panties, breathing in deep and sending my insides into a frenzy of sorts.

  Lust pulled me under a dark wave, and I cried out as he pressed my thighs open and tugged the small black triangle that lay between us out of his way. His tongue pressed against my center, licking in long strokes as I arched my back and wrapped my fingers around his wrist as he pressed me down.

  His tongue drove into me, but it wasn’t until his teeth brushed over my clit that I almost came off the bed. He chuckled and sank his fingers into me, pumping hard and fast as he sucked at my sensitive skin. His grunts threw me over the edge, and I cried out his name as I came, losing myself in it.

  “That’s it. Ride it, Elizabeth. Stay with it.” He applied pressure deep inside of me and started all over again as I tried to hang on to reality. I had only thought I understood what I was missing with Dex all those years. I had no clue.

  “Fuck,” I cried again as he moved back and tugged me down the bed, gripping my hips tightly.

  “I love the way you taste. I’m going to wanna do that in my office soon.” He squeezed me before pulling a condom from his slacks and working to get them off.

  I moved up to my elbows, needing to see him fully bare. His stomach held the markings of an eight pack, and the dark hair that ran from just below his belly button to the thick base of his cock was sexy as hell.

  “God, you’re big.” I reached down and stroked him before he put the condom on, not able to wrap my fingers all the way around him. “I’m not sure—”

  “Hush. I’ll make it fit. The harder it is to get inside of you, the more you’re going to enjoy it. Just tug those panties off and move up the bed.” He glanced up at me as a smile played on his lips. “I had no idea you were my type of girl. I would have bet the opposite.”

  I moved up, not quite sure what he meant. I was an intellectual. He was as well. That had to be what he was referring to. He moved up to hover just above me, and I took advantage of the moment, running my hands down his sides and up over his strong chest.

  “What type of girl?” I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him as he took hold of himself and pressed into me a little. All thought left me, and I pulled at his shoulders, wanting more. Now.

  “The type of girl who likes to be fucked.” He pressed in harder, and I felt my entire lower half pulse with pleasure as he stretched me. He wasn’t going to be able to fit, but him trying to felt so fucking good.

  “You think that’s me?” I pulled at his shoulders as he thrusted again, driving in farther. I cried out and closed my eyes, lifting my chin to the ceiling as he laid down on top of me and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, sucking softly.

  His hands moved between me and the bed, and he cupped my ass roughly as he drove into me over and over until our hips pressed tightly together.

  Soft pants left me, and I couldn’t seem to stop moaning as he lifted up and kissed my nose.

  “I do think that’s you, but let’s find out for sure. Yeah?” He gave me a wicked smile and lifted my knee a little before he started his assault on me again.

  “Please?” I mumbled as the first orgasm hit me.

  He drove into me harder, and the look on his face that screamed pleasure and fulfillment was far more than I was prepared to handle. I wasn’t going to fall in love with him in the future. I was already headed down that dark tunnel fast.

  He moved down my body as he continued to fuck me, licking and sucking at my nipples as he grunted sensually against my damp skin. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged a little here and there, just to hear him growl at me.

  His body fit deliciously tight inside mine, his hands greedy and mouth demanding as he moved back up and kissed me until I was dizzy again. He had far too much emotion locked up inside him for me to handle a whole night with him. I didn’t seem to have a choice, though.

  He moved back and smiled down at me. “Roll over. I want to see your ass while I take you.”

  I rolled onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His fingers bit into my flesh, and he impaled me. We both cried out,
and I let myself go. He wasn’t a stranger but a lover. That decision had been made between the two of us to forgo the pleasantries and dive in deep.

  I wanted it. Needed it.

  And he took it. Over and over and over again.

  * * *

  I woke up the next morning in his bed alone. I hadn’t meant to spend the night, but weariness had left me no choice the night before. His hunger was almost insatiable, and after coming three times, he finally pulled me down to lie against him. The soft praises and sweet kisses melted my heart and left me waking with the stark realization that I’d made a mistake.

  I was going to fall head over heels in love with a man who wasn’t willing to give his future to anyone but the hospital. What was worse was the fact that I completely understood. I wanted to give myself fully to my career as well. I wasn’t interested in trying things out with anyone.

  After slipping out of bed, I dressed and called a cab, grateful that the damn thing showed up before Aiden could return from wherever he’d gone. Leaving this way was easier.

  I couldn’t help but glance back as I opened the front door. His bedroom was in my direct line of sight, and I imagined seeing him there, laid out and looking like a god the night before.

  I knew I was lost.

  The mid-morning sun warmed my back as I carefully closed the door and turned, jogging to the car. I could explain to him later why I’d needed to go. I would make something up about my mother if I had to. There was no way I was letting him see me as weak. He didn’t need to know that I had doubts about separating my heart from my body. That was something that I could work through on my own.

  I checked my phone to see that Steph had called ten times over the course of the night, and I kicked myself. I should have called her back and told her my plans. She was probably worried sick. We lived in a shitty part of town, and she always assumed the worst anyway.