Declan
The next day
I stare at the clock on the wall waiting for the big hand to hit twelve and the little hand to hit five.
I’m on call twenty-four hours a day when my patients need me but I only keep office hours from eight in the morning until five in the evening.
And she’s my last appointment of the day…because I’m ready to tell her it’s time for her to be first place in my life.
I don’t want any distractions. No interruptions. Just the two of us.
“Doctor, your five o’clock is here to see you,” my nurse Nancy says.
“Can you send her in please? Thanks,” I say without even waiting for her to respond. I’m already getting ahead of myself. I need to slow down.
I take a deep breath and blow it out and then repeat the process twice more.
I watch as the doorknob turns slowly and I feel my heart rate pick up.
I stand up and grab the door, remembering she’s on crutches and could probably use some help.
Pull yourself together, Declan.
The second the door opens I lose it. Everything I practiced…strong eye contact. Staying calm. Just being “dad’s buddy.”
It’s all out the window.
She’s got on a tight fire engine red dress that hugs her curves…all of them. And she’s got the ruby red lipstick to match. Her blonde hair is pulled back straight and tight, showing off her delicate jawline, her swan like neck, and her high cheekbones.
And damn is her skin flawless. It’s a golden tone from the summer sun but so clear. She must eat a lot of green leafy vegetables and foods high in vitamin A like carrots and tomatoes because her skin is flawless.
Correction…she’s flawless. Perfect.
And I’ve perfectly wasted all my prep time when she sees that my eyes roam up and down her body before settling on her lips and then finding her eyes.
“Hi Doctor December,” she says.
“Bella,” I say moving closer to her.
She uses the opportunity to immediately pull back one of her crutches as she throws her hand around my shoulder. “Much better,” she says.
But I know my cock is much, much worse.
“Having trouble with the crutches?” I ask as I help her onto the table, wondering exactly how I’m going to do that considering how tight that little dress of hers is.
“They’re great. Thank you,” she says. “Actually I was having more trouble wondering what I should call you.”
I don’t say anything as I get her seated on the table, but she doesn’t move. She just stares up at me.
I take the crutches and walk them to the corner of the room.
“I was thinking Doctor December, but since I’m an adult now I was thinking maybe Declan would be more appropriate,” she says.
Is she trying to torment me, because if not she’s doing an Academy Award winning performance of someone who is.
“Declan is okay,” I say as I move back to her.
“Great,” she says.
“Can you move your legs to the side so I can take a look at that ankle.”
She kind of slides on her butt a little but her legs don’t move at all, or her butt for that matter.
“I’m kind of stuck. This leather is a bit grippy in the heat and my dress is also clinging to my skin with all the humidity. Can you give me a hand?”
Fuck me.
I look down at her waist and see the triangle shape that’s formed just above what I want so bad. The part of her that I’m so damn ready to claim for my own and slide my cock so far inside and fill her with my seed making our child.
And she knows it.
She has to know.
I bring one hand down and my thumb finds the top of her thigh as my fingers find the side. I start to slide her around but I swear she’s putting pressure down and in the opposite direction.
“Or two?” she says.
“Come again?”
“A hand or two,” she says. “To get me into position for your examination.”
Okay, she’s officially trying to torment me. She came here to play the role of a tart and damn if it isn’t working to perfection.
I was ready to tell her exactly what I felt and how everything was going to be from now on, but she decided she’d take control of the situation from the beginning and she sure did succeed.
Scratch that…she is succeeding. Because I have yet to catch myself. My head’s still spinning and my cock isn’t even pointing straight out anymore. It’s pointing straight up as in the head has broken free of my boxer briefs and is pressing against my belly button.
I bring my other hand down and grab the outside of her other thigh just as I did with the first. But this time she doesn’t fight me as I slide her sideways hearing that dress slide across the leather making me wish there was no fabric between her skin and mine and she wasn’t sliding across anything…but that she was bouncing up and down on my pole as she rode me right here in my office as I “examined” her face through half closed eyes as we climaxed simultaneously.
“Let’s take a look at that ankle,” I say, but I don’t let go of her hips.
I completely lose my professionalism when my hands slide down the outside of her thighs and then all the way to her calves as I lean back, my butt finding the edge of my doctor’s stool causing the wheels below to wobble before I rise up and situate myself.
I literally almost fell off my chair…and I never took my hands off her.
Before I can do anything she leans back on the table and places her hands down with her fingers pointing away, showing me the insides of her arms. This position gives her more leverage to lift her legs even higher putting her feet right in front of my face which also means I have a straight shot up her dress…if it wasn’t so tight.
I look to the side and down and exhale through my mouth.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
I run my hand over her ankle as I bring my head back around examining her injury.
“Excellent. Your body is incredible.”
“Is it?” she says.
“At healing itself so quickly,” I say.
“Is that all?” she says.
I can’t take this anymore. If she wants to come in here like some grown up Lolita tormenting her father’s best friend when she knows I want her bad well then she’s going to find out just how bad I do want her.
I don’t have time for games, not that she’s playing one. But if she is it’s time for us both to put our cards on the table.
“No, that’s not all,” I say as I stand up hovering over her. “Let me tell you what else.”