CHAPTER SEVEN- GAVIN
That night, I had an erection that was so hard, I feared my balls might burst. After that eventful night with Tracy, I hadn't been with anyone. And truthfully, I didn't want to be with just anyone again. Morgan – there was something about her. She did something to me. Knowing I couldn't have her though, knowing that she would deny me in a heartbeat, made my cock grow achingly hard for her.
As soon as I got home, I had to take care of myself in the shower. I stroked my raging hard-on as I imagined what sweet, pretty Morgan Brooks would taste like. I wanted to sink my tongue deep into that delectable pussy, and I wanted that tight ass to press into me as I fucked her from behind. God, the idea of bending her over my office desk and fucking her right there caused the cum to boil within my balls. When I exploded – sending a string of cum shooting across the shower – I imagined filling her up with my seed. I imagined her tight pussy clenching down around me, coming alongside me, as I buried myself deep inside of her one last time.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling the need dissipate only slightly.
Every night after working with Morgan, I'd had to take care of myself. I had to masturbate while thinking of my gorgeous intern because there was no way we could ever be together. I wasn't the type of man to settle down, and having a one-night stand with someone I had to work with every day was a recipe for disaster. Still, knowing that I'd never have her killed me because I wanted her so badly.
I wanted Morgan Brooks more than I'd wanted anyone in my entire life. And the knowledge that she likely didn't want me in return only made it worse. Yes, I liked the chase. I liked women who played hard to get. In most cases, it was an act and I could always manage to get between their legs without exerting too much effort. But Morgan was different. I knew it wasn't just an act with her.
That woman had standards. Morals. Ethics. And no matter what I did, there was no way she'd lower those standards to sleep with her boss.
I cleaned up in the shower and went to bed, visions of Morgan in a mini skirt and thigh highs dancing in my head.
First thing Monday morning, I found Morgan and Tyler sitting in the waiting room, prior to opening the office. It was just the two of them, and they looked pretty friendly. Morgan was laughing when I walked inside, but she stood up as soon as I entered, pulling her skirt down to cover her knees.
“Good morning, Dr. Pierce,” she said, her long, chestnut hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves. She hadn't worn her hair down since starting, nor had she worn a skirt before. “Tyler got here a little early, and I let him in. But then I realized I don't have a key to the offices or rooms, so – here we sit.”
Tyler stood up and I could see that he was already doing a hundred percent better. He could stand, without much help, and he'd cleaned up the scruffy beard. He was starting to look like his old self again, and from the way Morgan was smiling at him, I could tell his appeal wasn't lost on her either.
“So, Dr. Pierce, I heard about Tracy,” Tyler said, his gaze falling on me where I saw the anger in his eyes. “I mean, I know she's going to be my ex-wife soon and all, but I'd have appreciated the heads up about you fucking her and all.”
Morgan looked at me, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. “Is that true, Gavin? Tracy? Crazy Tracy from Friday night, is Tyler's wife?”
“Tyler, can we please talk in private?” I said. “It's not what you think.”
“Like hell it's not,” Tyler said. “And I trusted you, doc. I trusted you with my career – with my everything. And you go and sleep with my wife behind my back?”
“Soon-to-be ex,” I corrected him. Because yeah, that mattered.
“He shook his head, incredulous at my arrogance. “Just wait until this gets out there – and I'll make sure it does, doc. You're done, man. Done.”
Tyler slammed the door and left the office, leaving Morgan to just stare at me with a shocked expression. “I had no idea.”
“Yeah, well, now you know,” I muttered, unlocking the rest of the offices. “And soon, everyone will know, so if you want to avoid the bad publicity, I don't blame you. I'll leave you with a good referral now while it might still mean something.”
“I'm not going anywhere,” she said.
I looked at her, surprise registering on my face. “Even after that?” I asked her.
“You screwed up,” Morgan said. “Doesn't make you a bad person. A flawed person, sure. But we've all messed up at times. And I've witnessed the good you've done too. What you did with Tracy doesn't negate that.”
The fact that this woman – the very woman I demeaned on her first day working for me – could see something positive inside of me shocked me more than anything I'd ever witnessed before. Of all the miracles I've witnessed in the operating room and in all of medicine itself, that had to be the one that shook me the most.
I sat down with my head in my hands, cursing myself over my own stupidity. Tracy was crazy, not worth the drama. Not worth the risk to my career either. And yet, even knowing that, I'd gone forward with her anyway.
“You know this is going to come back to bite me, right?” I asked.
“Maybe not,” she said with a smile. “Let me handle it. I have Tyler’s phone number. He was hitting on me before you came in and I think I can make him change his mind about smearing you all over the place.”
And there it was, in the pit of my belly, a feeling I'd never felt before. Not in all my years of living.
Jealousy.