Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Yep, you?” He lets out a chuckle.
“Aren’t I always? I’ll be in the office for lunch. I’ve got some catching up to do, plus there’s the call to my parents.” I place my hands in my pocket, itching to get to Shae. I won’t leave in the middle of a conversation, though, at least not yet.
“Is there a lot?” I tried to keep up on his charts and other shit; his emails are another thing entirely.
“Not too bad. Easier to do it all here than to go out and grab something, get lost in a call home. Finally set them up with FaceTime, so I can go over everything with them and lay my eyes on Dad. It’ll help until I’m there on my time off. Also called my sister in for help. They’ve been trying to keep it from her for long enough, wanting her to finish her master’s without her worrying. The last time had been too long.” Gallo looks down at his watch. “Sorry, didn’t mean to blather on. Go be with your woman.”
“You sure, man? Shae won’t mind waiting a few minutes longer.” I’m jonesing to get the fuck out of here and have my eyes locked on Shae. I’d much prefer us being at my place, where nobody interrupts us and she can wear my clothes with nothing else, giving me easy access to feel her smooth skin.
“Positive. Get out of here. We’ll talk later,” Gallo says with a nod, heading the opposite direction of where I am. Our practice is set up so that one hallway is mine, the other is his, and our offices are at each end. We don’t usually see one another when patients are in and out. It’s at moments like these, along with the beginning and end of the day, when we see one another, catch up, and then go from there.
“See you later.” When it’s this close to lunchtime, we only keep two, both of them our head nurses; they finish getting them out the door, allowing others to go to lunch earlier and then come back later than the others.
A few more steps, and I’m in front of my office. The door is slightly ajar, and I’m not hearing any noise coming from the other side. One thing for sure, the minute Shae is cleared for sex, I’ll be taking a few days off. She’s already tried to lure me into doing way more than she should have. Like when she walked in on me getting myself off to thoughts of her in the shower with me, how she asked to help, and how I had not one single fucking qualm walking out of the shower, dripping water all over the place. My hand stayed wrapped around my length while Shae’s tongue dragged across her lips, and she more than met me halfway. Her hands, yes, fucking both replaced mine, and while I should have been bull-whipped for allowing it to happen, it didn’t stop either one of us.
I kissed her with every last breath I had to give, and the end result was both of us needing another shower. This time, we took one together. It was hard as fuck to keep my hands to myself; it was only when she begged me to at least touch her that I used my mouth. I got the sweetest fucking flavor of her skin by sucking on her nipples, one right after the other while holding the handheld shower head right where she needed it. It made me rock fucking hard watching her orgasm for me to see.
It also made me put a stop to any more foreplay of any kind for either of us until she had her follow-up today. There’d been a couple of times I was ready to say fuck it; Shae would notice, try and concoct some crazy scheme, and make me break my promise. I withheld, freaking barely.
“Hey,” my baby girl greets me as I open the door. She’s sitting behind my desk, legs crossed, one over the other on the edge of the desk while flipping through a magazine.
“Shae, Jesus.” I close the door behind me, locking it as well.
“Busy day at the office?” she asks as I pull at the tie, loosening it to slip over my neck, then taking off my white coat and hanging both up.
“You could say that, especially when I knew I’d be seeing you here.” She places her feet on the ground, and I prowl toward her. It might have been less than five hours since I’ve had her in my arms and her taste on my tongue. I’m addicted to her, and I don’t give one single fuck about what that says about me.
“Well, I’m happy to see you, too. As is someone else.” Her arms loop around my neck. I grip the arms of the chair, attempting to keep my hands off her, a freaking impossible task whenever she’s near me. Her eyes drop to my lap. There’s no denying what being around her does to me, and when we’re not around anyone else, why bother covering myself up?