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But then she blinks rapidly, as if coming out of a fog. Her brows pull in and she looks around like she’s realizing we’re in public, and my heart sinks. She’s not ready.
“You’re not there yet. It’s okay,” I say, hoping my smile is reassuring. I’m not giving up, but I do need to walk away now and gather myself. I’m sure falling to my knees and begging her to put me out of my misery wouldn’t be a good look on me.“Like I said, I’m a patient man.” I lean in and delicately kiss her forehead.
In a moveI am not proud of, I’d hustled out of the grocery store after saying goodbye to Leena and rushed home. Slamming the front door behind me, I stride through the condo to my bedroom and into the bathroom. Shedding my clothes and quickly stepping in the shower.
The cold water barely phases my burning body. I wrap my hand around my dick, desperate for relief.
It had been all too easy to fall under her spell. I could have lost my mind and kissed her right there in the middle of the grocery store. Thankfully, I had enough sense to remember where we were. There was no way I would again jeopardize the progress I’ve made with Leena or take the chance of embarrassing her by being spotted in a heated embrace.
I replay the image of her smiling at me, the bold and sexy-as-fuck strut she did as she came up to me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips as she placed them in the exact spot mine had been on the coffee lid. I was transfixed by her confident moves. When I pressed her into the shelf with my body, I could have wept from how good her ass felt against me.
Moving my hand along my length, I have to brace my other hand against the wall. Squeezing my eyes shut, I continue to picture Leena. Remembering the sounds she made when I made her come. Those muffled moans as I imagine it's her tight cunt I’m thrusting into. On each upward stroke, I twist my wrist and squeeze.
Groaning, my balls draw up the closer I get. A brush of my thumb over my slit has the base of my spine tingling, and I explode in sweet agony. Continuing to stroke myself through my orgasm, I watch as ropes of cum swirl down the drain. With a final stroke, I hang my head and let the water fall around me.
I should be fucking ashamed I needed to rush home to jerk off. But it was either that or walk around with a raging hard-on. I think I made the only plausible choice.
With loud and labored breaths, I rest back against the wall. That may have been my most satisfying orgasm since I met Leena—she’s fucking ruined me—but it was still not enough. Each time I fuck my fist, it barely takes the edge off.
God, I hope I can feel the heavenly clench of her pussy around my cock soon. Honestly though, if I could just bring her pleasure again, it would be enough. I don’t care if I get to use my fingers, my mouth, or my dick, I just want to be the only one who experiences the euphoria of making her come.
Toweling dry, I hope she understands how serious I am about her, how all in I am. But, just in case, I don’t mind telling her every chance I get. In fact, I think it's definitely time I do.
A few days later,I’m back at the hospital on shift, making my way through the atrium after rounds. Like a homing beacon, I spot Leena and Charlie on the catwalk. I smile at the sight of her holding the cup of coffee I brought her this morning, just like I continue to bring to her every morning. She rests the cup on the ledge and gestures wildly with the other hand, bouncing on her toes. Charlie throws her head back with a laugh at whatever my girl is telling her.
I quickly glance around to make sure no one catches me staring at her before moving off to the side. Resting my shoulder against a pillar, I pull my phone out, but keep my gaze locked on Leena. Swallowing down the longing to be able to openly make her laugh that way, I send her a message.
Me: You are so beautiful baby. It actually hurts to look at you but I can’t make myself look away.
She fishes her phone out, and I grin when she reads the text then starts looking around, searching for me. When her eyes find mine, I soak up the way the corners of her lips tenderly tip up.
Holding in a chuckle as she shakes her head at me in amused exasperation, I straighten to my full height and wink at her before I go on my way with a swagger.
“Oh! Hello, Ian.”
I turn to see Alisha Manning has fallen into step beside me. Smiling politely, I nod my head in greeting. “Good morning.”
“How’ve you been settling in?”
“Great. The clinic is wonderful, and I enjoy all the staff I’ve gotten to know here at the hospital.”
With a flutter of her lashes and wide smile, she asks, “Would you like to get a cup of coffee?”
No.But I don’t say that. Making a show of looking at my watch and pointing to the stairwell door, I tell her, “I actually need to go see my first patient in pre-op. Otherwise, the nurses will start blowing up my phone, you know, not wanting to delay the surgical schedule.”
Her smile falters, but she rubs a hand over my bicep. “Maybe another time, then?”
I step away from her touch and push through the door, calling over my shoulder, “Enjoy your day.”
Taking the stairs two at a time, the recruiter already forgotten before I’ve reached the next floor, my mind is on my first surgery. And Leena. The day goes by quickly after that.
“I’ve never seen her like this before,” Charlie says quietly while closing our last patient of the day.
Lifting my face, I see she is pointedly looking at the incision I’m suturing closed. With a sweep of my eyes, I see Sarina on the phone giving report to the recovery room and anesthesia provider drawing up meds.
Focusing on my next pass of the needle, I voice my curiosity. “What do you mean? In a good way, right?” It may be pathetic how desperate I sound, needing reassurance. But this is her best friend—she has more insight into my girl than anyone else.
“Yes, in a good way,” she says with a snort, eye roll included.
