Page 61 of Doctor Second Chance

I close my eyes and picture her lips on mine, her tongue teasing mine as we kissed frantically in the hospital room. The memory of her body pressed against mine, our hearts racing in sync, sends a jolt of electricity through me.

My breath comes faster now, and my strokes become more urgent. I imagine Elle's hands on my body, her fingers exploring every inch of me. I can almost feel her warm breath on my neck, her soft moans in my ear.

The water cascades over my shoulders as I lean against the shower wall, lost in the sensation of my hand on my aching cock. I visualize Elle straddling me, her hips grinding against mine as we move together in perfect rhythm.

My orgasm builds inside me, a wave of pleasure crashing against my defenses. With a final, desperate thrust, I come, crying out her name as the intensity of my release washes over me.

I stand there for a moment, panting, as the water washes away the evidence of my desire. My body still tingles with the aftermath of my self-induced pleasure.

I close my eyes and imagine Elle's hand on me, her delicate fingers exploring, caressing. A moan escapes my lips as I stroke slowly, savoring the building pressure, the ache that mirrors the one in my chest whenever I think of her. Elle.

I think of the way she looked at me last night, her eyes dark with desire, her cheeks flushed with arousal. I remember the catch in her breath when I kissed her, the way she arched against me, eager for more.

My hand moves faster, matching the pace of my racing heart.

I shake my head, trying to clear it. I've got surgeries scheduled today. I need to focus. But as I reach for a towel, all I can think about is how soon I can get back to Elle's room. How badly I want to see her smile again.

I descend the stairs, the aroma of coffee guiding me to the kitchen. As I round the corner, I see Cason and Opie already up, my son munching on cereal while Cason sips from a steaming mug.

"Morning, you two," I say, ruffling Opie's hair as I pass.

Cason looks up, offering a tired smile. "Morning, Dr. Duncan.” She has been spending more time at my house than her own. Luckily, I am only on call every two weeks. I feel so bad, having to depend on her so much.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean against the counter. “You two are up early. I was planning to run in to pick something up at the hospital and get right back, but if you need to get going, Cason, no worries.”

“My Saturday is pretty quiet. I’m planning on lying around and reading all day. Do what you need to do. I will take Opie to the Children’s Museum. Their Saturday morning reading program is always a hit.”

“Are you sure? Because I do not have to go in. I don’t have any surgery or patients.” I leave out the part where I desperately want to see a specific patient.

“I mean it. We’ll probably be downtown until after eleven, so it’s perfect.”

“I do want to apologize for being gone so much lately. I know you've been putting in extra hours with Opie. This whole situation has us all a little stretched,” I say, referring to Ari. She has had no new developments since the tiny bit of brain activity.

She waves a hand dismissively. "It's no trouble, really. Opie's my buddy."

"Still," I insist, "I appreciate it more than you know. You've been a lifesaver."

Opie pipes up, milk dribbling down his chin. "Cason made chocolate chip waffles yesterday!"

I chuckle, grabbing a napkin to wipe his face. "Did she now? Sounds like you two are having more fun without me."

Turning back to Cason, I add, "I want you to know I'm planning something special to thank you for all your help. And hopefully, I'll be able to take some time off soon so you can have a break."

Cason's eyes widen. "Oh, Dr. Duncan, that's not necessary. I love working with you and Ari and being a part of Opie’s life.”

"You've gone above and beyond, Cason. You deserve a treat. I won’t accept no.”

She blushes slightly, nodding. "Well, thank you. That's very kind."

I finish my coffee, glancing at the clock. “Okay, I’ll make sure I’m home by eleven or a little after. Love you, O.”

He nods enthusiastically, his mouth full of cereal. I grab my keys, giving Cason one last grateful smile before heading out the door.

"Daddy, can we go to the park later?" Opie asks through a mouthful of cereal.

“Maybe. I think we can make that happen if this rain doesn’t come our way.” I put my hand on the top of his head and mess his hair. “Let’s check the weather when you get home from the museum and make a call then, okay?”

As I drive to the hospital, my mind drifts back to Elle. I can't wait to see her again. I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough... There’s still a chance to say good morning to her before her morning therapy. I haven’t felt this way about a woman in a long time. Maybe ever.

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