Page 69 of Doctor Second Chance

In this perfect moment, all the complications of our situation—the distance, my son, our careers—seem to melt away. It's just Elle and me, swaying under the stars, reconnecting in a way I never thought possible.

As the sultry notes of LaMont Dozier's "Cool Me Out" blend with the balmy night air, I find myself lost in the rhythm of our shag, the dance that once defined our weekends in Florida. With Elle in my arms, the past and present converge in a single, perfect moment.

Our lips meet, and the years between us dissolve. Her fingers trace the contours of my shoulder, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine. The kiss deepens, a silent promise of the passion yet to come.

I guide Elle towards a lounger by the pool, its cushions inviting under the starlit sky. The music follows us, setting the pace for our growing desire. As we sink into the plush fabric, I'm acutely aware of every point of contact between us – her hand on my chest, her thigh pressed against mine.

My fingers find the hem of her shirt. And with a gentle tug, I lift it over her head, careful of her injured hand. I marvel at the smooth skin revealed beneath. Her body is a canvas of scars and strength, a testament to her resilience. I trace the line of her collarbone with my lips, eliciting a soft gasp from Elle.

She reaches for the waistband of my shorts, her movements confident and sure. I shed my clothes eagerly, our bodies colliding in a frenzy of want and need.

With Elle lying beneath me, I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the woman who has, once again, captured my heart. Her eyes lock onto mine, a silent invitation to explore the depths of our connection.

I lower myself onto the lounger beside her, our bodies aligning perfectly. My hand travels south, exploring the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, and the swell of her breast. Her breath hitches as I tease her nipple into a peak, her back arching off the lounger.

Our hips rock together, a primal rhythm that builds with each passing second. I can feel the heat of her core against my thigh, a tantalizing promise of what's to come.

Sliding down her body, I position myself between her legs. With a flick of my tongue, I taste her—her sweet, intoxicating flavor that's uniquely Elle. She moans, her fingers threading through my hair, guiding me closer.

I tease and pleasure her with my mouth, relishing the sounds of her ecstasy. Her body tenses, her muscles coiling like a spring as she nears the edge. With one final stroke of my tongue, she shatters beneath me, her cries echoing off the water.

As she comes down from her high, I rise and align myself with her entrance. With a single, fluid motion, I slide inside her, a groan escaping my lips at the exquisite tightness, her slick wetness.

We move together, our bodies in perfect harmony. The lounger creaks beneath us, a steady counterpoint to the slap of our skin and the soft, urgent whispers we exchange.

Elle's hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining as we climb higher and higher. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, a telltale sign of my impending release.

With a final, powerful thrust, I tumble over the edge, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. Elle follows me, her inner muscles milking me for every last drop.

Breathless and sated, we lie entwined on the lounger, the cool night air starkly contrasting with the warmth radiating from our bodies. The stars overhead wink knowingly as if they, too, understand the depth of our reunion.

In this moment, nothing else matters—not the past, not the distance between us, not the challenges that lie ahead. It's just Elle and me, two souls reconnecting in the most intimate way possible. As our breathing slows and our hearts sync up with the gentle lapping of the pool water, I know without a doubt that this is where I'm meant to be.

TWENTY-TWO

Elle

Sunday, July 21

6:26 am

I wake up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, my body tangled with Shep's. His warmth envelops me, and I can't help but smile as I remember our perfect night together. The shagging, both on the patio and later in bed, was everything I'd been missing and more.

"Morning, beautiful," Shep murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.

I turn to face him, drinking in his tousled hair and sleepy eyes. "Morning, handsome."

We lay there for a moment, just savoring each other's presence. I can hear the faint sounds of the house settling but no pitter-patter of little feet yet.

"Opie must still be asleep," I whisper, not wanting to break the spell.

Shep nods, pulling me closer. "He usually sleeps in until around eight unless something gets him up. I’ve always been early to rise, but he’s my late sleeper."

"Oh, so you're saying I probably have over an hour to command your undivided attention?"

"Something like that," he says with a smile and tenderly kisses me on the nose.

I trace lazy patterns on his chest, feeling utterly content. "Last night was amazing," I say softly.

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