Page 56 of Doctor Neighbor

But it is special. The plaque commemorates his achievements as a surgeon, listing accolades and groundbreaking procedures. I'm impressed but not surprised. I've always known he was talented.

Suddenly, I remember the text I received earlier. "Oh! Speaking of your surgical skills, I got a message from Patty Harrison today."

Buster's eyebrows shoot up. "Patty Harrison? James's wife?"

I nod. "Yeah, she and I became close friends after her husband did some restoration work on our coffee roaster. They kind of adopted Maddie and me." I smile, remembering their kindness. "Anyway, she texted to let me know you're treating James. Small world, huh?"

"It certainly is," Buster says, looking thoughtful.

"She was singing your praises, by the way," I add. "She said you've been amazing with James and really put them at ease. I think her exact words were 'an absolute godsend.'"

A mix of emotions flickers across Buster's face—pride, humility, and something else I can't quite place. "That's very kind of her," he says softly. "James is a fighter. I'm just doing my job."

"Well, according to Patty, you're doing it exceptionally well," I say, gently squeezing his arm. "It means a lot to them, you know. Having a doctor who truly cares.”

I'm caught off guard as Buster's hand finds the small of my back, pulling me close. Before I can process what's happening, his lips are on mine, passionate and insistent. For a split second, I freeze, surprised by the sudden intensity.

But then, something inside me ignites. I melt into him, pressing my body against his solid frame. My arms snake around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as I return the kiss with equal fervor.

The world around us fades away. All I can focus on is the heat of Buster's mouth, the strength of his arms holding me tight, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him.

Our lips move together in perfect synchrony as if we've done this a thousand times before. It's electric, sending sparks coursing through my entire body. I can feel Buster's heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic beat of my own.

The kiss deepens, growing more urgent with each passing second. Buster's hand on my waist tightens, pulling me even closer, if that's possible. I respond by arching into him, desperate to eliminate any remaining space between us.

It's as if all the tension, all the unspoken attraction that's been building between us, has finally reached its boiling point. This kiss isn't just passionate—it’s earth-shattering, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

When we finally break apart, gasping for air, I'm trembling. Buster's eyes are dark with desire, mirroring what I'm sure he sees in mine. We stand there for a moment, foreheads touching, trying to catch our breath.

I'm still reeling from that kiss when Buster's hands start to roam, exploring the curves of my body with an urgency that sets my skin ablaze. His fingers trace the hem of my dress, teasing the sensitive skin of my thighs before he hitches me onto the cold, marble kitchen counter.

The chill of the stone against my bare skin starkly contrasts the heat radiating from Buster's body. He steps between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me to the edge of the counter. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and it's my undoing.

My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. I yank the fabric free from his scrubs, raking my nails down his chest and abs, eliciting a low growl from deep within his chest.

Buster's hands slide up my thighs, pushing my dress around my waist. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs with a deliberate slowness that makes me ache with anticipation.

"You're so damn beautiful, Cole," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire as his gaze rakes over my now exposed center. The hunger in his eyes sends a rush of wetness between my legs, and I can't help but squirm under his intense scrutiny.

With a swift motion, he claims my mouth once again, his tongue delving deep as he positions himself at my entrance. I'm more than ready for him, throbbing with need. And then, with one powerful thrust, he's inside me, filling me completely.

The sensation of him stretching me and possessing me is almost too much to handle. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he begins to move, establishing a fierce and deliberate rhythm.

Each thrust hits a spot deep within me that sends waves of pleasure crashing over me. I can feel the countertop digging into my back, but the discomfort only heightens the raw intensity of our lovemaking.

Buster's hands roam freely, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress, teasing my pebbled nipples between his fingers. The sensation sends jolts of electricity straight to my core, causing me to cry out in ecstasy.

"Buster, yes," I moan, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. It's as if all the pent-up desire and emotions we’ve been dancing around are pouring out of us in this single, explosive moment.

He captures my lips once again, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he drives into me with renewed vigor. I can feel the pressure building inside me, a mounting tension that's about to snap.

Buster's hand slips between us, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. His skilled fingers circle and tease, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Cole," he commands, his voice a low rumble against my ear. And with a few more expert strokes, I shatter around him, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.

He follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he finds his release. I cling to him, feeling the pulsations of his cock as he empties himself inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Buster rests his forehead against mine, and I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest.

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