Page 59 of Doctor One Night

And even though there’s still that undercurrent of something more between us, something we haven’t quite figured out yet, maybe we don’t need to figure it out right now. Maybe it’s enough just to be here, together, in this moment.

As we eat, I relax more and more. The conversation flows naturally and the awkwardness from earlier is completely gone. By the time we’re finishing up, the candles have burned low, and the city outside is quiet with the stars just starting to peek out from behind the clouds.

Frankie leans back in her chair, a contented smile on her face. “This was really delicious, Hunter. Thanks for this unexpected treat. This was much better than a walk. Food, any day of the week.”

I smile back at her, my pulse quickening. She is talking like this time is coming to an end, but I’m desperate not to let that be true. “Anytime, Frankie. One more glass of wine?”

When I return with the wine, I suggest, “Why don’t we take these out to the balcony? The city looks great from up here at night.”

“That sounds nice,” she says, following me as I lead the way.

Out on the balcony, the air is cooler now. The faint sounds of the city below add to the serene atmosphere from on top. We take our seats, side by side, and for a while, we just talk—about the city, the trial, random things that come to mind. It’s easy, like slipping into an old routine, and it reminds me of why I enjoy being around her.

As the night deepens, the city lights start to dim, the energy below winding down, leaving us in a quiet bubble above it all. Our conversation naturally tapers off, and we sit there in a comfortable silence, both of us just enjoying the view.

After a while, I catch myself staring at her again, the soft glow from the balcony lights casting a gentle shadow across her face. There’s something about this moment—something about her—that makes it impossible to look away. She looks so peaceful, so content, and I want to be closer to her.

I reach out, almost without thinking, and brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. The touch is small, barely anything, but it sends a jolt through me. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, its like everything else fades away. It’s just us here in this quiet, perfect moment.

“The city’s beautiful tonight,” I say, my voice low, almost a whisper. I’m not even sure why I say it, but it seems appropriate since what I want to tell her is that she looks beautiful tonight.

“It really is,” she replies, her gaze still locked on mine. There’s a softness in her expression, a look that makes my heart beat a little faster.

The silence stretches between us, the air thick with something unspoken. There’s a pull, an urge to close the distance between us, to kiss her like I’ve wanted to since the moment she walked into my place. I’ve been holding back, trying to keep things professional, but right now, all I can think about is how much I want her.

Without really thinking it through, I lean in slightly, my hand still resting on the back of her chair. “I’ve wanted to do this all night,” I murmur, the words slipping out before I can stop them as my lips brush the side of her cheek.

She turns her head to look at me, and the proximity, her lips just inches from mine, makes it impossible to hold back any longer. I close the gap, pressing my lips to hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. It starts soft and tentative, but it doesn’t take long for it to deepen, the intensity building between us.

She kisses me back with the same urgency, her hand finding its way to my chest as I pull her closer. The taste of the wine on her lips, the warmth of her body against mine—it’s all-consuming, and for a moment, nothing else exists but this.

I’ve been fighting this pull all night, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but the way she looks at me with those fiery green eyes is like a match to gasoline. I can’t resist her any longer.

I scoop Frankie up into my arms, and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I carry her inside, our lips never parting. I press her against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. Her back arches as the coolness seeps through her clothes, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she’s trying to fuse us together.

I can’t get enough of her—the taste of her lips, the velvety smoothness of her skin on mine, the soft moans escaping her throat. My hands roam her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the small of her back, the swell of her breasts. I want to explore every inch of her and memorize the sounds she makes when I touch her just right.

Breaking our kiss for a brief moment, I pull her yoga pants down, my fingers grazing her silky skin. She’s panting, her chest heaving against mine as I fumble with my belt, letting my jeans drop to the floor.

She watches me with hooded eyes as I roll the condom on my cock, her gaze filled with raw, unbridled desire. It’s all the encouragement I need. I press against her again, the length of my body aligning with hers, and the world falls away.

I enter her with one swift thrust, burying myself to the hilt as I fuck her against the clear glass window, the city night alive behind her. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I still for a moment, savoring the tight, wet heat of her surrounding me. It’s exquisite—better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

We find our rhythm quickly, our bodies moving in sync. Each thrust is deeper, harder, and more frenzied than the last. The sound of our ragged breathing and the slick slide of our bodies fills the room, punctuated by the occasional moan or whispered curse.

I reach between us, my fingers finding her most sensitive spot, and she shatters around me. Her internal muscles pulse in waves as I drive into her one last time, reaching my climax with a guttural groan.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync as we come back down to earth. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her, a mix of her perfume and the musk of our lovemaking. I never want to let her go.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. There’s a vulnerability there that I haven’t seen before, a connection that goes beyond the physical. It scares the hell out of me, but at the same time, I want more of it, of her.

I withdraw from her, both of us wincing slightly at the loss of contact, and deal with the condom before pulling her back into my arms.

We stand there for a moment, her head resting against my chest, the steady rhythm of my heartbeat filling the silence. The remnants of her essence leave a mark on the window, an homage to this beautiful woman and our intense love-making.

I know I should be careful and guard my heart, but as I hold her close, I can’t find it in me to care. For the first time in a long time, I am alive, and it’s all because of her.

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