Page 76 of Doctor One Night

8:14 am

The first thing I notice is the warmth of Hunter’s hand on my arm. The morning light is peeking through the curtains, but I’m awake now, acutely aware he is kneeling beside my bed.

“I’ve got to get some of this restless energy out,” he whispers, his tender voice the best wake-up I've ever had. “I’m going to the gym, and then I have a few errands, but I want to see you later.”

I nod, not trusting my voice yet, and feel him stand. But before he can move away completely, I grab his hand and pull him back down to me. I turn to face him, our noses almost touching in the dim light.

“Text me when you get up?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.

“Of course,” I whisper, my voice still heavy with sleep. But before he can pull away again, I slide my hand to the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss.

It’s not the light, quick kiss he was expecting; it’s deeper, more urgent, the kind that leaves no room for doubt about how much I want him to stay.

He responds instantly, his hand tangling in my hair, his body pressing against mine in a way that makes me never want to let him go. He climbs in the bed beside me, staying on top of the covers.

“I have an idea for how to get some of that restless energy out,” I whisper, my hand sliding down his chest, tracing the curves of ink on his skin that I can barely see in the almost nonexistent light. “See what you think.”

He groans softly as I find the waistband of his shorts, his resolve melts away with every touch. “Frankie,” he protests halfheartedly, but I can feel him hardening against me, and I know I've won. Again.

I push him onto his back and straddle him, my hair falling around us like a curtain. I lean down and capture his lips in a searing kiss, my tongue sliding against his as I grind against him, his erection fully intact against me now.

His hands are on my hips, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my skin as he bucks his hips up to meet mine. I break the kiss and sit up, rolling my hips as I ride him, the sound of our bodies moving together filling the room.

He reaches up and cups my breasts, his thumbs stroking over my nipples, making me gasp and arch my back. The tension builds inside me, a spring winding tighter and tighter with each movement.

“Fuck, Frankie,” he growls, his voice strained as he fights to maintain control. But I don't want him to hold back. I want him let go, to lose himself in me the way I'm losing myself in him.

I lean down and nip at his bottom lip, then soothe the sting with my tongue. “Let go, Hunter,” I whisper, and he does.

He flips us over in one swift motion, pinning me beneath him as he drives into me with a fierce intensity that makes me cry out. He pulls my legs up, my heels digging into his ass as he thrusts deeper and deeper, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

The room is filled with the sounds of our passion—moans and gasps and the wet slap of skin on skin. As my orgasm builds, a tide of sensations threaten to overwhelm me, until I'm there, clinging to Hunter as I fall apart beneath him.

He follows me, spilling his seed in me, burying his face in my neck as he groans out his release. We lie there in the aftermath, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled in the sheets, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

Finally, he lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes filled with a warmth that has nothing to do with the heat of our lovemaking. “You were right. That was the best way to burn off some energy,” he says, a note of amusement in his voice.

I smile and press a kiss to his lips. “Glad you are pleased.”

9:49 am

I’m floating somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, the warmth of the bed and the lingering scent of Hunter on the sheets wrapping around me like a swaddling blanket.

I could easily sleep for another few hours, letting the events of the night before drift through my mind. But then, I hear it—Carly’s voice calling out from the front door.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!”

I groan and bury my face in the pillow, cursing myself for ever thinking it was a good idea to give Carly a key. She’s the best friend anyone could ask for, but her timing… not so much. Reluctantly, I throw off the covers and reach for my robe, tying it loosely around my waist, and run to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

When I walk into the living room, Carly is already making herself at home with a wide grin on her face. “Good morning, sunshine! What took you so long to drag your lazy bones out of bed?”

I rub my eyes and manage a sleepy smile. “Ah, I had to brush my teeth. It’s early morning on a Saturday. What in the hell are you doing here?”

“That’s right. You can’t do anything before your beloved morning ritual. Just thought I’d check on my favorite gal on my way home from my night shift. Plus, I brought you a latte. Figured you could use the pick-me-up.”

She holds up a to-go cup like it’s a peace offering, and I can’t help but smile as I take it from her. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise, I’d be tempted to throw you out. After I take the latte, of course.”

“Love you too, babe,” she says, flopping down onto the couch. “So, how’s my favorite friend doing this fine morning? Besides being sleepy.”

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