Page 11 of The Surgeon's Secret

Catherine reached for the straps of her blue silk dress, sliding one off each shoulder. She knew that as soon as she let go, the dress would fall to the floor. She took a deep breath and released it, watching as the dress pooled at her feet.

She stepped out of the silk and folded it neatly on the chair next to Lexi’s clothes. The night air felt exhilarating against her bare skin. She hadn’t worn a bra tonight, and now she stood in nothing but a lacy thong.

For a moment Catherine hesitated, wondering if she should really go through with this. But something deep inside her craved the experience—the rush, the freedom, the pull of Lexi’s energy. It was different from anything she’d ever done. Her skin tingled in the cool night air as she stepped closer to the pool.

She curled her toes around the edge, feeling the tension building in her chest. She glanced up to see Lexi’s eyes on her—watching, waiting, dark with desire. Catherine took a deep breath and then dove into the water, feeling the cool rush cascade over her body, washing away any lingering doubts.

When she surfaced in the middle of the pool, Lexi was right there, her blue eyes just inches from Catherine’s. The air between them was electric, crackling with anticipation. They were close—too close, or maybe not close enough.

“Is this okay?” Lexi whispered, her voice barely audible as her hand found Catherine’s hip, pulling her gently, but unmistakably, closer. Their wet bodies slid together, theirbreasts brushing, sending shocks through Catherine that made her gasp.

“Yes,” Catherine breathed, feeling the warmth of Lexi’s hand against her skin, the weight of her own desire overwhelming any hesitation. Her mind was spinning, her body trembling with the unfamiliar intensity of it all. She’d never felt anything like this before—not even with James.

Lexi’s hands moved up Catherine’s sides, caressing her back and shoulders, before gently cupping her face. Catherine shivered, her body alive with anticipation as Lexi closed the space between them, her lips brushing against Catherine’s softly at first, then more urgently.

The kiss was deep and filled with longing, and Catherine felt Lexi’s hunger as her tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring, tasting. Catherine responded in kind, her lips moving of their own accord, matching Lexi’s passion. She tasted the lime on Lexi’s tongue—sharp, citrusy, and irresistible. Catherine wanted more,neededmore, and her whole body ached for it.

A throbbing need pulsed between her legs, a need she’d never felt this strongly before. This was different than anything she’d felt for another person. This was raw and all-consuming. Catherine wanted Lexi—no, sheneededher.

Lexi pulled away first, her breath ragged and her eyes dark with desire. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Lexi whispered, though her eyes betrayed her words, filled with longing.

“Please…it’s not just you,” Catherine reassured her, her voice trembling. “I wanted it, too. I wantthis.” She was breathless, her body still humming with the intensity of the kiss, with the need that hadn’t been sated yet. “I promise you, I want this.”

Lexi hesitated, looking into Catherine’s eyes as if searching for any sign of doubt. “But…aren’t you straight?”

“Clearly not.” Catherine laughed softly, a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration making her voice shake. “I always thought I was—until now. Until I looked at you, and I knew…I knew it wasn’t a normal way to look at another woman, not if I was really straight.”

She reached for Lexi’s hand and held it in her own, feeling the warmth, the connection.

“But what about your husband?” Lexi asked, her face contorted slightly with worry, as if she’d messed up everything by giving in to her desire.

But she hadn’t. Catherine wanted this as much—if not more—than Lexi did.

“Shh…” Catherine whispered, raising her finger to Lexi’s lips in the same way Lexi had done earlier. She traced the soft pad of her fingertip against Lexi’s lips tenderly, sensually. She didn’t want to talk about James. She didn’t want to talk about being straight. None of that mattered right now.

All that mattered was Lexi and the way she made her feel—alive, desired,free.

Catherine looked out past Lexi to the ocean stretching out for miles under the moonlight, full of infinite possibilities. She felt bold, wild. She took Lexi’s right hand and guided it between her legs, pressing it tightly against her. She gasped softly, watching as Lexi’s eyes widened with want. She felt Lexi’s fingers begin to move, seeking out her pleasure, teasing her, making her breath hitch in her throat.

“Please…more,” Catherine gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

Lexi used her other hand to guide Catherine to the edge of the pool, pressing her back gently against the cool tiles. With practiced skill, Lexi’s fingers slipped beneath the soaked fabric of Catherine’s panties, pushing them aside as she teased andplayed with her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Catherine’s body.

Catherine’s breathing grew heavier, her hips instinctively moving in rhythm with Lexi’s touch. She was already on the edge, her body teetering on the brink of something she’d never experienced before.

Lexi kissed her again—deeply, passionately—her tongue exploring Catherine’s mouth with a hunger that mirrored the intensity of her fingers as they worked their magic below.

Catherine could barely hold herself together. “Oh God, yes…please, don’t stop,” she moaned, the words escaping her lips in a breathless rush.

Lexi’s voice was a low whisper in her ear, sending shivers down Catherine’s spine. “You’re so wet for me,” she murmured, her fingers moving deeper, more insistent.

Catherine opened her legs wider, giving Lexi full access as she pressed herself harder against the pool’s edge. She felt Lexi’s fingers push deep inside of her and begin to fuck her. The sensations were overwhelming, her body thrumming with the need for release, for more of this unfamiliar yet intoxicating pleasure.

The world around her faded until all that remained was the feeling of Lexi’s fingers moving inside her and her thumb on her clitoris, driving her toward the edge of ecstasy.

“I’m going to come,” Catherine whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Come for me, baby,” Lexi urged, her voice hot in Catherine’s ear. She pulled Catherine closer, kissing her again, devouring her as if she couldn’t get enough.

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