Page 25 of Secret Seduction
“Yeah, I’ll be fast.” Shae takes my hand, using it to move off the table. I make sure she has her footing, and once she does, I make my way out of the room. A patient comes out of another room the minute I do, one of my own who we moved to Gallo’s schedule in order for me to take today off. Son of a bitch, I’m in a motherfucking pickle. I can only hope my patient won’t be too pissed, especially considering taking half a day off isn’t a normal instance for me. Vacationis about to be though; it's been years since I’ve taken a week off, and I’m seeing the need in my future immediately.
“Hi, Doctor Camden.” She gives me a wave.
“Hello.” I don’t recall her name, and I pull out my phone, pretending to be busy until the coast is clear. That is until I see the texts I’ve missed
Asher: Everything good with Shae?
Jagger: Girls haven’t heard anything yet. Pretty sure Luke’s balls will be in a vice if we find out before them.
Tysen: Ouch.
Trent: That’s definite.
I hit the lock screen when I hear movement behind me. I look over my shoulder to see Shae walking through the doorway with a look of annoyance written across her face.
“What a cunt,” is uttered beneath her breath, or at least that’s what it sounds like.
“Everything okay?” I arch an eyebrow when she jolts, noticing I’m standing there.
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” She follows up my question with one of her own.
“You tell me.” Marissa walks out of the room with a smug look on her face. Yeah, I’m really going to have to watch out for that one. Especially if Shae isn’t going to tell me what happened in a matter of minutes.
“It’s okay. I’m going to go check out.” Shae places her hand on my chest. I know what she wants when she licks her lips. Fuck me, the last thing I should do is make any kind ofpublic display of affection in the office. Too bad I’m breaking all the rules when it comes to Shae. I dip my head, press my mouth against hers, feeling the wetness from where she lapped at her pretty lips, and crush her to my body. We need to get out of here, and fucking fast, or I’ll end up taking her for the first time in my office.
“Hurry.” My hand finds her ass, squeezing it tightly, more than ready to see more of my marks coating her body.
“Okay.” Breathless and beautiful, and I’m going to have all of her to myself very fucking soon.
16
SHAE
Ibeat Luke home. He got waylaid by a phone call, and I waved to him on my way out. I saw the gruff look on his face, the tense set of his firm jaw, teeth mashing into one another enough to wear down his back molars. It gave me time to calm down about Marissa and her incessant comments. This time, it wasn’t what she said; it was how she said it. The scars on my stomach weren’t anything I’d been worried about; they were part of my journey. I wouldn’t allow it to try and take the confidence away I’ve worked so hard to restore.
I guess you can add the scars to the stretch marks you have on your sides.
Those were the words she spit like venom. I’d been bigger in my twenties. Life happens. Partying, hanging out with women who tore you down instead of lifting you up, a lot like Marissa, will have you turning into a person you don’t recognize. My family didn’t say anything, choosing tolove me through my ups and downs. The day I hit thirty was my wake-up call. My health became a priority, saving money even more so, and everything else fell into place.
I have stretch marks; so do more than half the women and men on this planet. Luke hasn’t seemed to mind them any time he’s seen me naked, in or out of bed, in the shower or walking around the bedroom. In fact, he can barely keep his hands to himself. I drop my bag on the table, step out of my shoes, and decide to greet Luke completely naked. Marissa might have had the last word today, but I’m with the man she can’t have. I could kick Lennie’s ass, making me wait, you know, if she weren’t pregnant and asking me to gather as much evidence as possible before taking it to Luke and Doctor Gallo.
I strip out of my clothes, dropping them in a trail with each step I take. My shirt is the first thing to leave my body. Another few steps, and I drop a sock, then do the same with the other. Bending over without an ounce of pain makes this so much easier. I’m nearly to the kitchen when another idea forms. I shimmy out of my sports bra. My breasts jiggle with the movement, and my nipples tighten at the thought of Luke coming up without knowing what’s coming. The whir of the elevator spurs me into action. I drop my joggers and panties to the ground, kicking them out of the way so I don’t fall flat on my face. That would totally be a buzz kill and ruin the whole vibe I’m going for.
The elevator dings at the exact time I lay myself over the cold quartz marble countertops. The contrast is intense. My body is thrumming with desire, a burning inferno on the inside but cool on the outside, especially along my pebblednipples. I spread my legs, tip my hips upward, and hold still all without looking over my shoulder. A real bummer because I’d love nothing more than to see Luke’s facial expression.
“Holy mother of fucking god, baby girl. Goddamn.” The strain in his voice is palpable. I remain still. It’s killing me on the inside, but I know the added effect it will have on him. I hear his bag drop to the floor, what I’m assuming are shoes make a thudding noise, and when the ripping of fabric grabs my attention, I can’t hold back from looking over my shoulder.
I’m unprepared. I mean, sure, I’ve seen Luke naked the past couple of weeks, but seeing him unable to control himself after finding me bent over and displayed like this, it’s a different side of him. It’s raw, it’s real, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s all for me. There’s a flourish of activity, tie leaving his neck, shirt fluttering to the floor, all that’s left is his belt, slacks, and the tight black boxer briefs I watched him slide up his firm and muscular thighs this morning.
“Luke.” I start to slide my feet together when the ache becomes unbearable. I need him, any part of him I can have, and I need it with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
“Don’t.” His gruff voice slides along my skin like he’s whispering in my ear. Luke is still too far away for my liking. He undoes the buckle, metal clinking, the leather sliding through each belt loop. He wraps it around his hand and takes another step before letting it unravel and meet the rest of our clothes that are abandoned on the ground.
“Please,” I beg when he stands in the same place for fartoo long. His jaw clenches, the muscle in his neck pulses, and I watch with my body on fire as he finishes undressing. The rasp of the zipper has his pants down, he steps out of them, and the thick ridge of his cock is only concealed by the last layer on the hottest man alive.
“You’ll be saying that a lot.” He hooks his hands into the sides and takes off his boxer briefs in one swift movement, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. When he’s back to standing to his full height, one hand cupping his balls, the other wraps around his shaft, sliding up and down, pinching the tip at one point probably to hold himself back. Too bad he isn’t getting the hint that I don’t want him to. “What did I do to deserve all this beauty, waiting and more than willing for me to come home to?”
“I’m going to take care of myself if you make me wait any longer.” I’m practically begging for him to do something, anything besides what he’s doing right now, which is nothing.
