Page 17 of Doctor Mile High
And it did the entire night.
“Dove,” I growl into the shower stall, wrapping my fist around my cock as the memory of her naked body infiltrates my mind.
I remember the way my hand drifted down her leg, how I relished in the softness of her skin. The pull to her was magnetic, a force that I couldn’t fight.
That I can’t fight.
The magnetism is still there, pulling me to her, daring me to find her so we can finally have the life that I think we both crave.
“Fuck.” My groan echoes through the stall and I bite onto my arm to keep myself silent.
The way she needed me that night still haunts me. She begged for my cock. She ached for me. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone want me that much before. She was so wet, so tight, so fucking warm, and the way she moaned my name will be engrained in my mind until the day I die.
Swiping my thumb over the crown, I gasp. I drag my fingers down the wall, wishing it was her smooth, flawless back my blunt nails were dragging on.
God.
The way she rode me.
“That’s it, Dove. Take my cock like good girl,” I whisper to the memory of her.
I press my forehead against the wall, remembering how I pressed it against her chest when she was on top of me and I couldn’t believe how fucking good she felt.
“I miss your body on mine. I miss the way you say my name when I make you come.”
If I think about her voice enough, I can hear the soft whisper of her saying my name, and that’s all it takes for the orgasm to buckle my knees. I catch myself on the wall, groaning as jet after jet paints the wall.
I pant, the warm water trickling into my mouth, and I spit it out. I need a few more seconds to gather my thoughts before I can wash up.
Her blue eyes fade into my memory. Tonight, I know she will visit my dreams and I’ll be able to see them again.
I chuckle to myself. “Fucking hell, Winston. You’re a damn goner.” I almost feel like a teen again. That desperate kind of love that makes you feel like you’ll die if that love isn’t yours. It has me by my damn throat.
While I find myself wondering where Dove can be, I finish washing up, scrubbing every inch of my body to get this day off me. It only takes me a few minutes before I’m stepping out onto the mat, drying off, and wrapping the towel around my waist.
I grab a nice pair of dark blue jeans from the dresser and pair them with a short-sleeve black button-up shirt that’s slightly sheer across the shoulders. The buttons are gold and add a nice pop of color. This shirt cost way too much, but if I spend money, it is typically on fashionable clothes.
I’d go to dinner in sweatpants and a nice hoodie, but my mom would scold me until the end of time. She and Dad are older. I hate to say it, but my brothers and I might have another five, maybe ten years with them if we’re lucky. So if my mom wants me to dress nice, then that’s what I’m going to do.
I slip on my Rolex and shoes, run my fingers through my hair, spray a small amount of cologne, and make my way out the door.
“Olivia, please, go home. Rest. You don’t need to be here any longer today.”
“I’m almost done.”
“Olivia.” I deepen my voice to show my patience is wearing thin.
She stops typing, eyes going wide when she hears the tone I don’t use all that often. “Yes, Dr. Warrick. You’re right. You know how I get caught up in tasks.”
“I know, but even you need rest. If I’m called in for anything urgent, I’ll let you know.” That’s Olivia’s rule. If I’m called in for an emergency, I have to call her.
I support it. She keeps me going on those days by moving other appointments, getting me food because I will forget to eat, and coffee.
“Excellent. I’ll see you tomorrow. Enjoy your dinner.”
“I will.” I give her a wave and slip into the elevator with Dr. Greene.
“Doctor.” She nods.
