Page 52 of Doctor I Do

Both men look at me with warm smiles, and my heart swells with pure happiness. My parents joining us surprised me because I didn’t hate it.

Is it possible that Alex could help improve my relationship with them?

I never used to see them this much. Because I felt like the biggest letdown. Their child with no finished college degree or aspirations. Worse, no partner in sight. My family looks at me differently now.

It’s all thanks to him.

My parents say goodbye and turn to their table, but not before Mom mentions she’s organized a wedding planner for us at their house tomorrow. There’s no rebutting. It was an order.

I turn and Alex slips his hand over my shoulders and massages my tightening knots. A moan slips from my lips at how good it feels.

He’s standing behind me, and he whispers into my hair so only I can hear. “I’m going to have to finish this when we get home,” he warns, and heat floods my body.

Him and me alone, with his skilled hands on me.

Yeah, not a good idea.

But I don’t think I have any resolve left to fight.

“Here’s the pastitsio,” Gary interrupts, and we smile back, giving him our thanks as we take our seats again.

“This looks incredible,” I say.

Alex agrees, and we dig in.

Afterward, I’m stuffed and ready to curl up on the sofa and watch my trash TV shows.

“Dessert?” he asks.

“I’m full…” But my voice is unconvincing.

“How about we share?” he suggests with a sparkle in his eye.

I shrug. “Sure.”

Scanning the menu, we decide on a chocolate mousse.

I look over at where my parents sit, but a touch on my thigh has me jumping in my seat. I turn my face, and I’m met with his mesmerizing eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

I welcome his hands on me, but at the same time, it awakens the burning desire I keep trying to bury.

It’s been bubbling underneath the surface, and at times like these, it hits in full force. All I want to do right now is move his hands up my thigh to my pussy. I’ve never done anything in public but with him? Right now? I would. I’m desperate to ease the ache, but our dessert arrives, interrupting my thoughts.

I eat in silence. When we finish, he walks behind my chair. I peer up to find his blue eyes full of longing, and I know mine mirror his.

He leans in, his thumb wiping across my lips. My heart is racing watching him bring it to his own lips and suck mousse remnants off. I know I should be embarrassed I had mousse on my mouth, but if it got him to do that, I’d do it again happily.

He gives me an all-consuming grin, then dips his head and kisses my open lips before whispering, “You ready?”

The air from his breath on my lips sends a small shudder down my spine.

I nod. “Yeah.”

He kisses my temple, his warm lips on my skin teasing me again before he stands and holds out his hand for me. I take it, knowing it feels so right when I do.

Chapter 19

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