Dr Stanton Boxset

by T L Swan

“Hey.” I smile. “Are you okay?”

  “Hi, Ash. Yes, it’s not as bad as they first thought. She’s going to be alright.”

  I put my hand on my chest in relief. “Oh, thank God, Jen.”

  “I know. She had us all scared for a while there but they think she’s going to make a full recovery.”

  “That’s great.” I smile.

  “I’m so relieved. What are you doing?”

  I shake my head and smirk. “I have news.”

  “What kind of news?”

  “Mr. Stanton news,” I whisper as I continue to flick through the dresses.

  “Oh my fucking God. What?”

  “He came to the club and I was busted. He knew it was me, despite the wig. We had this huge fight and then he demanded a lap dance.”

  “What?”

  “And then two days later he requested a night in the Escape Lounge with me.”

  “What the fuck?” she screeches.

  “I know. But he didn’t want me to sleep there, so he took me back to his house, which is like crazy rich, and we had awesome sex all night and now I can hardly walk. He’s taking me to New York for the weekend, but I’m going to look like a potato because I can’t find anything to wear,” I blow out through my last breath. Jeez, that was a mouthful.

  “What the heck” She pauses for a moment. “Did you tell him about Owen?”

  I scrunch my face up. “Erm. No, not yet.” I wince.

  “Ashley, what the hell are you doing?”

  “Oh, Jen, I just want him to get to know me before I tell him I have a son.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s going to change the whole dynamic and I will become someone’s mom to him. I won’t matter anymore.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  “I kind of do,” I mutter sadly. “Look, I’ll tell him as soon as we get back on Monday. Jen, when have I ever had the opportunity to go away with a dreamy guy for a fun weekend with no strings attached?”

  “This is true,” she mutters, distracted.

  “Do you think it’s bad if I hold out until Monday? I mean… who knows, we might not even hit it off and it won’t matter anyway.”

  “Again, true.”

  I blow out a deflated breath as I turn a full circle, looking at the dresses on the racks. “I’ve got to find a date dress and there is literally nothing anywhere.” I sigh.

  “Hmm, look at that little dress shop near the coffee place we go to.”

  I frown. “Which one?”

  “You know… It has the rocking horse in the window?”

  “What? Near the coffee shop?”

  “Yes, across the road. I saw about fifty things in there to die for.”

  I shrug. “Okay, it can’t hurt.”

  “Send me some photos from the changing room.”

  I fake a smile and give the attendant a wave as I exit her shop. “I have approximately…” I look at my watch. “Eight minutes to find a dress that is going to drive him wild.”

  She giggles. “Piece of cake. Get off the phone and start running, bitch.”

  * * *

  I fall into the seat as Cameron fusses about in the overhead luggage compartment.

  I’ve never flown first class before. I glance around at everyone who all look like its their God given right to fly in such luxury. Cameron is wearing blue jeans and a navy sports suit jacket with a white T-shirt. His dark hair is in messy curls and he looks like he probably owns this frigging plane. He exudes money. My eyes roam down to my thirty-dollar dress and shoes, and I cringe. Do I look like I have no money? Because that’s sure how I feel. He pushes our bags around and rearranges them in the overhead, and a broad smile crosses my face as I watch him. Cameron has to have things just as he likes them or it annoys the hell out of him. When I got to his house earlier, I found him in the throes of hoovering and cleaning my car. He said it would have bothered him all weekend if he didn’t do it. My little baby is now sparkling clean, like a diamond. Cameron finally falls into the seat beside me and, without thinking, picks up my hand and places it on his thigh. I’ve noticed he does this a lot—he wants my hands on him. In bed he wants me to cuddle his back. In the car he picks up my hand and puts it on his thigh. He turns his attention to me now and squeezes my hand in his before he throws me a sexy wink and flashes a swoony smile.

  “We didn’t have to fly first class, you know,” I whisper.

  His head leans back against the headrest. “Yeah, we did.”

  I lean in so nobody else can hear. “You waste a lot of money.”

  He smirks. “And you talk too much.”

  Cameron

  I tap my pen as I think before I write the words Mount Everest.

  “That’s not it,” Ashley interrupts from over my shoulder. I smirk. “Know it all. Yes, it is.”

  I’m doing the crossword in the paper and we are just about to land in New York.

  “Try Mauna Kea in Hawaii,” she tells me.

  “I’m looking for the highest.”

  “Yes, and while Mount Everest is the highest above sea level, it’s not the actual tallest mountain.”

  I frown. “Everest stands at nearly thirty-thousand feet. Mauna is only at thirteen.”

  “Yes, but twenty-thousand feet of Mauna is submerged in the pacific ocean.”

  “Therefore not being the tallest,” I say softly.

  She shakes her head. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “I know more than you do,” I add.

  She smirks. “I doubt that and it won’t fit, big shot. Trust me, I know my shit.”

  I go to write it down and, low and behold, it doesn’t fit. I purse my lips and she smiles smugly. This woman will be the death of me. I have never been with someone smarter than me before. Can’t say I like it to be honest.

  Next question: The chemical element of the atomic number two. I frown and glance over at Ashley.

  “Helium.” She smirks without hesitation.

  I fake a smile. “Smart ass,” I mouth.

  “Dumbass,” she mouths back.

  I lean over so that nobody else can hear us. “You should probably start worrying about what I’m going to do to your ass in our hotel room.”

  “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She smirks and I instantly raise a brow in question. She shakes her head. “That’s off limits.”

  I smirk. “Why is that?”

  “I would like to have something to give to my husband when I finally meet him,” she whispers.

  I feign shock. “You wound me. I thought I was your future husband.”

  She laughs. “Oh Lord, no. You’re too dumb for me.”

  I smirk as I lean in and kiss her softly. I feel myself harden. “Don’t set me a challenge, Bloss. You know I’m a goal-orientated man.”

  She smiles against my lips. “Tell me what you want to do to me,” she whispers.

  I bring my hand up to cup the back of her head and kiss her again. “Well, right now I would like you naked and riding my cock.” I grab her hand and bring it over the bulge in my jeans, watching as her eyes light up with excitement. She subtly squeezes and I kiss her again.

  “Mile high club,” she whispers.

  “Damn it, I should have brought my brother’s jet and we could have joined that club for real.”

  She cringes. “Your brother has a jet?”

  “Yeah, I would normally take it, but then if I told him I was taking a girl somewhere it would have become a thing.”

  “A thing?” She frowns.

  “They would all want to meet you.”

  “Who’s all?” she asks.

  “My brother Joshua. His wife Natasha. Then Murph, although Adrian is his real name.”

  “Oh good, don’t tell them anything. I don’t want to meet them.”

  I frown. “What’s wrong with my family? Why wouldn’t you want to meet them?”

  I’m horrified. She should want to meet my family. Most girls would cut their right arm of
f to meet them.

  “Well, we’re not like that, are we?” she says casually.

  “Well… we could be,” I stammer.

  She grins as she picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Cam, it’s fine. You don’t have to pretend this is something it isn’t. I’m not.”

  I stare at her for a moment as my brain freezes. Is she using fucking reverse psychology on me right now? I’ve never been given the cold shoulder by a woman before, and she seems to do it on an hourly basis. “Are you blowing me off?” I ask.

  She leans over and licks my ear. “No, but I will be blowing your dick very soon.”

  I half-smile, mollified for the moment. “That’s more like it.”

  * * *

  I open the hotel door with my lips locked on hers, walking her backwards into the room as I throw the bags down. I tear my jacket off my shoulders and she laughs in excitement.

  This woman is driving me insane.

  I can’t get enough and it was hard to control myself for the duration of the flight.

  “Clothes off.” I growl.

  Ashley laughs as I lift my T-shirt over my head. “I said clothes off,” I repeat.

  She bends and starts to undo her sandals. I kick off my shoes and slide my jeans down my legs, revealing my hard cock.

  Her eyes dance with delight. “You’re one hell of a man, Cameron,” she mutters sexily.

  I grin and lie on my back on the bed.

  “No time for small talk, Bloss. Get the fuck on me now.”

  She smiles sexily as she slides her dress down her legs, and my breath catches. She’s wearing pretty pink matching lace underwear. Unable to help it, my eyes scan her body and my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip. She is utterly fucking beautiful, curvy, and feminine, and the way she looks at me drives me wild.

  I don’t know what she’s done, but somehow she has tapped into something inside of me. She has me washing her fucking car, for Christ’s sake. I’m like her pathetic little puppet waiting for my next fix.

  This is new.

  I watch her as she slowly removes her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She’s got big tits—big, juicy, fucking perfect tits. I grab my dick and hold it so it doesn’t explode on the spot.

  God, she’s so hot.

  She slowly slides her panties down and I’m blessed with the sight of the tiny patch of Heaven.

  My Heaven.

  She slowly crawls over me, smiling as she waits on her hands and knees. “What do you want, Dr. Stanton?” she whispers darkly.

  “I want you to suck my dick.”

  She smiles sexily and disappears down my body. I inhale deeply as she licks me on the upstroke.

  “Oh… you taste good,” she breathes onto me.

  My eyes close in pleasure and my legs open. She takes me in her mouth and I feel a hard pulse begin to grow. My breath quivers in anticipation. She takes me deeper and deeper, and I lift off the bed as I hold my breath. My hands rest softly on the back of her head.

  Don’t fucking come, I start to chant in my head. Don’t fucking come.

  She moans around me and I scrunch my eyes shut to try and block her out. “Ash,” I whisper. God, she’s too perfect. I can’t hold it. “Get on me.” I growl.

  “Where are the condoms?” she asks.

  “What.” I frown. “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck the condoms. Let me come inside of you.”

  “No.”

  I lift my head to look at her. “I’m clean. I’ve never not worn a condom in my life.”

  Her eyes search mine.

  “I promise,” I whisper.

  “This would be your first time?” she asks, clearly surprised.

  I nod.

  She smiles shyly and climbs over the top of me as the sound of my heartbeat rings in my head.

  Holy fuck. I’m going to blow so hard.

  She kisses me and my hands roam up and down her body, from her full breasts to her tight ass. I slide my hand underneath and run my fingers through her wet flesh.

  My cock thumps in approval. She starts to slide up and over my body as we kiss, and I’m unable to open my eyes. “Now.” I growl. “I need you now.”

  She rises onto her knees, and I hold the base up and she moves it into position before I pull her hips down.

  We both moan in pleasure and she stops midway down. “Give me a minute,” she begs.

  We haven’t done this position before. I’ve had to take her how I wanted her—my body wouldn’t have given me the choice.

  I watch her struggle to take me, and honestly, I think it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. She moves from side to side to loosen herself up.

  I get to come inside her.

  Soon.

  Suddenly, I’m near frantic. I need her now. “Ash… Come on.” I growl. “You’re killing me.”

  She giggles and leans forward, allowing her body to open up, and I slide home. Our eyes lock as our bodies become one without anything in between us, and something changes for me.

  I want her to meet my family.

  For the first time in my life, I want all the strings attached.

  I lift her slowly and circle her hips onto me. She groans and I bring her back to rub her pubic bone over mine. Her dark eyes hold mine.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper.

  She smiles and starts to slowly pump me. I grab her hips to hang on for the ride. Up, down, in and out—the burn and the pleasure is off the charts.

  “Cam, you feel so good, baby,” she whispers.

  Hearing her call me baby sets me into overdrive and I start to slam her onto me without thinking about the consequences.

  “Ahh,” she cries out.

  We get into a rhythm and I watch her perspiring breasts bounce up and down as she rides me. What a beautiful fucking sight. I can feel every muscle deep inside of her. This tight thing she has going on is driving me wild.

  “Cam, I’m going to come. I can’t hold it, baby,” she whimpers.

  That’s my green light. I can go. I start to lift and really hit her hard, and she screams out as her orgasm rips through her. I lift her at a racer’s pace, and holy fuck, I can’t get deep enough.

  I can’t get close enough.

  I want more, so much more.

  The orgasm rips though me and I cry out. For the first time in my life I actually come inside of a woman…and it’s perfect. Just like she is.

  * * *

  “What will it be?” The bartender asks.

  “Bloss?” I ask.

  “Erm...” She peruses the cocktail menu. “I’ll have a Margarita, please.”

  “And I’ll have a Blue Label Scotch on the rocks.”

  I smile at the beautiful woman sitting opposite me. After spending the afternoon in bed we’ve been out for dinner and now we’re having drinks. The conversation flows easy and she makes me laugh. I feel like I’m hanging out with a good friend. There’s no bullshit at all between us. We are seated in the corner of a trendy club. The decor is dark and moody, and the copper bar is large. Huge, black, metal pendant lights hang down from the center of the ceiling.

  Our drinks are delivered and Ash sips hers and smiles at the bartender. “Bravo.”

  He throws her a satisfied wink and I smile as he walks away.

  She sips her drink again. “Tell me why you’ve never had unprotected sex before,” She says quietly.

  I shrug. “It’s never been something that’s bothered me before.”

  She raises her eyebrows. “And it bothers you with me?”

  I nod. “Strangely enough, it does.”

  “What abut your past girlfriends?’

  “Only ever had one girlfriend and that was in college.”

  She screws up her face in shock. “What?”

  I shrug and smile.

  “So, you’re just like a huge sleazebag who sleeps with everyone?”

  I laugh out loud. Trust her to say it how it is. “I have fu
n,” I reply. “And I don’t sleep with everyone. I’ve never had a girlfriend because I couldn’t ever be a cheater.”

  “Why not?’

  “Its not who I am. I love women too much to go out of my way to hurt them.”

  “So, you just break their bodies instead of their hearts?” she asks.

  I smirk. “Something like that. I usually get in about five dates before I have to end it.”

  She frowns. “So five dates is the expiry date?”

  “No. It usually takes about five dates before they start stating wanting more and I end it.”

  She bites her bottom lip. “Right, so what date are we on?”

  “Date twelve.”

  She laughs into her drink. “How do you work that out?”

  I count on my fingers. “Well… Vegas.”

  She smirks.

  “Then the five days at work count for five dates.”

  “We didn’t touch each other at work.”

  “But I couldn’t take my eyes off you, so that counts as a date for each day because that was, like, extended torture.”

  She laughs and holds her drink up to me in approval.

  “Then the club.”

  “The lap dance?” she murmurs in horror.

  I smile. “Yes. Then the night at my house.”

  “Which was last night, so that only comes to eight.”

  “But we had sex four times today.”

  “Are you counting?”

  “Yes.” I keep counting on my fingers. “Really, I say that makes it ten dates and tonight will be worth another two.”

  Her eyes hold mine. “I guess the end is near for me then.” She puts the back of her hand over her forehead to fake distress. “Oh no, what ever will I do?”

  “You better watch your step and be a good girl. I might keep you around for another few dates yet.” I smirk

  She grins and sips her drink.

  “What about you?” I ask.

  She raises her eyebrows, as though surprised by my question. “Erm, a few boyfriends in college.” She pauses as if thinking. “After I met you, I got engaged.”

  My face falls. What? That shouldn’t bother me as much as it does.

  “What happened?” I ask.

  She sips her drink as if uncomfortable. “He wasn’t the one.”

  I raise an eyebrow in question. “The one?”

  “He wasn’t the man I met in Vegas, that’s for sure.”