Madison’s back hit the wall with a light thump as my mouth devoured hers. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, with her legs wrapped around me. My hands were on her ass, holding her up so my jean-clad cock was nestled against her hot pussy.
I thrust the rock-fucking-hard bulge forward to feel more of her heat bathing it and swallowed her moan as my tongue thrust between her sweet lips.
“Motherfucker,” I grunted. “I could fucking feast on your lips for hours.”
“Later,” she panted. “Naked. Now.”
I grinned against her lips and held on tight, never breaking our connection as I swiftly walked to my bedroom. I set her on her feet at the foot of the bed and dragged my lips down her neck before pulling back so I could get her out of her clothes.
Our hands were frantic, grabbing and pulling, throwing clothes haphazardly in any direction. Moonlight came in through the large windows over-looking the ocean and bathed the room in enough light to see the outline of her body. That wasn’t enough for me. Once she was divested of every stitch, I lifted her again and padded around to the side of the bed where I could flip on a lamp. Then I gently placed her on the mattress and stepped back to admire her beauty. Her creamy skin was flushed from her cheeks to her round tits tipped with cherry nipples, and down to her neatly trimmed pussy. “So fucking beautiful, baby,” I whispered huskily.
She lifted up on to her elbows and her eyes soaked in the sight of me. Her eyes lingered on the colorful sleeve of tattoos covering my left arm and she licked her lips (fuck, that was hot) before continuing on down. She sucked in a breath and her nipples tightened, clearly pleased with what she saw. “Right back atcha,” she teased.
I helped her to maneuver back onto the mattress and crawled over her. I hissed at the sparks that ignited when I lowered myself down and we were skin to skin. My erection was cradled in the apex of her thighs and when I moved my hips just a little, it slid easily through the wetness. “Fuck,” I grunted. “I can’t wait to feel all that slick heat gloving my cock.” I used the tip to tease her entrance, enjoying her little whimpers of pleasure.
There was something different about being with Madison. I was blown away by the heightened sensations I felt with her. I glanced down, wanting to watch my thick cock disappear inside her. It was glistening with her juices and I froze. That was the moment when I realized I’d forgotten all about protection. Shit. I silently berated myself for being so careless. I’d almost fucked her without a condom.
I was a fucking doctor who dealt with pregnancy day in and day out. I should’ve known better. As I moved off of her a rush of cold air surrounded my dick and he practically wept at the loss of her heat. My eyes were glued to her pussy and I started at the realization that I didn’t want to use anything to separate us. I wanted to say to hell with it and slide inside her bare.
The next thought to slither through my brain almost knocked me off my feet. Would it be so bad if she ended up pregnant? I shook away the thought before I could dwell on it.
I pointed at her and commanded, “Don’t move.” Then I hurried to my bathroom and dug around in the cabinets for condoms. I could barely remember the last time I’d had sex, so it took me a while to remember where the fuck I’d stashed them.
Finally, I located an unopened box and swiftly made my way back to the goddess spread out on my bed. When I returned, her eyes widened, and her hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Shit! How could I have forgotten? I’m not supposed to have sex—uh, I mean I shouldn’t have sex without protection!” Her response seemed odd to me, but I was past the point of rational thinking.
“Relax, lips.” With no care for the condition of the box, I tore it open and grabbed a foil packet. In no time, I’d sheathed myself and returned to my position hovering over Madison.
Our skin brushed lightly and everywhere we touched, a fire erupted in my veins causing my blood to boil as it drained down to my groin. I rubbed my thickness against her sex, coating the condom in her arousal. When I was confident that it was wet enough, I slowly eased inside her, little by little, making sure to pause frequently and let her tight pussy adjust to my size.
“Ethan,” she moaned as her body writhed beneath me. “You’re so big. I feel so full.”
I halted and my eyes roamed her face looking for signs that she was in pain. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Definitely.” She nodded for emphasis. “Please don’t stop.”
My head dropped to the valley between her breasts and I licked a path over to one nipple, circling it once before sucking it into my mouth. I resumed the movement of my hips, sinking deeper into her pussy. Every time I bit down on her nipple, her walls spasmed around my cock and I had to fight to keep my measured pace.
I gave the opposite nipple equal attention, then sealed our lips together and kissed her fervently. When I was finally seated balls deep, her back arched and she bucked against me, bringing my pubis in contact with her clit.
Madison cried out and her legs tightened like a vice around my waist, her pussy practically strangling my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” I desperately clung to shreds of my control, determined to make her come at least twice before I sought my own release.
I took her mouth in an all-consuming kiss as I began to steadily pump my hips, drawing almost all the way out before plunging back in to the hilt.
Madison broke our kiss and tossed her head back into the mattress, thrashing from side to side. “Ethan! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted.
“Let go, baby,” I demanded gruffly. “Let me see you fall apart.”
She tightened every muscle for a millisecond before breaking apart with a scream, her body pulsing as she came.
I kept up my rhythm, dragging her pleasure out as long as possible. But, when her muscles started to relax and her shivers started to subside, I didn’t allow her to come completely down off her high and rest.
My thrusts sped up and I grasped her legs from around my waist, hoisting them up to rest one on each of my shoulders. Then I firmly gripped her hips and slammed so deep inside her that I felt my tip bump her cervix.
When her pussy clenched me in a vice-like grip, I lost the last vestiges of my control. I pounded in and out with abandon, driving us both higher and higher. Her screams of ecstasy fueled my need and I drove in even faster and harder. My hands squeezed her hips and I had a fleeting worry that I would leave bruises, but it was followed by a wave of possession at the thought of marking her, branding her as mine. “Oh fuck, yeah,” I groaned.
My spine began to tingle and it spread down to my cock, the tell-tale sign that I was right on the precipice. I slipped a hand between us and used two fingers to pinch Madison’s clit. We reached the peak together and I came with a shout as I emptied everything I had into Madison.
“Holy shit,” I wheezed when I was finally able to draw oxygen into my lungs again.
“Amazing,” Madison sighed. I couldn’t help chuckle when I looked down to see her head lolled to the side and her eyes closed. She was sprawled out, her body languid like a limp noodle.
Then my attitude turned serious as I inspected her face when I asked, “Are you okay? I was pretty rough.”
Her eyelids fluttered open and though they looked heavy, the chocolate orbs were bright with satisfaction. “It was hot as hell, Ethan. And, if I ever recover from being fucked into oblivion, I want to do it all over again.”
I laughed and hugged her close before rolling to my back so she rested on top of me, still intimately joined. “I think I can make that happen.” Madison hummed softly and I peeked down at her to see she’d fallen asleep.
I drifted off as well but woke several times in the night to reach for her. I ate her pussy, fucked her hard, and made slow love to her. In between, when we weren’t catching some rest, we talked about random things, getting to know each other without too much detail. I wanted to know everything about her but knew it was too soon to push her.
At near three in the morning, I was jarred from
the most realistic wet dream to find out that it wasn’t a dream at all. Madison was straddling me, those lips I was so obsessed with wrapped around my cock. I came so hard I almost blacked out.
After that, I gathered her into my embrace and we succumbed to exhaustion and deep sleep.
A few hours later, my mind began to clear as sleep ebbed and I stretched my body, surprised at the slight ache in my muscles. A grin spread across my face because it confirmed that last night hadn’t been a dream. I reached out beside me, eager to feel Madison’s naked body pressed to mine. When my hand encountered nothing but cool sheets, my eyes popped open and I jackknifed up into a sitting position.
“Madison?” I called as I climbed off the bed. Dread spread through me as I realized that her clothes were no longer strewn about my floor. She’d skipped out on me while I was sleeping? Anger began to fester as I stalked through my house, checking every room. Eventually I accepted the fact that she was gone and festering turned to a full on burn as I stared out the windows of my bedroom. Usually the idyllic view of the rolling ocean calmed me but at that moment, the only thing that would settle my nerves was having Madison in my arms.
I was going to find her and when I did, I was going to spank her ass for leaving like that. Sneaking off while I slept made our time together seem like a one-nightstand. My hands clenched into fists. If that’s what she thought, she was sorely mistaken.
It hit me then that I didn’t know her last name. I groaned, knowing that finding her was going to be difficult. Still, I was determined, and I had the money to hire the right people.
My alarm beeped, dragging me away from my contemplations. Fuck. I needed to get ready and head to the office. I had an appointment with a new client at nine. I was suddenly reminded of the bomb my partner had dropped on me the day before. I sighed and dragged my hands through my hair in frustration.
Then I hardened with resolve. I was going to get my ass to the office and figure out how to deal with that mess. Then I would make some calls and get started tracking Madison’s sexy little ass down.
Chapter Four
Madison
Leaving Ethan’s bed was harder than I’d thought it would be. I’d wanted to curl up against him and stay there until he woke up. I wasn’t sure about one-night stand etiquette, but another round would’ve been a great way to start the day. For a girl who’d never had a guy give her an orgasm before, I’d quickly become addicted to the way Ethan made me feel. But I’d reminded myself that what we had together was only for a night.
Since he was still sound asleep when I woke up, I took the opportunity to hightail it out of there without any of the awkward morning-after conversation I was desperate to avoid. I didn’t think I could handle it after everything he’d done to my body, and avoidance seemed like the best way to go.
I was a teacher and had the summer off, so there was no using work to distract me from my memories and thoughts about the night before. In order to ignore my regret for leaving him the way I had—along with a surprising amount of guilt over it, I ran around during the day to get things done before my appointment. But when I was minutes away from meeting the man who could change the course of my life by giving me the one thing I wanted more than anything, my best friend started to grill me about what I’d been up to the night before.
She’d tried to text and call me about a dozen times after I’d sent her my location, but my phone had been the last thing on my mind while I’d been in Ethan’s bed. I’d only sent her a brief reply this morning while I was on my way home, letting her know I’d tell her what happened when I saw her that evening. Melody was a nurse in Dr. Cole’s office. It was how she managed to finagle me an appointment with the renowned doctor. She was meeting me there to be my support system since I had no family.
I’d expected her to be more than a little bit curious when she finally got ahold of me, but I wasn’t anticipating outright shock or the odd look she gave me when I told her about my night.
“You had a one-night stand?” Melody shook her head like she couldn’t possibly imagine me confirming that it was true. “With the guy who lives at the address you sent me?”
“Yup.” I grinned, and her eyes grew wide.
She leaned towards me, her gaze darting around to make sure nobody was nearby. The she whispered, “Judging by the shit-eating grin on your face, can I at least assume it was good?”
“It was more than good. It was amazing. Fantastic. Incredible. Mind-blowing.”
“Stop.” Her ears turned bright red, like they usually did when her emotions were high. “You can’t tell me the specifics. At least not here.”
“But—”
“And maybe not ever,” she mumbled.
I pointed down at the questionnaire I was filling out. My medical records had already been transferred over from my gynecologist, but it didn’t include the same level of details as what I was answering now. “It’s not like anyone reading my responses on here won’t know every tiny detail about my sexual history anyway.”
Her eyes went even wider than before and all the color left her face. “Oh shit! You’re right.” She ripped the clipboard out of my hands. “Don’t answer anything else.”
“What? Why not? When we talked last week, you said that Dr. Cole is super picky about which patients he takes and that he asks for a ridiculous level of information to help him make a decision.” I tried to yank the packet away from her, but she refused to let go. “You specifically warned me not to let a little embarrassment get in the way because he’s one of the top reproductive endocrinologists in the country. With a program that offers a money-back guarantee! And now you’re telling me that I should skip a bunch of the required questions on his survey? Because why?”
She heaved a deep sigh, bit her bottom lip, and looked at me with an apology clear in her eyes. “You’re not going to—”
She broke off mid-sentence, jerking up in her chair when one of her co-workers walked over and asked, “Is Miss Carlyle almost done with her paperwork?” Her gaze darted down to the clipboard in Melody’s hand. “She’s his last patient and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Dr. Cole has been in one heck of a mood today.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Melody groaned, pressing the clipboard against her chest. “Give us a few more minutes, and she’ll be ready to go in.”
The woman didn’t look happy about the wait, but she walked over to another desk, sat down, and started tapping away at the keyboard.
Melody leaned closer and whispered, “The guy you spent last night with; you didn’t get his last name?”
“No, it was strictly first names only.” I kept my voice low, too. It was one thing to jot down embarrassing answers on a questionnaire because it was medically necessary for the doctor to know all those details. It was entirely another thing to discuss my sex life with my best friend with the office staff listening in.
“And you snuck out while he was sleeping?”
“Yes, I already told you that part,” I snapped. “Now hand over that paperwork so I can finish it before your co-worker decides that the easiest way to keep your boss happy is to skip over the patient who you somehow managed to barely squeeze into an already jam-packed schedule because you love me so much.”
“Just do me a favor and remember how much I love you.”
I gently pried the clipboard out of her grasp and gave her hand a light squeeze.
“And you’re sure you still want to keep your appointment with Dr. Cole? Even after last night?”
“Yes! Of course, I do.” Just like I’d already told her, my time with Ethan had been amazing. If I’d met him as little as a month earlier—and not in the way we had, as a bar hook-up—I might have given her a different answer. But my biological clock was ticking fast, and I didn’t want to lose this chance to get pregnant since Dr. Cole was my best bet of making it happen. “C’mon, Melody. Stop being so weird after you went to so much trouble to get me this appointment in the first place. You’re going to ruin my chances
with Dr. Cole!”
“That ship probably already sailed,” she sighed.
“What in the hell does that mean?”
She didn’t get the chance to explain because her co-worker stomped over to us and snapped, “If she’s going in to see Dr. Cole, it has to be now, Melody. He kept the office open as a favor to you.” Her face had a sour look like she’d been sucking on lemons, clearly unhappy with the situation.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me about it later.” I jumped up and flashed my best friend an apologetic smile before I turned to her co-worker. “I’m ready to go.”
Melody groaned something about me being in for one hell of a surprise as we walked away. I didn’t understand what she meant until about five minutes later when I was settled in an office and the door opened after a swift knock. Although Melody had worked for this medical office for a few years, it was the first time I’d ever been there. I’d met a few of her co-workers when I’d met up with them for drinks, but never her boss since, from what Melody had told me, he didn’t really hang out with his staff.
But the man who walked into the room was no stranger to me. After last night, he was the exact opposite. And suddenly, Melody’s weird reaction to my story made sense—she must have recognized the address I’d sent her. That’s why she’d tried to contact me so many times last night; she’d been trying to stop me from sleeping with the doctor I was hoping would get me pregnant with the baby I so desperately wanted.
“Ethan?”
Chapter Five
Ethan
I opened my office door with my head down, still reading through my next patient’s chart.
“Ethan?”
My head flew up at the sound of the familiar voice and my eyes locked with gorgeous brown ones that I’d seen filled with hunger and fire the night before. Madison stared at me, open-mouthed, and her cheeks flushed.
My first reaction was pleasure at seeing her again, but then I remembered why I’d been acting like an asshole all day. Irritation quickly spread through my body. Then…I remembered what I do for a living and why Madison would be waiting for me in my office.
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