Secret Desires

by Fields, Cat

  “Why don’t you sit a little closer?” he said, patting the space next to him.

  It was as though they were two teenagers, courting for the first time. Neither knew what to say, or do, or if they should even be there.

  Ada slid across the sofa until their knees were touching. He smiled, and put an arm around her shoulder, squeezing gently.

  Ada looked into his eyes, a blush creeping up her neck. Their eyes met. Both were breathing very fast in anticipation of things to come. The mere thought of touching him sent shivers through her body.

  “I think … I think-” Ada couldn’t bring herself to confess her attraction to him.

  Doctor Whitaker raised his free hand and ran his fingertips along Ada’s face, studying the curve of her jaw-line.

  “You are very beautiful, Adelaide,” he said softly, his warm breath cascading over her face.

  Ada gulped, unable to speak. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

  His fingertips trailed over her skin, as light as a feather, as they tickled along her neck. Ada closed her eyes and sighed, submerged in the sensation of bliss that ran through her body.

  He cupped her chin, and Ada opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. His eyes were periwinkle blue, and Ada could see the entire galaxy within them. She couldn’t look away. Doctor Whitaker tilted Ada’s head upward so her throat was exposed. She wouldn’t be surprised if he could see her pulse throbbing from excitement. Doctor Whitaker lowered his head, but he didn’t kiss her on the mouth. No, he kissed her somewhere better.

  His lips brushed her throat lightly, sending arousal rocketing through Ada’s body. She’d never felt anything like it. Ada gripped the leg of Doctor Whitaker’s pants, her knuckles turning white. A small moan escaped her mouth, and she felt him smile against her neck.

  Doctor Whitaker pressed his whole body to her, burying his face into the curve of her neck. She felt his chest heave and the simultaneous brush of his eyelashes, soft and delicate. It was erotic torture.

  Ada held him tightly, raising one hand to the back of his head to stroke his hair. Doctor Whitaker pulled away from her neck, a dark purple bruise forming on her nape. His eyes darted between hers as things unspoken were shared between them. Doctor Whitaker lowered his lips and, finally, secured them around Ada’s. Their mouths opened and they shared breaths before their tongues met.

  He gripped Ada’s hips, curving his palms over the points of her pelvic bone and pulling her closer.

  The touch of his mouth, his hands, derailed most of Ada’s words. She stuttered when she tried to speak.

  "I've - Doctor Whitaker … Do you think we should-”

  Before she could finish her question, Doctor Whitaker's mouth closed over hers, jolting her with a raw, urgent kiss. He sucked on her top lip, his tongue sliding across it before darting into her mouth again. As Ada met his kiss, arousal spread through her body and between her legs.

  As Doctor Whitaker pulled back from her mouth to breathe, his arms wrapping around her waist to hug her to him.

  Her arms tightened around his shoulders, clutching at him, a warm thrill rushing through her with the realization that he wanted her-needed her.

  Her fingers closed around a fistful of his hair, arching her neck and pulling his head low. She held him there until his lips, his tongue, pressed against her skin.

  After a minute, Doctor Whitaker pulled away, flushed and breathless.

  “Ada,” he breathed. The sound of her name on his lips was bliss. “Maybe we should stop.”

  Ada began to undo the buttons of her blouse, ignoring what he had said.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he said. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  “You’re not,” she reassured. “I want this. I want it more than anything.”

  “Oh, God,” he groaned, leaning to her and burying his face in her neck once more, kissing her pulse-point. Her breathing skipped as his fingers curled around the hem of her blouse.

  “You have no idea,” Ada breathed, “how much … how long-”

  “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,” Doctor Whitaker confessed, helping Ada unbutton her blouse. She wriggled free of it, throwing it across the room. He looked at Ada in her bra and skirt, wild lust in his eyes.

  Frantically, Doctor Whitaker planted fast, hot kisses over her stomach, before dipping his tongue between her breasts.

  Ada wrapped her arms around him, bringing his mouth to hers once more. Her hips pushed against him, and she felt the warmth of his erection through his trousers. This seemed to spur him on, and before she knew it they were lying on the couch, Doctor Whitaker on top of her.

  "Oh, God, Doctor." Her hands slid down his back and clutched his ass, pulling him flush against her. She had her legs wrapped around his thighs so their bodies could be as close as possible.

  Doctor Whitaker groaned softly, his mouth opening against her cheekbone, just beside her ear. He pushed her hair away from her face, and breathing quickly he whispered, “I need you.”

  Pleasure flared in her belly as his erection pressed against her aching mound, and she curled one leg around his hip, pulling his body closer.

  Doctor Whitaker’s warm hand travelled down Ada’s thigh, reaching the hem of her skirt. He pushed it up, and found her panties, which were soaking wet with arousal. She felt him smile against her mouth, pleased with the effect he had over her.

  He pulled back the elastic of her panties, sliding his large hand inside her underwear. He was warm against her skin, and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

  "Yes," she whispered, her hands curling into fists, as his middle finger slid between her legs and touched her, lightly and slowly. "Yes."

  Ada shut her eyes, and her voice trembled when she started to speak. "Doctor Whitaker, I ca-"

  "Don't say you can't," he said, dropping a kiss into the curve of her neck and slipping his finger inside her.

  Ada moaned softly, reaching behind him and splaying her hand over the small of his back. She pressed, her arm straining, until his hips surged forward and his erection rubbed against her.

  "Doctor Whitaker. God, I want to-I want-"

  Ada felt the throbbing of his erection against her thigh. She reached down, searching for the button to his pants. She found it, and unfastened it.

  Doctor Whitaker shuddered, exhaling with a quiet groan.

  Ada felt his silky boxers, and it didn’t take long for her to free his erection through the fabric. She tugged at his trousers until his erection was free. She stared at it. It was magnificent. Larger than she’d ever had, and thick too. She saw it throb with desire, a drop of liquid on the tip. He was ready to burst for her.

  Ada's breath stalled as he pressed the tip of his cock gently against her moist panties. She reached down and pulled them to one side, exposing her wet, pink, womanhood. There was no time to undress properly. She wanted him here and now.

  Anticipation swelled in her chest, and she braced her hands on the sofa, already rocking backwards with the hope of feeling him against her.

  Her eyes focused on Doctor Whitaker's face when his hips pressed forward, his bulbous tip slipping between her folds.

  Heat surged off his skin like a solar flare, and Ada pushed against him, wanting more.

  His hand closed around her hip, and the head of his cock burned against her. She noticed Doctor Whitaker's expression was tender, before he pulled her body towards him and slid smoothly, completely inside her.

  Before she closed her eyes, Ada watched a wave of pleasure wash over Doctor Whitaker's face. His eyes closed as his mouth opened. His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat as he uttered a long, stuttering groan. She grinded her pelvis against him, her ears filled with his moans as he filled her.

  Doctor Whitaker leaned forward, wrapping his arm around her waist. He held her so tightly that Ada wondered if he feared an escape. He pushed deeply into her, rocking with a slow lullaby rhythm. He paused at the end of each stroke, his whole erection insi
de her, and pressed soft kisses over her face. She could feel everything.

  Doctor Whitaker drew shallow, quiet breaths. Ada’s fingertips slid against his face, following the lines of his eyebrows, his lips, and trailed down his chest. Ada wanted to feel Doctor Whitaker's warmth, the texture of his skin, the fine hair on the nape of his neck. She thread several fingers through his hair as her heart thundered under him. His free cupped her breasts, squeezing gently before playing with her nipples.

  As his knuckles dragged across her hips, she watched their bodies moving together. The sight of the two of them, made Ada's heart feel enormous in her chest. She felt taken with love for him, a breath blustering out of her so strongly that she realized she had forgotten to breathe.

  “Ada,” he groaned, taking her mouth in a deep kiss.

  “Doctor,” she moaned, the pleasure rippling through her body.

  Doctor Whitaker touched Ada’s sensitive clit, rubbing in time with his slow, steady thrusts. He pushed all the way inside her, and his body jerked, a muffled groan vibrating against her skin. He applied more pressure to her clit, more speed.

  Doctor Whitaker secured his hold on her and moved within her faster, and a little harder. She felt surrounded by him, aware of the press of his body against her back, his forearm across her stomach, his mouth against her shoulder. He dropped kiss after kiss, pushing hard.

  Ada shut her eyes, meeting his thrusts, a flush of heat spreading from her cheeks to her breasts. The burn between her legs compressed, and she stuttered his name between moans. She was so close. Ada was about to explode from the pleasure he gave her.

  He urged her on between fast, heavy breaths, dropping his voice and whispering close to her ear. "That's it. That's it." A kiss landed on the side of her neck. "Come on, sweetheart, that's it."

  Ada heard the echo of his voice as she came, the hot pressure between her legs flooding outward. Bright, tingling sparks fired into her belly, down her legs. Her knees locked, muscles tightened. She felt her hands shaking, as she tightened like a vice around him.

  Doctor Whitaker followed her his thrust losing their rhythm.

  "Oh, God, Ada," he shuddered, his head tipping back, his eyes closing tightly. "Ada. Oh."

  Ada focused on his face as he came, groping for his hand. She frantically interlaced their fingers, her breath hitching when he squeezed her hand. She returned his squeeze, pressing their joined hands between her breasts until he collapsed onto her.

  They lay, entwined for what felt like hours. Neither bothered to move. They simply lay in each other’s arms until their ragged breaths had slowed.

  Ada had expected to feel guilty, or even ashamed of what they had done. After all, she had slept with her superior. But she didn’t feel any of that.

  The only feeling was one of complete bliss, as though it was meant to be, and always had been. She could tell Doctor Whitaker felt the same way too from the way he brushed her hair from her eyes, and kissed her nose. He wasn’t like other men. He didn’t get up, clean himself off, and rush home. No, he stayed with her all night, and the following morning, kissing her every chance he got. It was as though he’d finally acquired the thing he desired more, and never wanted to let it go.

  And he never did. From that moment on Nurse Ada Walker and Doctor John Whitaker were almost inseparable.

  It was only six months later when he asked her to live with him, to which she agreed to happily.

  A year down the track, Doctor Whitaker presented Ada with a diamond ring. After another six months she was forever known as Nurse Ada Whitaker.

  The Secret Millionaire

  By Cat Fields

  As a detective, Georgia prided herself on her ability to dig up dirt and information on almost anyone. She found it hard to believe, however, that something as trivial as a secret admirer could slip past her watchful eyes.

  Every morning a single rose lay on her desk at work. This had started over a month ago. Furious with the secret rose-giver, Georgia threw each and every one into the trashcan. The other women in the office sighed longingly every time they saw the beautiful red rose upon Georgia’s desk.

  “I wish I had a secret admirer,” they said every day.

  “She’s probably sending them to herself,” muttered a rather shrewd middle-aged co-worker.

  “She’s never had a boyfriend,” said another.

  “I have no time for silly games,” Georgia told her partner, Officer Jack Barnes. “Why can’t this secret admirer get the hint?”

  Jack shrugged, plucking a rose from the trashcan. “They are obviously trying to catch your attention.”

  “Well they’ve got my attention, and I want it to stop.”

  “Want me to keep an eye out for the culprit? I’ll be in early tomorrow morning,” asked Officer Jack.

  “Please,” said Georgia. “I’m getting sick of finding roses here every morning.”

  Truthfully, Georgia wasn’t interested in any other man apart from Jack. She’d harboured feelings for her colleague ever since they’d met in college. Of course, Georgia would never tell Jack of her affections for him. He was far too good for her; ruggedly handsome, and tall. He was everything a woman wanted, and most of the women in the department had a crush on him.

  Georgia, on the other hand, was plain in her own opinion. Everything about her was average, or ordinary. She was of average height with medium brown hair, and was a healthy weight. It wasn’t all bad, really, but Georgia often felt as though she was lacking something. And that something was Jack.

  She’d considered making a move numerous times; at office Christmas parties, during missions, or when she visited his house. They were best friends and spent a lot of time together, in and out of the office, but Georgia had never been able to pluck up the courage to tell Jack how she really felt.

  ~

  Georgia left work that night confident that she would not find a rose on her desk the next morning. Officer Barnes always kept good on his word. She was right, however, in one respect. Upon entering the office, Jack cornered her.

  “Um, your admirer didn’t leave a rose this morning.”

  “Thank goodness,” said Georgia. “Did you stop them? Who was it?”

  Jack shook his head. “They must have snuck in whilst I was in a meeting with the boss.”

  “But you said they didn’t leave a rose?” asked Georgia, confused.

  “They didn’t,” he said. “Go and see for yourself.”

  Dreading what she might find, Georgia hurried to her desk and was horrified to find two-dozen roses covering her entire work surface.

  “Oh for goodness sake,” she said angrily, bundling them up and carrying them to the window.

  “Aw, Georgia, they’re so pretty. Must you throw them away?” said a female co-worker.

  “I’m not interested in flowers,” said Georgia. “Obviously this admirer doesn’t know me at all.”

  And with that she threw every single flower out of the window, and into the dumpster three stories below.

  “Not impressed, huh?” said Jack, leaning against the windowsill, a smug smirk on his face. It seemed to please him to see her throw out the affections of another.

  “I’m going to come in early tomorrow to try and catch him,” she said. “I’ll give him a piece of my mind. Perhaps I can have him arrested for stalking-”

  “Or bribery,” Jack added, jest in his tone.

  Georgia did as she said, and arrived at the office at six o’clock in the morning the next day. She was the only one there, of course, and found no gift on her desk. She considered hiding and surprising the culprit, but no one came.

  Slightly crestfallen that she hadn’t discovered who the admirer was, Georgia began work. Jack arrived at nine o’clock, a smile on his face.

  “So, did you catch them?” he asked, sitting on the edge of Georgia’s cluttered desk. “Judging by your expression, I’d say not.”

  “No,” said Georgia. “Perhaps he finally got the hint.”

  “Or
she,” Jack teased.

  “Please,” she rolled her eyes. “I can tell it’s a man. These thoughtless gifts are typical of any male. What use a re flowers? They’re good for nothing.”

  “Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” asked Jack, a slight crease in his brow.

  At that moment Georgia’s desk phone rang, the caller ID showed that it was the front desk reception calling. Picking up the receiver and putting it to her ear, Georgia said; “Officer Holmes speaking.”

  “Hello Officer, I’ve had a packaged delivered for you.”

  “A package?” asked Georgia. “Who is it from?”

  “It doesn’t say,” said the receptionist, whose name was Sarah. “Do you want me to get Nate to run a scan on it, to make sure there’s nothing dangerous inside? Or perhaps a fingerprint analysis?”

  Georgia considered this for a moment. “No, there’s no point, Sarah. Too many people would have handled it, yourself included. I’ll come and get it.”

  Georgia hung up the receiver and sighed, dreading what she would find at reception. Who had sent her a package with no return address? Anything she ordered online was sent to her home address.

  “What was that about?” asked Jack, attaching his gun to his holster.

  “I’ve got a package at the front desk,” said Georgia. “Oh, God, I hope it isn’t some ridiculous gift.”

  “You know what I think?” said Jack. “I reckon you like the attention.”

  Georgia ignored Jack’s remark. “I guess I’ll have to see what it is.”

  “Great, you can grab it on the way downstairs. We’ve had a call from downtown about a suspicious house fire. They want us to go down right away.”

  Georgia nodded, grabbing her keys. “Let’s go.”

  The package at the front desk was much smaller than Georgia had imagined. It fit into the palm of her hand.

  “What is it?” asked Jack, as they walked to the car.

  Once she was in the passenger seat, Georgia unwrapped the package to find a small jewellery box. She groaned at the sight of it.