Doctor's Orders, Sweetheart

by C. M. Steele

  "Hello, Dr. James,” I snidely say, carrying the tray to the counter. As I make my way, he steps up and takes it from me.

  "It's Carter, Carly,” he whispers, setting it on the counter. His athletic frame moves smoothly closer to me like a tiger stalking his prey, staring at me with a cocky smirk. My heart’s racing which infuriates me even more. How dare he come here. "I know your name. I'm just wondering what you're doing here."

  “I came to get more scones. They were delicious.” God, I must be crazy or just really need to get off because it sounded like he wasn’t talking about scones.

  “Did you share or eat them all yourself?” I ask, wondering if he gave them to his groupies at the hospital.

  “He doesn’t seem like he eats goodies, Carly,” Amelia remarks and I want to kick her ass for looking at him. I throw a fierce scowl her way. She tosses her hands up and goes back to putting away the cupcakes.

  He smiles at me then says, “Not normally, but these were the best treat ever.”

  “You drove all the way here for scones?” I snipe. My brain is completely confused. I want him to stay and go. It’s truly infuriating the way he seems pleased with himself for making the journey. “Well, we’re all out. Sorry. Is there something else I can get you?”

  “How about you bring them Sunday?”

  “I will. How many do you want?” I ask, trying to maintain a level of indifference. He came here for treats to give his women. I’ve never seen him with anyone, but then again, at work he’s the consummate professional. Asshole.

  “A dozen just for me and another two for the hospital. Here’s my credit card, just bring it back then, sweetheart.” He winks after setting it down on the counter, then waves at Amelia before walking out. I’m so stunned that I’m at a loss for what just happened. He drove all this way for something and then left. What the fuck? He gave me his card. What the hell is he trying to prove? That he can buy his own treats? Did he not like looking like a mama’s boy?

  “Damn, I thought he was going to kiss you.”

  “What? The man thinks I’m incompetent.”

  “Whoa, girl, please. He didn’t drive all the way from Houston to stop for two minutes. He asked where you were and said his nosy mother had been in here.”

  “Whatever, there’s plenty of work to do.”

  Chapter 4

  Carter

  It’s Sunday and I’m waiting for her to come in. I’m snapping at everyone in my way because I’m in a constant state of sexual frustration. I want to hold Carly and tell her that I want her to have my babies. She fucks up my sense of right and wrong. I ache to take her hard and fast in my office and fill her up. Or fuck, the nearest bed will do.

  I’m officially nuts when it comes to her. I play back my behavior when I went into her shop. What the fuck did I do? I feel like a total asshole. Instead of trying to talk to her, convince her to want me, I made a fool of myself. I never stammer over my words with anyone I speak with.

  For six months, I’ve been watching her, loving the way she smiles and laughs. She gives joy to everyone around her. Damn, she’s so perfect for me, and I want her for myself.

  I really hadn’t planned on buying any of her goodies for the hospital. Selfishly, I don’t want to share Carly’s treats with anyone. They should all be for me. Fuck, that mouth of hers belongs to me as well. I might lose control and kiss her today, I need to be careful and wait until she begs for it. It’s not that I want her to take the lead, but I could lose my job if I don’t. I want her affection, but all I do is make her mad.

  It’s time for her to come in and when she does, I go to my office like I’ve forgotten she was coming. As the director of the children’s wing, I have my own for meetings and the like. All directors in the building do, but the rest of the doctors use a large office on each floor. I wrap myself up in my work, hoping that I make it through the day without acting like an ass.

  About ten minutes after her arrival, she knocks on my open office door.

  “Dr. James, I’m here with your treats.” I can’t stand because my dick is instantly hard. Her long blonde hair is in a braid that she has thrown over her right shoulder. She’s in her typical bright colors because one of the kids here for the foreseeable future loves it. If I get up, she’ll see how pleased I am to see her. Fuck, I’m ready to bend her over my desk and rut my kids into her. Her top is tight enough to hug her large tits but still appropriate to be around small kids. She’s a true ray of sunshine and I want to kiss the fuck out of her and take in all her light. Damn, the woman makes me feel poetic. I haven’t written a poem since I was in eighth grade and I had to.

  I can only manage a grunt, before saying, “Leave them on the table.” She sets them on the small round table we use for meetings and a new picture plays in my mind. I could see her splayed out on her back with my face between her thighs having my own treat. Fuck, I wonder if she’s as sweet as she looks.

  “Fine. Here’s your card and receipt,” she says, dropping them on my desk, then spinning on her heels and leaving my office, slamming the door. Damn it, I bang my head on my desk onto an open Physician’s Desk Reference, softening the blow. I want to kick my own ass. My stupid cock can’t handle being around her. It’s a big reason why I only steal short moments in her presence.

  As soon as my dick calms down, I walk out of my office, taking the boxes with me. I don’t see her when I go into the breakroom, but I drop off the scones anyway. Then I head over to the children’s playroom. There she is, sitting on the floor with several kids, reading a story. I have to find a way to win her. Once I learn to stop being tense and overprotective around her, I can get her to see the real me.

  Ivy calls me into the ER where they need a pediatric physician. I head down regretting I didn’t get to apologize. I spend the next four hours in the ER and once I get back she’s gone for the day and won’t return until next week. I look at my schedule and see that I’m off next Sunday, but by the end of the day, I’ve switched schedules and now I’m off on Friday instead. This way I can see my woman again. I plan to stop by her shop on Friday and ask her out.

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  Friday comes, but my mom needs me to fix a few things around the house. After I’m done, I drive to the bakery. The other girl is there. She tells me Carly’s changed the day she goes to the hospital. I think my heart fucking just broke. I drive back to my condo and fall asleep. There’s nothing I can do, and since I promised to rearrange my schedule, I won’t be seeing her. Maybe it’s what I need.

  Chapter 5

  Carly

  I haven’t seen Carter in two weeks. The little boy, Simon, had to change his therapy times, so I did the same thing. I had no idea that meant I wouldn’t see Carter. I missed him more than humanly possible. My heart hurts, but he made it clear that Amelia’s claims were way off base. He hasn’t shown up since and it feels God-awful.

  It’s Friday and several kids are playing so I join them. I’ve been visiting for about an hour when Carter comes running into the room. “Carly, you’re not supposed to be in here. Out now,” he barks out. I look at him like he’s fucking crazy. I stand and get in his face.

  “What’s your problem?” I spit out through gritted teeth so the kids don’t hear me. They are playing with their toys and coloring, ignoring us.

  “You are fucking going to get sick,” he roars, grabbing me by my elbow and directing me to his office. It’s a little rough, but I want more of it. I bite back a moan. My panties are soaked.

  “What the hell do you care?” I challenge him. He’s been nothing but mean to me and now he’s essentially dragging me away from the only joy I get coming here. Closing his office door, his arms bracket me in, my back against the door.

  “What do I care? I worry about you all the God damn time. I do everything I can to make sure nothing happens to you and yet, you do your best to drive me insane,” he growls out, and before I know what’s happening, his mouth is on mine. I moan, my hands gripping his collar, pulling him down harder
. I try crawling up his body, throwing my legs around his waist. He cups my ass and drags his cock along the edge of my pussy. I clench every time his ridge rubs my clit. I’m so glad I wore a skirt today. It’s warm enough for it and a part of me hoped he’d be here.

  “I can’t stop thinking about you, Carly.”

  “I’ve missed you, Carter,” I pant between kisses. I need more. I crave more.

  “I’m off for the rest of the day. Let’s go now because I have to be back tomorrow.” I agree and follow along. I can’t believe what we’re about to do, but if he’d stripped me bare in his office, I would have given it up to him. We take his SUV to his condo. The entire drive he’s holding my hand, placing tiny kisses on it as we make our way through the busy streets.

  We pull into an underground parking lot and he pulls into a personalized spot next to the elevators. “Wait here,” he orders before hopping out. He rushes around, opens the door, pulling me into his arms and carrying me out.

  “I can walk.”

  “I know, but I’ve longed for this. I need to care for you, sweetheart.” He slams his mouth on mine. I don’t see a thing because we can’t stop kissing during the elevator ride and into his place. He carries me into the bedroom and I’m on the verge of coming on the spot. At twenty-one, I’m no innocent girl, but I’ve never gone all the way with anyone. Carter is all man and I know he’ll give me all I need.

  “You’re going to come hard and fast for me. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream again.” He grabs the hem of my top, lifting it over my head. He flings it behind him, biting his lip and staring at my breasts. I’m so glad I wore the sexiest bra I own.

  “Damn, I’m going to do what I can to hold on, but you’ve got me so hard.” He grabs the bra and literally rips it off me. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he says after I gasp. He pushes me onto the bed, then bends down to slip off my heels before pulling down my skirt. I squeal and giggle as his mouth kisses my inner thigh. His stubble rubs along my skin, and I want more. My hands clench the sheets as he presses his face into my covered pussy. The feel of his warm breath sends shivers down my body. He growls, tearing my panties completely off, then slams his tongue into my core. I’m spread out on the bed with my legs on either side of his face. Every ounce of pleasure simmers inside me and I know I’m about to come for him.

  “Mine,” he grunts against my pussy. He looks at me, then softly bites my clit. I explode. He slides his shirt off revealing a killer set of abs and my pussy clenches again. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re pussy tastes so damn sweet.” He drops back down on his knees while working his pants off and his mouth hits my clit again. I’m on the verge of coming a second time. I need to feel him inside me.

  “I need you, Carter. Please fuck me,” I cry out, arching my back off the bed as he hits my sweet spot. He bites my thigh before sliding into me. God, I’m being stretched to the max and then he freezes.

  He looks down at me, then takes my hands and lifts them above my head. “You’re all my mine. Relax, this will only hurt for a second.” I can’t because I need him to take me. In one long stroke, he takes my virginity. A tear escapes and he looks like I’ve stabbed him in the heart.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Carly,” he whispers, bending down and kissing it away. I fall into his kiss and my pussy tightens around his large cock. I love the way his strong body is holding mine down. “I need you to come for me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

  “Anything for you,” I moan, tugging my hands out of his. He smiles when I wrap one around his neck and into his hair.

  “Keep it up and you’ll be wrapped in these sheets forever,” he murmurs into my ear before rocking back and forth. His thick cock slides out and back in completely, slamming into my womb. I’m coming and let him know. My hands claw down his back with my hips thrusting up. “That’s it, Carly. Come for me.” He reaches between us and presses his thumb on my clit. I come harder and feel him join me.

  Chapter 6

  Carter

  I can’t believe this. In my bed, in my arms, is the only woman I want to be with. The one who hated me. I roll over and take her with me, keeping my dick deep inside her. I want every drop of cum to stay within her so my baby will grow in her womb.

  “What time do you have to go to work?” she asks.

  “Four am,” I mutter, rubbing her back. She attempts to sit up, but I hold her to me even though I’m no longer inside her. My cock stiffens every time she moves.

  “Perfect. I need to get to the bakery by six at the latest,” she says like there’s nothing going on but a casual hookup.

  “Carly, are you going to pretend this isn’t happening?”

  She looks down at me, “No, but I don’t understand it, Carter. You treat me like a child and yes, I’m a lot younger than you and I’m not a doctor, but I’m old enough to own a business.”

  “I don’t mean to. Hell, I’d never consider you like that at all. I find you to be the most beautiful, kind, and caring woman. I was just looking out for you.”

  “So, what was today about? You yelled at me.”

  “I panicked when I saw you there. They all have Influenza B. I don’t want you to get it.”

  “Oh, no one said anything. Okay, I get your concern, but you didn’t have to be so mean.”

  “Sweetheart, they weren’t supposed to let you in there. I need to write someone up. Whoever gave you clearance didn’t tell you it wasn’t safe. Which reminds me why did you change your schedule on me?”

  “I didn’t do it to avoid you. One of boys changed his time to come for treatments and I couldn’t break his heart by missing our visit.”

  “I guess I could forgive you for it, but if you came when you were supposed to come then you wouldn’t have been exposed to the kids with the flu.”

  “I never get sick, Carter. I’ll be fine.”

  “Don’t argue with me. I’m always going to worry about you. If something hurts you, then it destroys me,” I tell her, brushing my hands over her hair.

  “Then what happened in your office.” She stares at me and I see the hurt. “You didn’t care about my feelings then.”

  “Sweetheart, I was stiff as fuck and ready to pound you against my desk until you were screaming my name,” I admit, rubbing my hands over her back.

  “Like you are right now,” she purrs, straddling my thighs, and rocking back and forth taking my cock inside her. Her hands press onto my chest as she works her pussy on me. I help her get fully seated on my dick. “Round two,” she adds, rolling her hips, and the pleasure shoots through me. Her hair bounces in time with her perfect tits as she rides me. I reach up, playing with her hard peaks. I lean forward and suck on one then move to the other. Fuck, I nip and lick my way to her throat, then crush my mouth to hers. Our tongues and lips meet, brushing and tasting each other. I yearn for more of her. This is what I want for the rest of our lives.

  “Fuck, ride me, sweetheart.”

  The feel of being deep inside her is indescribable. Our bodies are meant to be together. I knew she was perfect for me from the first time we met. My hands roam over her bare flesh, feeling her body burn with desire. It doesn’t take long for our releases to hit and I’m filling her with my baby. I don’t want anything between us, ever.

  “You’re mine, Carly. Now rest.”

  “Bossy much?”

  “You better get used to it,” I warn, leaning up and sucking on her nipple, then letting it pop from my mouth. I rest back on the pillows, pulling her onto my chest.

  Chapter 7

  Carly

  I hate having to part ways, but we’ve both got shit to do. The bakery needs to be open and he’s got to treat some amazingly, special children. We say our goodbyes outside the hospital, kissing several times before finally pulling apart. He waits for me to drive away and through my rearview mirror, I see him go inside.

  I call Amelia as I get closer to the bakery; she’s probably about to head out as we speak. “Hey Carly, how’s it going?�
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  “I’m on my way to the shop early.”

  “Good, because I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I pull into the back and open the front door. I’m hit with an overwhelming feeling of anxiety. I have to say it must be what happened between Carter and me. He’s in my thoughts as I knead the dough for the croissants and we set up for the day. I receive a text from him about seven, but I can’t check it because my hands are filled with flour and dough. It takes another twenty minutes before I can look at them.

  Carter: I miss you, sweetheart.

  Carter: Hope you made it back safely.

  Carter: Come on, Carly. Please respond. You’re freaking me out.

  Me: I’m fine. Sorry, hands full of flour and in the middle of baking. Not trying to bake my phone with the bread.

  Carter: Sorry, scared me for a minute. A huge crash on the 40.

  Me: That’s terrible. I hope everyone will make it.

  Carter: So far so good. Only one child with minor injuries. Be safe, doctor’s orders.

  Me: Yes, sir. Get to work.

  I take the next tray into the storefront and there’s the jackass who’s been messing with Amelia. He just won’t take no for an answer. I have a gun in my drawer and I’ll shoot the fucker if necessary. I’m from Texas after all.