by Kelly Alexis
Several times, he had whipped around, expecting to see her. His silly heart sped up, and even his hopeful cock twitched in anticipation. But it was never her.
Adam had even tried dating. He'd gone out to dinner with a couple of women, with disappointing results. Neither of them made his heart thump or his dick stand up and pay attention. He returned home to his luxury condo near the medical campus alone and frustrated.
He flipped through the letters on his desk, discarded most into the recycle bin and added the others to a neat pile on the left corner. He always kept his desk organized and orderly. He added a couple of medical journals to the recycle bin and turned back to his unanswered emails. Automatically, he picked up his cell phone and checked to see if he had any missed calls.
For the first couple of weeks, he had waited for Whitney to call. Every time his cell phone rang and there was no name in the caller ID, his breath would catch in anticipation. After all, she knew his first and last names, and she had known he was a doctor. She'd never explained how she knew that, which kind of pissed him off, but that meant she probably could find him, if she wanted to.
Maybe she had decided that being a sub or a Domme was not a good fit for her, and that it would be a deal breaker for their long-term relationship. Or perhaps, it had been just a wild and crazy weekend for her. She might have a boyfriend or even a husband, and Breathless had been her little secret escape. Again, he felt that ache in his chest. Maybe he should get an echocardiogram. EKGs didn't always find everything, and he'd never had these pains before. Shit, he was becoming a hypochondriac.
"Excuse me, Doctor King?" the tall, thin redheaded admin assistant said as she entered his office. In her arms was another pile of reports.
Adam looked up and smiled. "Oh, hi, Tracy. I didn't hear you come in."
"Sorry. Here are more reports for your review. They're from last week's Geneva conference. I don't know why they weren't emailed. Do you want me to leave them on your desk?"
Adam looked at his desk he'd just cleaned off. Sure. Put them right here." He indicated an empty spot on the right corner. "Thanks."
She set them in a single stack, being careful to keep them neat. She knew he demanded perfection, and she didn't want to upset him. She started to leave but stopped in the doorway. "Dr. King?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, I never asked you. How was your weekend at that resort?" Her head tilted to one side as she waited for his answer.
Adam glanced down at his desk and thought for a moment. He never shared personal information with any of his staff, so telling her anything close to the truth was out of the question. Besides, he didn't think she'd understand his curiosity about being a dominant. And she'd never believe his adventure in being a sub. "It's a beautiful place, just above Aspen, in the Rocky Mountains. The food was delicious and the rooms were…" His mind drifted to the Master Suite and Whitney's naked body lying on the bed, her skin pink from the hot tub, waiting for him to join her. "The rooms were very comfortable."
"Was your class interesting?"
His grin was bittersweet. "I learned a lot more than I expected."
"I'm glad to hear that." She smiled. "It's just, well, never mind, you're busy." She started to leave.
"Wait, Tracy. Just what?"
She stood in the doorway, unable to make eye contact with him. She took a deep breath to draw in courage. "You seem different."
"Different? Sit down, please." He calmly motioned for her to sit in the chair across the desk from him.
Tracy walked back toward him and sat down, clearly regretting speaking up.
"So, how am I different?"
"I shouldn't have said anything. That was rude or, at least, presumptuous of me."
"No, really. It's fine. Please tell me. I'm kind of wondering the same thing. I'm too close to me to figure it out."
She nodded and laughed. "Well, and this really isn't my place to say anything, but everyone sort of knew, uh, well, sir, everyone sort of knew you went to meet with a personal coach and well, your coach was—"
"Just say it, Tracy, I can take it." He interrupted, wondering what she had heard.
She adjusted her position in the chair before finishing. "Everyone thinks your coach was pretty effective."
Adam smiled and nodded. "Tell me why you think that. I mean, from your point of view." He was genuinely interested in her feedback. He couldn't remember a time when he had asked her opinion or cared about it. But the new Adam King wanted to know how she felt.
She forced herself to meet his gaze. "Ever since you came back, you haven't had me stay late, I mean, until you're ready to leave. It's nice to get home and eat dinner before midnight."
"I bet Brock is glad to see you earlier, too," he commented.
"Brock? My son?" She seemed shocked.
Adam nodded. "Yes. Isn't that his name?"
"Uh, yes, it is. I just didn't realize you knew that, Doctor."
Adam smiled again. "And I regret that, Tracy. I just got so wrapped up in my job, this place." He motioned to indicate the whole huge campus of the hospital and university. He then pointed to himself with both hands. "And in me."
"You have an important job, Doctor."
"Yes, I do. But I need to put it into perspective." He leaned forward in his chair and rested his arms on his desk. "So how is Brock's science fair project coming?"
Again, she looked at him with surprise. "Science fair project?" She sat amazed for a full moment. "Good, I think. He's working on developing a non-invasive respiratory monitoring approach to medical care. I think I got the name right, but I know I can't help him with that sort of thing. He lost me, years ago."
"He sounds like a very bright kid."
"Thanks. I think he got his brains from his father."
"Don't underplay your contribution. You've done a great job with him. I know a little bit about that subject. Tell him if he needs anything to call me. Any time, evenings, weekends. You've got my cell number. Okay?"
She smiled and nodded. Her expression was still a little dazed. "That's very generous, Doctor. I will." She started to leave the office when she turned around again. "See, that's what I was talking about. Before your weekend, you wouldn't have asked about my son or offered to help him. I really appreciate that." She turned and left the office quickly and with an unusual bounce in her step.
He leaned forward and picked up the top report off the new stack and began to read through the document. It was probably a conference he should have attended, but he'd been distracted. Distracted by a phantom, a mythical creature. Fuck, he'd found his unicorn, and he'd let her get away.
Not that he'd had much choice in the matter. It had been her show from the moment he woke up on Sunday morning, his arms and legs shackled.
He shook his head and turned his focus back to the printed words on the page in front of him. He picked up a yellow highlighter and marked a few comments as he flipped through the report. He tossed the finished document into his file basket and picked up the next one. He was halfway through it when he heard the door close. Thinking Tracy had returned, he called out while he kept reading.
"Did you forget something?"
When she didn't answer, he looked up. "Did you need…" His voice trailed off.
Whitney smiled slightly as she leaned against the closed door. She reached behind her and turned the lock. She looked just as he remembered. Her light brown hair, streaked with gold, framed her face. It was lightly tousled from the wind. The sea blue eyes studied him curiously—and he thought a little nervously.
Her shapely body that he knew so well was covered in a fitted stylish black pencil skirt and a low cut white blouse with the top two buttons unbuttoned. Those red stilettos hugged her feet at the end of long, bare legs. Diamond studs sparkled in her earlobes, but there was no sign of a ring on any of her fingers.
Her name tag, identifying her as Dr. Whitney Grant from the Galveston branch of Dillon Medical Center hung from her belt, and she carried a brief
case.
"Your assistant told me I needed an appointment," Whitney said.
"Most of my visitors do."
"I can come back tomorrow, if you prefer."
Oh, God, he wasn't going to let her get away again. At least not until he had some sort of closure. "Actually, I was just thinking about you." He leaned back in his chair and tried to appear nonchalant. Inside, his heart was racing, and his cock was jumping up and down in delight.
"Really?" Her eyebrows arched, and she took a few steps toward his desk.
"Actually, Whitney, that's a lie. I've been thinking about you ever since you left me in the Master Suite."
"Really?" she repeated. She now stood less than a foot away from the front of his desk. Her expression had relaxed, and she was smiling.
"Absolutely. You left kind of abruptly."
"I'm a pediatrician, and one of my patients went into early labor. I'm sorry, but I had to get to the hospital quickly."
As a doctor, he totally understood that. As her lover, he expected an explanation and a proper goodbye. "We had some unfinished business."
"I couldn't agree more." In one bold move, she swept all of his neatly stacked piles of mail, magazines, and reports off the desk. His file boxes tumbled to the floor, completely throwing his paperwork into disarray.
He should have been upset, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was about to pinch himself to make sure this wasn't all his imagination. He'd read articles about people who had psychotic incidents when they wanted something so badly that they thought it appeared. Sort of like a mirage in the desert.
Whitney plopped her briefcase on top of the now empty surface of the desk. She snapped the locks and opened it, positioning it so he couldn't see what was inside.
"I got this package in the mail yesterday from Blake," she said as she held up one of the nipple clamps, dropped that and picked up the leather whip and lashed it against her open palm.
His dick reacted immediately, filling the space in the crotch of his slacks and pushing against the zipper. "Why would he send you that?" he asked, amazed that his voice could sound so calm when his guts were spinning.
"The note he sent said that they always give the toys to the occupants of the Master Suite." She slapped the soft leather straps against her leg. "He said I could use them however I wanted." She put the strands against her nose and breathed deeply. "I can still smell your cock."
Holy shit! He thought he was going to explode, but he calmly responded, "Did they include the vibrator?"
She dropped the whip back in the case and held up the vibrator. "They sure did." She turned it on, and the hum sounded really loud in the quiet office.
Adam squirmed on his chair. He had no idea what she was going to do. But he didn't want her to stop.
Whitney turned off the vibrator and put it back, then she took out the red silk scarf he had used to blindfold her. She grasped the ends and snapped it between her outstretched arms.
Adam's eyes blinked at the muffled snap.
"I wasn't finished. It's still my turn." she commanded. "Hold out your hands."
The buzzer on his intercom startled them both. Adam punched the button and spoke into the speaker. "Yes?"
"I heard a crash. Is everything okay in there?" Tracy asked.
"Everything's fine. You can go home now." Adam's gaze was locked to Whitney's.
"Are you sure?" Tracy seemed hesitant.
"I'm positive. I'm going to be tied up the rest of the day." He grinned.
"Okay. Goodnight."
"Night, Tracy." He clicked the button, shutting off the speaker.
Whitney waited patiently, the scarf outstretched. He had no idea what she had on her mind, but he was ready for whatever she chose. He stood and walked around in front of the desk. Obediently, he held out his hands.
"I need to know," he said as she tied the scarf around his wrists. "Did we really meet before Breathless?"
"The company Halloween Party? Zorro? We danced?" She tried to prompt his memory. "We went to the break-out room and had sex on a table?"
"Little Bo Peep! That was you?" He felt an unusual heat rise to his cheeks, and he knew he was blushing. Adam King never blushed.
She jerked his shirt open, sending the buttons flying. She traced the very faint W that was still visible on his chest as the hair grew back. "That was me."
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I'd had too much to drink, and you know what that does to me—"
She pressed her fingertips against his lips. "It won't happen again, will it?"
He grinned and sucked her fingers into his mouth before letting them go and answering, "It might. But it will always be with you."
With her other hand, she unzipped his pants. His excited cock jumped out and filled her hand. "I was afraid you'd already forgotten me."
He looped his bound hands over her head and pulled her closer. "My love, I promise I will never forget you." He kissed her soundly. "Because I'm never going to let you go."
Master Suite End.
Kelly Alexis
Kelly Alexis is a husband and wife team who have written more than forty books under different pseudonyms and won numerous awards for their work. Their series, Breathless, is set at an exclusive resort deep in the heart of the spectacular Colorado Rockies Mountains near Aspen. Most of their earlier novels were romances, but they are enjoying the new venture into erotic romances. What makes them more fun? The research, of course!
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