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Playing with Her Doctors

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by S. E. Law




  Playing With Her Doctors

  S.E. Law

  Copyright © 2019 by S.E. Law

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  Contents

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  About This Book

  1. Bethany

  2. Bethany

  3. Bethany

  4. Ryder

  5. Ryder

  6. Ranger

  7. Bethany

  8. Bethany

  9. Ranger

  10. Ryder

  11. Bethany

  12. Ranger

  13. Bethany

  14. Bethany

  15. Ryder

  16. Bethany

  17. Ranger

  18. Bethany

  19. Ranger

  20. Bethany

  21. Bethany

  22. Ranger

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Sneak Peek: About Last Night

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  About This Book

  Getting pregnant? A big deal. Getting pregnant by your handsome, hands-on personal physician? An even bigger deal. And don’t forget, he has a business partner who loves being in on the action as well.

  I’ve put off seeing a doctor for a long time, so when I finally work up the nerve, I decide to go for the best. Doctors Ryder Stephenson and Ranger Stevens have a very exclusive practice on Park Avenue. They’re two incredibly gorgeous, rich as all hell plastic surgeons with one helluva magic touch.

  Except, my consultation goes off the rails.

  My physicians are completely irresistible, and the temperature in the exam room heats up until it’s near sizzling. We’re damn near breaking the law.

  But you know what I really want?

  A baby.

  … And the doctors are only too happy to oblige. They tell me to come back for another consultation … and another … and another … until soon, I’m a mommy-to-be.

  Yeah, whoops. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

  But now, I want it all, and the gorgeous, huge, growly physicians won’t stop until I’m mommy to a dozen of their children.

  We’re off the reservation with crazy, over-the-top insta-love with two gorgeous, hot-as-hell doctors who know how to use their stethoscopes. Not responsible for thermometers that break. Reader beware.

  As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

  1

  Bethany

  I look at myself critically in the mirror, turning this way and that. Hmm, not too bad. Ever since giving birth two years ago, things have pretty much gone back into place. Not totally back in place, mind you. Not like how movie stars always seem to be in pre-baby form within two months of delivery.

  Overall though, I look okay. My tummy has a tiny bit of pooch, my ass is bigger than it used to be, and there are some silvery stretch marks here and there, but I like it. Frankly, being bigger is my style – the girls who have sticks for arms and legs have always freaked me out a little. Do they ever get blown over by a gust of wind? Or what if a friendly dog comes snuffling up? Do they get knocked over onto their behinds by the wag of a tail?

  Then I frown because on my last date, Rob was complaining. Rob isn’t my boyfriend or anything. He’s a man that I met on DatingTime, an online dating service I signed up for. To be honest, he seemed like the only normal guy on the entire site. Everyone else was a hundred years old, and I even suspect that some of the men who contacted me were transgender. Nothing against transgender people, but if you’re a guy wearing obvious false lashes and lipstick, I’m not sure if I’m the right woman for you.

  But anyways, Rob and I have been out a few times. It’s been okay. We do the usual things like meet up at coffee shops and have dinner together. Last night, he invited me over for dinner at his apartment, and I knew what to expect. There’s only one reason why a man cooks when he barely knows you, and in this case, I was prepared.

  Before the date, I carefully showered and shaved myself in all the important places. I styled my hair, making sure my brown curls looked bouncy and full, and not like a rat’s nest. Plus, I even put some make-up on: coral lipstick and a matching blush highlighted my cheeks, with a smidge of liner and mascara to hopefully give my eyes that winsome Bambi look.

  Everything went according to plan. The babysitter arrived on time to look after my son Danny, and I showed up at Rob’s doorstep with a bottle of wine in hand. He looked more dashing than normal. His brown hair was styled to the side, and he wore black jeans and a button-down. On our previous dates, he was usually dressed in a t-shirt, which I guess is okay since we always met in casual settings.

  “How are you, darlin’?” he asked.

  I smiled and stepped inside his apartment.

  “Good, thanks. You?”

  Rob said something in return and we moved further into the living room. I looked around. It was homey and comfortable. Here in New York City, most people don’t have a lot of space, and Rob’s apartment probably wasn’t more than eight hundred square feet. But he’d done it up nicely. His furniture looked relatively new, and there were some photographs on the wall. He’d also taken pains to put out some crackers and cheese on the sideboard, which I appreciated.

  “Can I offer you some wine?” he asked.

  I shook my head.

  “No, not for me,” I said with a smile. “I’m still breastfeeding, if you can believe it. My son Danny is two, but he still likes his mother’s milk.”

  Rob turned beet red, and even broke out in a sweat.

  “Oh of course,” he stammered. “I forgot that your son is still breastfeeding. No worries, is water okay?” he asked, moving towards the kitchen.

  “Perfect,” I called after him. “And if you have sparkling water, that would be absolutely delightful.”

  I stared at my date a bit because under the harsh fluorescent lights of the kitchen, he was definitely sweating a little. There was a shiny gleam on his chin and forehead, almost like he was a pimply teenager. But it’s okay. Some guys are just awkward even when they’re thirty-five, and Rob seemed to fall into that category.

  “Here you go,” he said, coming back with a glass. “Hopefully Perrier works for you.”

  I took a sip. Mmmm, the sparkling water was delicious, hitting the back of my throat and making my nose feel a little fuzzy.

  “Perfect,” I said with a smile. Rob nodded happily, a little like a golden retriever eager to please, and gestured towards the small dining table positioned in a nook next to the kitchen.

  “Take a seat, Bethany,” he said with a smile. “I’ll have the pasta out in a minute.”

  As I walked over to the dining area, my date strolled over to the stove and lifted a pot to let out a warm waft of steam. Mmm, the simmering smell of tomato sauce made my stomach growl audibly, and I laughed.

  “You’re really talented at cooking.”

  Rob chuckled good-naturedly, putting on an apron over his clothes. He looked a little comical because the apron was red and white checked, with frills on the edges, but then again, who was I to say anything? This man was making me dinner, and if he wanted to wear a clown suit while doing so, I’d happily agree.

  The rest of dinner was fine
. I ate a plate of slightly over-cooked spaghetti, as well as some veggies which had no seasoning. I know that some folks are really into health and wellness, but I need my baked veggies with a tiny dash of salt. Unfortunately, Rob is into this no-salt thing, and so there was none on hand.

  “You don’t have some in your cupboard?” I asked, curiously. “Not even a tiny bit?”

  Rob shook his head proudly.

  “Nope, none at all. I’ve banished it in my cooking because salt puts your kidneys through a lot,” he said in a serious voice. “I’ve been reading a lot on Gwyneth Paltrow’s site Goop, and she says that she doesn’t eat anything with salt anymore. She’s amazing,” he continues, as if the actress is the next Gandhi.

  I try to keep from laughing. If I followed Goop’s advice, I’d be an avowed vegan, and also putting those marble vaginal eggs into my pussy for “enhanced female well-being.” Weren’t they sued over false claims relating to those eggs, or something like that? Well, it isn’t my business. I merely nodded again.

  “Thank you for dinner,” I said, putting down my fork. “This was delicious.

  Rob jerked a bit, as if realizing we were now onto Scene Two of our date. He leapt up, whipped off the apron, and then turned down the lights to create a romantic atmosphere. Light jazz sounded through the speakers, and I smiled to myself. This man definitely wanted to get down to business.

  To tell you the truth, I was okay with that. As a single mom, I don’t have a lot of time to get out. My baby keeps me so busy that I barely have any time to myself. Only recently had I started dating again, and now, I’m much more goal-oriented. If a guy wants to go to home base immediately, I’m okay with that, so long as he’s reasonable-looking and mentally sane. After all, I only have the babysitter until ten p.m., so there’s no time to dilly-dally.

  Sometimes I feel a little sad it’s like this. Before I had Danny, dating used to be such a production. I’d ponder what to wear for hours, and often agonized about my hair, make-up and jewelry. But now, my son is often clinging to my leg as I get ready to go out, so I’m able to do everything within ten minutes. I’ve become an expert at applying make-up and styling hair while also fishing out Danny’s toy from under the couch, or cleaning up his spilled milk with one hand while putting on mascara with the other.

  Now, as Rob made his move, I forced myself not to laugh. He kind of waltzed over to me in time to the jazz music, and took my hand before pulling me up from the chair.

  “A beautiful woman on a beautiful night,” he sang, staring deep into my eyes. Again, it took a bit of effort not to laugh, but I managed to hold the giggles in. Evidently, he believed that in order to seduce a woman, he had to act like an over-the-top Casanova, what with kissing my hand while swaying in time to the beat.

  But I let him take the lead. I haven’t been laid since before Danny was born. His dad and I broke up when we found out I was pregnant, and it wasn’t an easy pregnancy. The whole thing is an ugly story and I wish it had turned out otherwise, but let’s just say I’m better off without that loser, even if we did conceive the love of my life.

  Anyways, back to Rob. He pulled me over to the couch while shooting coy looks over one shoulder. Then he pulled me down and descended on my face like a ravenous bear. Really, it was animal-like, and not Romeo-like. He pressed sloppy wet kisses all over my cheeks, my ear, my jaw, and my nose before finally hitting my mouth. Then, the man gave me what he probably thought was the equivalent of a French kiss, but instead his tongue felt like a slimy, thick slug in my mouth. Eeek.

  But I managed to accept his caresses with a modicum of grace. I even played along, throwing out a couple moans and tossing my head as if I loved having saliva slobbered all over my cheeks. Rob took that as encouragement, and went at it even harder, moving down so that he could bite at my breast through my blouse.

  “Ouch!” I cried out. Immediately, his dark head popped up, his bangs now hanging floppily in his face.

  “Oh shit, are you okay?” he asked. “I didn’t mean it! I swear! You’re not going to report me for domestic abuse or anything are you?”

  I managed a tight smile in the dim light.

  “No, it’s okay,” I said, stroking back his hair with one hand. “No domestic abuse charges. Just keep it a little more gentle, okay? It’s fine.”

  He trembled a little, with a sheen of tears in his eyes. Uh oh. Was this guy going to cry on me? But Rob took a deep, trembling breath and bent his head once more to press kisses to my cleavage. His lips were slightly cold, and I could feel his heartrate going crazy as he attempted to seduce me.

  Things went on like this for a while more before Rob re-gained his confidence, got up, and led me by the hand into his bedroom.

  “Are you ready?” he asked in a low, throaty voice while wiggling his eyebrows.

  I looked inside his bedroom and almost laughed. He had two lava lamps going, one orange and one green, which cast a ghostly glow over his bedroom furniture. Even more, he was sleeping on a mattress on the floor as if he were a broke college student instead of a thirty-five year old man.

  “Why don’t you have a bed?” I asked, stopping momentarily at the door. Rob could sense the hesitation in my movements and immediately began apologizing.

  “Well, when my last roommate moved out, he took my bed with him. Isn’t that crazy? That guy was nuts, but I didn’t want to fight it because I was just so happy to get rid of him. So I got this mattress from Craigslist in a jiffy, and then I kept sleeping on it because you know, I have a bad back, and sleeping directly on the floor is good for your back. It’s really great if you have spinal problems,” he added quickly. “Do you have spinal problems, by any chance?”

  I shook my head, a little perturbed. To be honest, I’m not the pickiest girl right now, but still, a mattress on the floor was going all the way back to my student days when even the tiniest thing like a bed was a luxury.

  “Um, no I think my back is feeling okay,” I said hesitantly with my voice trailing off.

  “Perfect!” exclaimed Rob, dropping my hand and going over to sit on the mattress, bouncing up and down a bit. He looked ridiculous, to tell you the truth. He was a grown man of thirty-five with lava lamps in his bedroom, and a puppy dog attitude that made me want to cringe and laugh at the same time.

  But again, I only have my babysitter until ten, and Rob was decent-looking and probably not a criminal. If it was going to be on a mattress on the floor, then so be it. Gingerly, I started taking off my clothes.

  “Oooh baby,” Rob crooned while staring at me from the mattress. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Smiling at him wryly, I managed to get my blouse off, and then my jeans, so that I was wearing only a tiny pair of panties and a sheer, demi-bra. “You like?” I asked playfully, jigging my tits a bit.

  Rob was practically drooling, and with fumbling hands, he managed to undo his fly and take out his pecker. I stopped short right there because while I’m not a round-heeled girl, I’ve seen my share of peckers, and Rob’s was definitely on the petite side. He was probably only four inches long, and as thick as my index and middle-finger combined.

  Thoughts of leaving ran through my mind. I’d make an excuse. Danny was feeling ill. I got my period, right this second. Or suddenly, my friend was having an emergency and I had to go to her bedside. Anything.

  But then Rob turned big Bambi eyes on me.

  “Come on, sit on it,” he cooed, one hand going up and down his length. “You can do it, Bethany.”

  That’s the thing. I wasn’t sure if I could do it because he was just so small. What pleasure was I going to get from this experience? But then Rob closed his eyes, and jerked a bit, a tiny spurt of cum erupting from the tip of his penis. Oh my god, he’d just come from seeing me in my panties and bra. Clearly, he thought I was his chance to get laid by a hot MILF.

  Gingerly, I moved towards him, standing so that I faced him with both my feet on either side of his thighs.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked
.

  Rob’s only reply was another moan, and by god, but his penis jerked and ejaculated again. With a sigh, I pulled the crotch of my panties to the side, and began lowering myself. I squatted uncomfortably before him until the tip of his dick just brushed against my pussy lips.

  “Wait wait, we need a condom!” he squealed. That was true. I was on the pill, but additional protection is always good. He scrabbled in a drawer and managed to sheath himself in plastic somewhat awkwardly. His tiny penis quivered below my thighs, waiting to impale me.

  “Go on,” he breathed, leaning back and looking at me with worshipful eyes.

  I sighed a bit, but then pulled my panties to the side once more and began lowering myself onto his shaft. It was underwhelming, to say the least. It was like sitting on a pencil, or the tiniest dildo in your collection. Or imagine a teen-size tampon. That’s what was going into me.

  I smiled tightly and slowly pulled up before sliding my hips down again. I half expected Rob to ejaculate fully right then and there, but instead his eyes popped open and he stared at me in the dark.

  “I don’t feel anything,” he said in a confused voice.

  What? How could that be? I’d felt it go in, and while he certainly didn’t have the biggest cock, he was definitely in there.

  “What do you mean?” I asked while pulling up and sliding down again. Yes, this was definitely sex. We were going through the motions.

 

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