by Jenna Tyler
“Again with the sweet words, Mr. Chambers. I like it.”
Rocking up onto my tiptoes, I kiss his stubble-free cheek, one hand on his shoulder for a little support. Slowly, I ease back down and drag my hand down his chest. I get to his abs and give a little push. Easing my hand down further, it meets my target…his cock. Turning my hand around so that my fingers are pointing downwards, I press a little firmer as I let my hand travel down his shaft. He growls when I make the descent. My voice is a little shaky when I say, “I really think you should take care of that before you head off to work.” I end with a gentle cupping of his balls.
Peering up at him, I see the intensity in his eyes grow. He swiftly bends down and grabs the back of my thighs, lifting them to wrap around his waist. Walking us over to the door, he smashes me up against it, kissing me fiercely. I break away from his assault, trying to catch my breath from this surprise attack. He moves his mouth to continue on my neck.
“I can't be late for work, Drew.”
“We can continue in the car,” he snarls. “I'm taking you to work today.”
“What?” I ask, a little shocked. “But I might want to drive to go to lunch.”
“I am taking you to lunch today.” The way he said it, there was no room for negotiation. Fine with me. It's not like I had plans.
“Okay. Let's go.” He grabs his laptop and his bag of clothes.
Oh, yeah.
“By the way, how did you get your suit and stuff here?”
We head out the door. I lock up as he answers my question, “My house manager packed me a bag, and my driver brought it over early this morning. I didn't want to wake you.”
Taking my hand, he walks briskly to the elevators. Once we're in the lobby, he's bolting for the limo, dragging me with him like a ragdoll. “You're taking me to work in a limo? How obnoxious is that?”
He ushers me into the car and waits for his driver to take his seat. “14th and Davis, Benjamin,” Drew says in a commanding tone. How did he know what building I was working at? Never mind. It's Drew, my hot ass stalker.
“Yes, sir.”
Drew promptly hits the button to raise the partition between us and Benjamin, and the car starts moving.
“We don't have a lot of time,” he says, unbuttoning his trousers. His cock springs free and I can see the very tip is glistening with pre-cum already.
“So eager, Mr. Chambers?” I murmur. Unable to move my eyes away, I bite my lower lip and shimmy out of my scrub bottoms and panties. Moving to climb into his lap, he grabs me by my hips and holds my pussy just over his cock. My clit begins to swell with the torture and I'm dripping wet.
“For you? Always.” Drew reaches down, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing our juices together, making us slippery and hungry for each other. My moan comes out sounding painful. He takes the hand from my hip and grips the back of my head and brings my face down to kiss him, while I still hover over him, straddling him. I can feel the heat emanating between our naked bits.
“Drew…” I pant and he swiftly places himself at my entrance, easing the tip inside me. Not being able to take it anymore, I lower myself onto him, fully taking him in. We moan in unison. Being physically connected to him feels like it’s where I'm meant to be.
Thirteen
Barely arriving at the building in time for me to get up to my office, Benjamin opens the door for me just as I'm fixing my scrub bottoms. I give Drew a kiss and rush out of the car so I won't be late. He yells after me, “I'll text you with lunch plans!”
Turning around to see him leaning halfway out of the car with a gigantic smile makes me smile, too. I wave to him and whip back around just before plowing into a wall. Giggling to myself, I take a quick peek to see if Drew caught that. I see him pulling away with the window down, laughing. I'm such a klutz.
Checking myself in the reflection of the elevator, not caring who was in there with me, I touch up my hair and straighten my scrubs. This is not a great first impression. I am usually at least ten minutes early and never disheveled or out of breath so this is a first for me, but well worth it.
Meeting the entire staff and getting the tour of the clinic didn't take much time. Not really needing to know where all the clinical stuff goes, I stuck to just what I needed to know for now. The nurse showing me around has been here since Dr. Thompson opened his practice. She's probably about my age or maybe a little bit older.
“Well, Ms. Michaels, this is it. It's not much, but we all love it here. Dr. Thompson is a great boss and a great doctor. My name is Hillary. If you need anything, just holler.”
“Thank you, Hillary. Please, call me Becca. I hate formalities,” I say. “I know we met briefly before, but you are in charge of the clinical part of the staff, correct?”
“Correct. We will be working hand-in-hand,” she says.
“Well, I guess that makes you my new best friend, Hillary.” We both laugh. “We should do lunch one day so we can get better acquainted.”
“I'd like that. We also do a staff lunch every other week to discuss concerns, share ideas, stuff like that. Usually, it's just personal chit chat because everyone is so great here. It's really a great team of people.”
“Interesting. It almost sounds...”
“Too good to be true?” she interrupts. “I know. We hear that a lot.” She giggles and I smile. Something about this conversation seems a little...off. “I've got to go make sure everything is ready for our first patients. The office is waiting for you.” She points back up to the front. “Let me know if you need help with anything.”
“Thanks again, Hillary.”
“Sure thing,” she says and is already on her way, readying everything for the day.
Making my way back up to my desk, I just stand and look at everything for a brief moment, assessing my surroundings and taking little mental notes here and there. Seeing a big no-no already, I ask the girl who works in the office with me, “Lizzy, are these filing cabinets always unlocked overnight?”
Cute little Lizzy, who can't be more than twenty-three, turns in her chair to look at me, then at the filing cabinets containing patient records. Her eyes widen and then look back to me. “Umm, no, ma'am. I must have forgotten to lock them last night,” her voice is a little shaky.
I smile at her to help ease her fears. “It's okay, Lizzy. Just please try to remember from now on. And you can call me Becca. I'm not an evil supervisor, but I do try to abide by all regulations. You can never be too careful. I'm here to help, not hinder.” Her face visibly relaxes. “I know you've been doing a lot in here by yourself and can't be on top of everything all the time. We are going to be a great team in here. Now, what do you need me to help with before I start doing mundane things?”
She hands me a stack of patient charts that need to have the insurance companies called for verification while she is setting up new patient charts. Looks like it's back to basics for me. I'm glad to have work to do. This will definitely help keep my mind off of Drew.
Sitting at my desk, I shift some things around so I feel more comfortable. My desk is pretty bare. Bringing some pictures in of Charlie and maybe a small plant...a fake one that I don't have to take care of…will brighten it up. I'm no green thumb, that's for sure. Pulling my cell phone out of my purse, I throw my purse in a drawer and check my phone. There's a missed call from Charlie and a text from Drew.
Quickly shooting a text to Charlie, I let her know that I will call her after work. Clicking to see Drew's text, I can't help but smile.
Drew: Nice recovery. I'm so glad you didn't smash your face into that wall.
I know I'm going to hear about this for a while.
Me: I'm rolling my eyes at you.
Smiling at my phone, I make sure it's on silent and shove it aside.
Opening the first file in front of me, I find the information I need to call the insurance company. Just as I am about to pick up the handset, Dr. Thompson walks in. “Good morning, Rebecca. Busy already?”
The name Rebecca makes me automatically think of Drew. Glancing down at the files and then back up to him, I say, “Yes. I'm going to help Lizzy get caught up and then I can tackle my normal duties.”
“Sounds great. I can't wait to get this place back to normal.”
“I will do my best, sir.”
“That's what I like to hear. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to come to me. I have an open door policy,” he says, turning to walk out of my office. He stops in the doorway and looks back to me. “Glad to have you on board, Rebecca.”
“Please, call me Becca,” I try to get out before he walks away.
He shouts back as he's walking down the hallway, “Okay, Becca!” He really does seem nice. Everyone does. It's weird. Maybe once I'm here for a while, the cattiness and BS will rear its ugly head. I just don't see it being this nice all the time with a bunch of women working here. It just doesn't normally happen.
Getting back to the files, I start making the calls and jotting down the information needed. Time passes by quickly when you are busy. It is nearing lunch time and I can't wait to see Drew.
Glancing over at my phone, I have the urge to see if he's texted me our lunch plans. Pressing the HOME button, I see there is a text, but it's from Charlie. A pang of sadness moves through me, but only briefly. I know he is a very busy businessman. Still can't help but feel that little pang in my chest. He'll text, right?
I checked Charlie's text and she just wished me good luck and said she would talk to me later.
Hopping back on the phone, I try to knock out the rest of the files before lunch. As I'm finishing up the next to last file, I check my phone again. There’s a text.
Drew: Look up.
I look up at the ceiling and promptly hear a snicker coming from the doorway.
A bolt of electricity shoots through me when I hear it. My eyes drift down to the door and see him standing there. Drew, leaning up against the door frame in all his beautiful glory, is grinning from ear to gorgeous ear.
“How did you…?”
“The girl at the window let me back here. Are you ready to go to lunch?” he asks and comes towards my desk. He places his hands on my desk and leans down closer to me. “I've missed you.”
My heart has been hijacked by this man. “Sure. Why didn't you text me sooner? I could've been downstairs waiting for you.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, consider me surprised,” I say, smiling. Gathering my purse from the drawer and grabbing my cell phone, I rise from my chair and he offers me his hand. The warmth and familiarity I feel when we touch is still overwhelming, even after touching him all day yesterday.
Fingers intertwined, I pull him to me and, reaching up on my tiptoes, I kiss him briefly on the lips, and then move to whisper in his ear, “I missed you, too.”
Drew wraps an arm around my shoulder and we head out for lunch. I call over my shoulder, “Lizzy, I'll be back in an hour.” When we approach the door, I look back to make sure she heard me and find her staring in our direction, her mouth hanging wide open. “Lizzy?” She breaks from her trance and, with pink cheeks, nods that she heard me. It makes me giggle.
“What's so funny?” Drew asks.
“The jaw-dropping, dumbfounded stupor you put women into. It's quite something.”
“It's a gift,” he says with a chuckle.
“You ain't kidding.” Waving a hand back and forth, up and down in front of him. “All of this is a true gift and you know how to work it.”
A toothy grin takes root on his lovely face. “Do I now?”
“Oh, you do. And I like the way you work it. It works for me.” I wrap an arm around his waist as we head downstairs and through the lobby. We definitely look like a couple very much in love…big grins, holding each other tight, stars in our eyes.
Outside I see the limo and Benjamin, ready and waiting. “Where are we going?” I ask after ducking into the car.
“Just a little place I know. Then I'm going to fuck you before we go back to work.”
I raise my eyebrow. “Is that so? What do you take me for, Mr. Chambers?”
“I will take you for about ten minutes. This time. Tonight will be much longer. Trust me on that.”
“I guess that explains the limo for lunch,” I mumble. He winks at me and then the car is in motion. I had forgotten about Benjamin. I wonder what he heard or thinks about what he heard. Suddenly, I blush.
Drew sees my cheeks pinken and looks in the direction my eyes are fixed on…the back of Benjamin's head. “Don't worry about him, baby.”
“I'm not worried, just a little embarrassed.”
“Don't be. We are just being ourselves. Our very sexual selves.” His words ease me, but not as much as his touch does. He reaches for my hand and brings it up to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on the back of it just like he did on our first date. Was it really only two days ago? It feels like weeks ago, maybe even months.
Before we know it, the car comes to a stop alongside a curb. Drew opens his door and gets out, then waits for me to scoot over and take the hand that he's offered. When I'm out of the car and onto the sidewalk, I look at the place we are in front of. The deli. The first place I saw this man was right here in this deli.
Drew looks down at me, trying to read my expression. “Why the deli?” I question him, but I don’t give him a chance to answer. I reach up, grab his face, and place a kiss on those ever-so-perfect lips. “It's where I saw you for the first time.”
“I know. That's why I brought you here. Maybe this time you can finish your sandwich,” he says with a silly smirk. “But I wouldn't bet on it,” he finishes, chuckling at himself. He puts a hand at the small of my back and we move to go inside the deli.
We place our orders and the table I sat at on my last visit is available so I gravitate towards it. Besides, it's in the back where it's a little quieter. Drew and I both start unwrapping our sandwiches. He swiftly takes a bite of his while I wait so I can ask him a question. “How did you know this was the first place I saw you?”
He finishes chewing and wipes his lips with a napkin. “Just a guess based on your reaction of me at the time. You were flustered.” I blush. Let's not get flustered again, Bec. “Was it not your first time?”
“It was, but I don't know how you could tell. I could've seen you from a distance before and just got frazzled because you were in close proximity...or something,” I say, not wanting him to be right.
“True. And it was not my first time seeing you. I saw you for the first time earlier that day, when you were going in to the bookstore.” He grins and takes another bite of his sandwich.
“Is that when your stalking tendencies kicked in?” I joke. I finally take a bite of my sandwich.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, it is,” he says with food still in his mouth, ending with a close-lipped smile.
I take a sip of my soda and narrow my eyes at him, then shake my head. “You are crazy, you know that?”
“Crazy? About you, maybe, but not clinical crazy.”
“One might beg to differ,” I tease.
Drew and I finish up lunch fairly quickly, only making small talk between our bites. We mostly talk about how I am liking my job so far. I haven't really been there long enough to not like it.
I excuse myself to go to the restroom while he cleans up the table and disposes of our trash.
Looking fairly decent after a half-day’s work and a romp in the limo, I decide to rinse my mouth out the best I can. I'm glad I opted out of getting onions on my sandwich today. That would be a very hard smell and taste to get rid of. Thinking I'm about as good as I'm going to get, I start to make my way out of the bathroom, but I stop just before opening the door. Somebody has a bad habit of being outside of bathroom doors.
Gripping the handle and slightly opening the door, I peek out to see if he's there. No sign of him from what I can see. Fully opening the door, I step out and look into the deli area. I see him at our table
, waiting.
Walking up behind him, I place a hand on his back and start rubbing it. I lean down to whisper in his ear, “Are you ready to go?” Out of the corner of my eye, I see movement in his pants. I snicker. “I'll take that as a ‘yes’, Mr. Chambers?” He rises from his chair, buttons his suit jacket, and tries to adjust himself without anyone else noticing. Taking my hand, he walks briskly towards the door and waves at the owner or manager…I'm not sure which…of the deli.
Out on the sidewalk, he takes a glance at his watch, then looks down the block and spots the limo idling next to the curb. He then looks at the building it is parked in front of and grins a very wicked, lusty grin. With a firm hold on my hand, he pulls me in the direction of the limo. Good thing I'm not in heels or I might be eating concrete right about now.
We slow down when we near the limo, and Benjamin pops out and rushes over to open the door, but Drew waves him off. “We'll be right back, Ben,” he says, turning to the doors of the building instead. I'm not sure what building this is, but it's quite lovely on the inside. We are walking swiftly through the lobby and, from a slight distance, I hear, “Good afternoon, Mr. Chambers.” Drew lifts an arm, his hurried way of a hello.
“Drew, where are we going?”
“Up to my room. We have a little extra time and I didn't want to fuck you in the limo again.”
I think I may have just wet myself. I really don't know how he does it, but just the way he says things makes me want to rip my clothes off, wherever we are, and take him. My clit is aching for his touch. “How far up do we have to go?” I rush out as we approach the elevators, letting him know that I'm ready.
“All the way.” Oh, god. That's going to be a long elevator ride. The need for him to be inside me is building uncontrollably. I might just blow before we get there.
The elevator finally shows up, as well as another couple. This must be a hotel. I really haven't been paying attention to my surroundings. Now the ride up will be torturous. I just want to get there already. I don't think I've ever been this wound up for sex before. It's becoming excruciating.