Make Me Love You: An Older Man Younger Woman Steamy Doctor Romance

by Adele Hart

  “What? Twenty-four hours?” Lila says. “That means I won’t see you again before I leave.”

  I told her to call me on my lunch break so I could let her know what happened with my boss. Once I got through the story, I filled her in on the bad news. “I know. I’m really sorry. If I could change it, I would.”

  “I know you would. I don’t mean to be a big baby about it. I just miss you so much already and it’s only been a few hours.”

  I sigh, feeling the full weight of her leaving. “Me, too.”

  “Why don’t I come by and meet you on your next break?” she asks, sounding sad.

  “I’d love that. Can you be here around nine tonight? I’ll have an hour.”

  “We’ll just have to make the most of that, won’t we?”

  The rest of the day drags even though we’re much busier than usual. I find myself checking the clock every ten minutes or so, waiting for my supper break, waiting for Lila to come walking through the doors again. Finally, we get a lull and the waiting room is empty. The nurses all go to the back to have a quick break while I stand in front of the reception desk, filling in some charts.

  Then I hear her voice behind me. “Is there a doctor around? I need to be examined right away.”

  I turn and smile, wrapping my arms around her even though I know I shouldn’t. I grin down at her. “Yes, Miss, I’m a doctor. What seems to be the trouble?”

  “It’s a little embarrassing, really.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to be embarrassed with me. Believe me, I’ve heard it all.”

  She gestures for me to lower my head so she can whisper. “I have this ache between my legs. It can only be cured by a big, thick cock.”

  “Oh, well, I happen to have one of those.” I give her a lingering kiss, then press my forehead to hers and murmur. “You’re so naughty, you’ve got me hard already.”

  “Is it your supper break yet?”

  “Not quite, but I’m definitely ready to eat.”

  I pull her to the first examining room and lock the door behind us. Laying her on the table, I slide her dress up and yank her panties off. Dropping to my knees, I thrust my tongue inside her tight warmth without any warning. Lila bucks her hips and spreads her legs for me, letting me go deep as I lick and suck on her wet pussy. She’s ready for me, and I’m ready to give it to her, but I’ll wait until she comes first.

  She moans and I stop for a second and whisper, “You’re going to have to be silent, or I can’t do this.”

  Lifting her head off the table, she nods. “I’ll try.”

  I give her a serious look until she rolls her eyes.

  “Hard. I’ll try very hard. I promise.”

  Kissing my way down her tummy, I get back to work, pleasing her with my tongue and my fingers. It doesn’t take long for her to come, throbbing and bucking while she bites her thumb to stop herself from crying out.

  I don’t wait long before I strip down and thrust my rock-hard cock into her drenched pussy. We both grunt, then grin at each other while we fuck. I have to move carefully so we don’t make any noise. I can just imagine how much shit I’d be in if we got caught.

  I grip her hips with both hands and push myself into her, then pull almost all the way out, over and over, each time with a little more force. I watch her beautiful face as she bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes. Nothing has ever felt better to me in my life than being between her thighs. I run one hand up over her curves, rubbing her breasts hidden from view by the fabric of her dress. Then, I skim her neck with my teeth and make my way to her mouth. I run one finger over her lips, then watch as she sucks it into her mouth, drawing it deep.

  The site of it is too much and my orgasm hits me hard and fast, causing me to pump my seed into her wet pussy in long bursts of hot liquid. Her muscles tighten around me and her body tenses as she starts to come again, sucking on my finger as she thrashes on the table.

  When it’s over, we’re both left panting as we recover. “Fifteen hours is too long to go without having you,” I say.

  “Agreed. How are we going to manage a few weeks apart?”

  “It’s going to be hard, but we’ll make it.” I lift her to sitting and hold her close so I can kiss her lips. “We’ll talk every day and before we know it, you’ll be back in my arms again.”

  “I hope so.” She says, her voice filled with emotion. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

  I clean her up with a cloth, then put her panties back on for her before I clean myself and get dressed. By the time we’re ready to get something to eat, a sad mood comes over both of us. We slowly make our way to the cafeteria and eat dinner, sitting side-by-side holding hands.

  “I’m coming back, Ben. I promise.”

  “If you start to have second thoughts about living here, I want you to be honest. I was serious when I said I’d go wherever you want.”

  “I want to be here. I’m not sure what kind of work I’ll do, but I’ll find something. Maybe with a local paper.”

  I smile and lean over to kiss her on the temple. “You’re the best. The fact that you’d give up everything to be with me means the world, Lila. I’ll never forget your sacrifice.”

  “Umm, I live in a shoebox in New York and work with people who don’t care if I live or die. It’s not much to give up.”

  We finish eating just as I’m paged to the ER. We stand and walk quickly together, not ready to say good-bye but unable to put it off any longer. I give her the longest kiss that I can afford before I have to hurry off to my next patient. When I turn back, I see her walking down the hall with her head down and it breaks my heart.

  “Hey,” I call to her. “I love you.”

  She turns and smiles. “I love you, too. Go save someone."

  Eleven

  Lila

  It’s been almost ten weeks since I’ve seen Ben. Spring has arrived in New York, which makes it much more enjoyable for me to lug all my boxes out onto the street to the waiting taxi van. Gina is with me to help. In exchange, she’ll be the recipient of all of my winter mitts, hats, and coats. She’s happy for me but we’re both sad that we won’t be able to see each other every day.

  “Well, you ready?” She asks.

  “I am. I think so.” I swallow hard. “Is this crazy?”

  Gina nods and grins at me. “Yes, but too much sanity’ll kill a girl.”

  The cab driver finishes loading the trunk and shuts the overhead door.

  “I guess this is it.” My stomach flutters.

  “Yup.”

  “I’ll see you in four months for the wedding.”

  “Yes, you will. Now, get going. You don’t want to miss your flight and keep that man of yours waiting even longer.” Her voice cracks and we both tear up and hug each other hard.

  As the cab pulls away, tears run down my cheeks. Other than Gina, I won’t have much to miss, but I really will miss her. And if I’m honest, I’m scared that Ben won’t feel the same way about me once I get there. Maybe when he sees me, he’ll realize I’m not that special and that he doesn’t want me anymore. The thought makes my stomach churn.

  A ping on my phone interrupts my worrying. I take it out of my coat pocket and see a text from Ben.

  Counting down the hours. I can hardly sit still.

  I text him back. Just in the cab on the way to the airport. If you’re planning on changing your mind, now’s the time to do it.

  Him: Never. Just get your sweet ass down here so I can show you how much I missed you.

  By the time the cab pulls up at the airport, I have a lot more spring in my step. The thought of Ben showing me how much he missed me keeps me smiling through check-in, the security line-up, waiting at the gate, and the long flight. While everyone else sleeps, I stare out the window, unable to calm down. I’m starting my new life today. With a doctor. A hot one. Who reads to me and sails a boat and loves me for me.

  Just before the plane lands, I go to the washroom and get cleaned up a bit. I brush my teeth and
put on some makeup and brush my hair. I want to be perfect when I see him.

  My heart pounds in my chest as I walk down the steps from the airplane and onto the tarmac. I look around at the waiting crowd, then see him. Dropping my bags, I run to Ben, and he hurries to me at the same time, swooping me up in the air and kissing me as he spins us in circles. It’s a movie-worthy kiss. One that we’ll both remember forever. One that is going to lead to something so much more. All my doubts are washed away by his kiss and by the way he holds me. When he puts me down, the look on his face says it all. Forever.

  Twelve

  Ben

  I hardly manage to drive back to the house without pulling over. We hold hands and I kiss her knuckles, then I reach down and run my hand up her thigh while I speed down the road, the urgency building inside me. When we get in the house, we frantically strip down as soon as the front door swings shut behind us. I lift Lila by her ass and push her up against the wall, thrusting myself inside her in one long, hard thrust. She soaks my hard cock as I pump myself into her over and over again. Her big, beautiful breasts bounce and rub against my chest as we move together. She squeezes my thick cock with her muscles, and she’s so tight, it’s incredible.

  I kiss her neck and suck on her earlobe, hoping to drive her wild and stay in control at the same time. I whisper in her ear, “I love you, Lila. Don’t ever leave again.”

  “I love you, too. I won’t ever leave.”

  Thrusting myself into her harder now, again and again, I wait for her to come undone. When she does, it’s with ragged breath and a raspy voice calling my name. Her entire body seems to squeeze me now, pulsing around me as she comes. I let go with her and push her up against the wall while I come in waves of pleasure.

  When it’s over, I carry her to my bed, getting ready for round two. I lay her on the bed, then run my hands all over her skin, relieved to be able to touch her again after so long. “I hope you ate on the plane because this is going to take all night.”

  She grins at me. “I had a protein bar before we landed.”

  It only takes me a few minutes of touching her and staring at her for me to get hard again. I cover her body with mine, then glide my way inside her. Flipping us over, I lay on my back and watch her as she rides me, her hips grinding into my lap, her hands moving from my chest to her sides, then up into her hair. She looks so carefree and wild, and she feels fucking amazing.

  And so this night becomes the first of our new life together, as my home becomes hers, as we prove to each other how strong our love is again and again. And it’s just like I told her it would be. We’ll be doing this for the next seventy years or so. Lila and me. Together forever.

  Epilogue

  Lila – Five Years Later

  “Okay, I’m out of here!” I call to my very nice boss, Kelley, at the newspaper. I work three mornings a week, on days when Ben is off work so he can be home with our boys. We have two little sweethearts: Josh, who is the most methodical three-year-old I’ve ever seen, and his little brother, Sean, our little hell-raiser who will turn two this Saturday.

  I grin as I step out into the sun and unlock my bicycle. I have the best commute ever—a wide, paved path that runs along the beach from town all the way to our house on the sea. And when I get home, I have the best place to live ever—right on the beach where we can watch our kids play in the surf. And when we get those kids to bed, I have the best husband ever—who makes love to me all night and keeps me laughing and smiling.

  I’m one lucky girl and I know it.

  As the house comes into sight, I see Ben on the front step with the boys. He’s blowing bubbles and the boys are chasing them and laughing like crazy. My heart swells at the scene before me. Ben spots me first and waves then tells the boys to look behind them. Their little faces light up and they run to me while I get off my bike and put the kickstand down.

  “Mom!” Josh shouts. “You’re home!”

  “You bet I am, buddy. How was your morning?”

  “Fun. Dad made pancakes.” He wraps his arms around my neck. “But I missed you.”

  “I missed you, too.” I plant a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek and watch as he wipes it off. Sean squirms his way in between us and Josh breaks away to run back to Ben. I pick up our little boy and bury my nose in his neck, making him squeal with laughter as I take in the musty scent of a boy who's been playing outside for hours.

  Ben strides over to us and walks my bike back to the house for me, but not before giving me a kiss. “How was work?”

  “Great. How was your morning?” I ask as Sean wiggles out of my arms to go chase a butterfly.

  “Tiring, but good. These two have a lot of energy.” He grins. “I’ll have to go into work for a rest.”

  “I know, right? There’s never a dull moment around here.”

  “No, there isn’t.” He parks my bike and takes me in his arms. “I say we get them some lunch so we can get on with naptime.”

  “Oh, I like the sound of that.” I smile, thinking about what the afternoon holds.

  As we corral the boys into the house, I can’t help but grin at what my life has become. It’s busy and full and wonderfully happy. And I know with Ben by my side, it always will be.

  Slow, Hard Puck Sneak Peek

  One

  Danika

  “I’ll be fine, Mom.” Fighting a big sigh, I try to hold my patience. I’m on a shuttle bus with the rest of the figure skating team and I speak quietly so the other teammates won’t hear. “See you in two weeks.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to come? I could change my flights and meet you there in a day or two. I’m sure my boss will give me the extra time off if you need me.”

  “I need to do this on my own. It’ll be all right, I promise. The whole team will be with me. Besides, I’m not a teenager anymore.”

  “But you’ll always be my baby, no matter how old you get.” Her voice goes up two octaves and I know her bottom lip is quivering. “I’m just so proud of you, Dani. I don’t want to miss a minute of your time in Korea.”

  I roll my eyes at my best friend and fellow figure skater, Tasha, who just got off a similar call with her mother. We’re on our way from the rink to the airport. Even though all of our parents dropped us off less than half an hour ago, we’re all getting the same call from panicky parents who want to change their plans and come now. Our coach, Pierre Rondeau made it very clear that no family members are to come until the start of the Winter Games. He needs us to concentrate on nutrition, discipline, and perfection for the next fourteen days. He needs us to get away from the tiger moms and the doting dads who think they know better than the coach himself. In my case, I hope that this will be the difference I need to finally achieve my life’s goal of being the best figure skater in the world. Every competition I come so close, but never make it onto the podium which is hugely frustrating. I have all the parts needed to make it, but somehow, I never quite manage to pull it all together to win the gold.

  My dad’s voice comes on the line. “Pumpkin, it’s me. Your mom and I just want you to know that if you need us, we’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

  “Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it, but I’ll be okay.”

  “All right. Now, you remember what we told you about Athlete’s Village. It’s full of young men with bad intentions.”

  Oh, God. Not this again. “Relax, okay? I’m not going to end up in some orgy or something. I’m there to win gold, not let some idiot jock distract me.”

  “Good, because we’ve all worked so hard to get to this moment. I’d hate to see you waste this opportunity.”

  My shoulders drop under the weight of his words. We’ve all worked so hard. My parents aren’t like the other skating families. We don’t pull into the parking lot of the rink in a shiny new Lexus, my mom hasn’t had a nip and tuck, my dad didn’t retire early so he could play more golf. Instead, he’s still pulling double shifts at the water treatment plant to pay for my extra ice time, coaching, physiot
herapy, massage therapy, sport psychologists, skates, and costumes. “I won’t let you down, Dad. I promise.”

  “I know, Pumpkin. It’s just that everything’s going to be completely new to you and there will be about a million distractions to throw you off your game.”

  “I’ll stay focused. I know what to do.”

  “Good girl. Just remember, we believe in you. We always have.”

  “I know. Thanks. We’re just pulling up at the airport.”

  “Okay, have a safe trip. Text us as soon as you land.”

  “I will. Love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  Two

  Clint

  “Wake up, you dumbass. I refuse to let you make me late for another flight.” My teammate and roommate, Hunter, flicks on my bedroom light.

  “Fuck off,” I groan, lifting my pillow and tucking my head under it. “You just killed a very fun moment I was having with a hot stewardess.”

  “Well, if you get your lazy ass out of bed, you might just meet a real hot stewardess in the flesh.” He kicks the foot of my bed. “Twenty minutes. Do not make me late for the fucking Winter Games.”

  I yawn loudly. “Is that today?” I ask, knowing it’ll get a rise out of him to pretend I forgot.

  “Are you fucking serious? Of course it’s…oh, you asshole. You knew all along, didn’t you?”

  “Now that you mention it, it rings a bell. I should probably start packing, right?” I scratch my two-day old whiskers on my jaw and try to fight a smile.

  Hunter, who has been packed for over a week now makes a grunting noise then walks out into the hallway muttering, “Prick.”