Perfection

by Claire Adams

  "Kate! He's here," I whispered and instinctively fussed over my hair. "No! Don't look. It’s Dr. Steinmann."

  "What am I supposed to do? Look or not look?" Kate froze with an amused look on her face. "Calm down. You act as if you have never been attracted to a guy before. You are not covering new ground here, Lil." She turned and looked at the bar and gave Dr. Steinmann a wave.

  "No, don't call him over here! He’s my doctor!"

  Kate laughed aloud and shook her head. "Unless you need an emergency boob job he is not your doctor right this second. Relax girl. Let Kate handle this." My pulse quickened along with the music; I could feel my face redden. Could I really be attracted to a guy named Bullet? Of course I was — who wouldn't be?

  "Good evening, Lilly. Nice to see you again." I did not recognize the cologne he was wearing but he smelled like a tuxedo in a bottle.

  "Hi, Bullet, this is my friend Kate." Kate gave him a courteous smile and invited him to sit with us. I wanted to kick her under the table but was afraid I would hit the metal pole. "When did you get into town?" I asked.

  "Yesterday. I am taking a little vacation time. Heard about this place and thought I would come check it out. I know this sounds cliché but do you come here often?"

  "No. This is my first time but Kate has a friend who is playing tonight. Maybe you have heard of him — Riley Patterson?"

  He nodded, "I have heard of him. I look forward to hearing him."

  I could tell that Bullet had had a few drinks before we arrived but hey, he was on vacation. Presumably he was not driving or performing surgery anytime soon. He offered to buy a round of drinks and Kate gave him the go-ahead. Thankfully, he did not drink with us but Kate and I had multiple shots. By the time Riley took the stage, I felt relaxed and ready to party. His pleasant smelling cologne, his bright smile and his gorgeous dark hair made my heart and other parts of my body throb. Riley sang tune after tune and before I knew it, Bullet and I were on the dance floor. He pulled me close, his arm around my waist and his hand in mine and we followed the rhythm of the songs.

  Never once did he step on my open toed shoes. I caught a glimpse of us dancing in the full sized mirrors that lined the stage. My silver dress fluttered as he twirled me. I felt beautiful and alive. I couldn't help but smile at all the girls who looked at us with a touch of envy in their eyes.

  Somewhere between the second and third song, our faces drew closer. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and my hand was on his chest. With a tilt of my head, I looked him in his blue eyes. Oh yes, he wanted me — and the feeling was mutual. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone. I couldn't remember how long, eight months? Nine months? I wanted him. He was gorgeous and he moved around the dance floor like someone who knew what he was doing.

  "I'm sure this is a bad idea." Even as I said it, I knew I didn't mean it.

  Without a smile but with plenty of seriousness, he asked, "How can you be sure?"

  "It just seems like it would be." There was no need to clarify what I was talking about; he knew full well what I meant. "Isn't there some kind of rule about sleeping with a client?"

  "You are not a client yet, Lilly. Tonight it is just you and me, Lilly and Bullet. We only have to go as far as you want. I just know that I want you." By the look on his face, I knew that he did. The feeling was completely mutual.

  "Where should we go?" I was glad he didn’t say something snarky like "Anywhere you want."

  "I'm in the Radisson just next door." I don't know what made me agree, I was not an impetuous person. Not since Evan, but I whispered in his ear, "Okay." Without a word, we walked to my friend's table. At some point Riley had left the stage and was now sitting with Kate. I didn’t wait around to introduce them. I whispered in her ear. “I am leaving. Will you be okay?" Kate gave me a sly smile and a nod.

  Before we stepped outside, he paused inside the doorway. "Are you sure?" I didn't answer, just took his hand and followed him out the door. Besides holding hands, we didn't kiss or touch one another during our quick walk to the elevator or the ride up. We went all the way up to the penthouse; Bullet paused inside of the door and waved his key at the panel. He walked in, turned on a few lights and flipped on the stereo. Rolling in the deep...Adele sang with all her heart as Bullet slid out of his jacket and reached for my hand. We continued our dance — he was not in a hurry, not yet, but I could feel his passion rising, bubbling below the surface of his calm exterior.

  Suddenly his full lips were on mine and I met his kiss with fervor. My hands were in his hair, it felt silky in my fingers. He followed my lead and plunged his big hands in my curls then he pulled away and stroked my jaw with his thumbs. I whispered his name, "Bullet..." He kissed me again and my fingers flew over the buttons on his crisp white shirt. I opened it, pleased to see that his chest muscles were toned and defined. I ran my hands over his skin and he gave me a pleased smile. He knew his body was gorgeous — now I did too. I stepped back and slid off my shoes. I reached behind my neck and unhooked my dress. The silky, silver fabric slid off my body and I daintily stepped out of it. It was a bold move but between the music and a few shots of tequila, I felt powerful and sexy. I stepped out of the dress wearing only my pink lace bra and panties set. Feeling playful, I spun around and showed off my body, placing my hands on my hips.

  In a single stride, he stood in front of me and picked me up, holding me in his arms. He carried me to the big king size bed, kissing me all the way. I wanted him out of his clothes; I wanted to be out of mine. I wanted to see him, touch him, and feel him — in every way possible. He gently set me on the edge of the bed and got on his knees. He was a tall man, easily 6 feet tall — I was only 5' 6". Bullet's serious expression made me anxious but his hands on my breasts called my attention back to the moment. Slowly, as if he was unwrapping a present, he slid my bra straps off my shoulders, one at a time. He kept his eyes on me as he unclasped the hooks, never breaking his gaze. He tossed the bra to the side and his hands cupped my breasts. I let him explore and leaned back, tossing my blonde curls behind me. My tresses tickled my back and added to the sensuousness of the moment. His warm mouth met my breasts, and I arched my back to give him more. I really wanted larger breasts!

  Mm... I couldn’t help but moan a little. His mouth was delightful—he used the perfect amount of pressure, not too hard, not too soft. My nipples stiffened in response and my desire rose. Bullet stood in front of me and I reached out to unbuckle his pants. He waited for me patiently as I fumbled with the belt and the button on his pants. Curious and uncharacteristically brave in the bedroom, I slid his pants down and his underwear. In a quick, smooth move, he tossed his clothes out of the way. He stood in front of me, completely nude, his body flawless. Bullet's penis was erect and sizable. I knew I would not be disappointed. I touched it with my hand and looked up to see his head slanted to the side and he had a serious smile on his face.

  I knew what he wanted. I stroked him, enjoying the velvety smoothness of his member; his skin was smooth and slightly pink. I peeked up at him, watching his response to my efforts.

  What the hell? I wanted this!

  I opened my mouth and took him in. He groaned in surprise, "Lilly!" It was like a plea — he was at my mercy now. If he weren't in my mouth, I would have laughed at him. I made long, strong strokes then took my time, kissing the tip and flicking it with my tongue. He groaned again and I put my mouth on him again, as much as I could. I grasped his ass and pulled him closer to me. I thought he would bend in half. Instinctively his hands were in my hair and he gently guided me. All of a sudden, he pushed me on the bed, lifting me in his arms. I felt the pillow under me.

  "Bullet," I whispered and his mouth was on me again. He kissed my lips and my neck like a hungry man. With one hand he slid away my lace panties. His hand rubbed across my stomach and then lower, stroking the soft parts of me — caressing me into full passion. He returned the favor, kissing his way from my belly button southward. Bullet took his time but he didn't
take forever. I used to hate that about Evan. Why was I thinking about him right now? Now his tongue moved quickly, coaxing me near to an orgasm. Man, he knew his way around a woman's body — or at least now.

  My desire rose and my back arched. Bullet slid on top of me, kissing my neck, brushing my wild curls to the side for some uninhibited nibbling. My hands were all over the place, rubbing his arms, his cock and his ass.

  I was practically begging him to take me, right then and there. I breathed his name, "Bullet, please..." That was all he needed to hear. His thumb rubbed my bottom lip. I think he liked my lips. He kissed me and held my hands above my head. He slid into me and I gasped. Either he was quite a man or it had been a long time. Probably both.

  I was going to love every minute of this.

  Chapter Eight

  Bullet

  Lilly's hair spread all around her; she looked like a golden angel with her moist, parted lips and half-closed eyes. My body tingled with excitement; she had shocked me all night from the dance to her magic tongue and now this. Did she know how bad I needed her at this moment? Probably not. I pushed into her and gasped. She was everything I had fantasized about — warm, tight and responsive. My hips moved hungrily for more of her but I did not want to hurt her. A few past partners had complained about my size.

  Lilly thrust against me, her excitement grew and she clung to me. I could smell her sweet sweat, her green eyes sparkling with pleasure. I paused. "Are you ready for more? Can you handle me, Lilly?"

  "Yes," she whispered.

  I slid out of her and turned her over, her bottom facing me. I kissed her lower back and rubbed her perfect cheeks. I entered her again, shoving my penis into her wet nether region. She moaned a little, and then cried out a few times. I was glad that she was not a screamer — they really distracted me.

  I held on to her hips and pumped away. She bounced against me. The feel of her flesh thrilled me, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I reached for her breasts and she reached back for me. Her hair was damp with sweat and it poured off of me.

  I grasped her tight ass and tilted her towards me. She felt so good! I didn't want to stop but I was dangerously close to blowing. As if she read my mind, she rolled out from under me and gave me a determined look. She glistened with golden sweat and I wanted to lick it off of her.

  "Lay down, my turn now." I never have had a woman talk to me this way. It was hot as fuck. I did as I was told. I lay on the bed panting. Lilly crawled on top of me with obvious plans to ride me off. She leaned down to kiss me but quickly got to work. My hands reached for her but she said, "No, I'm in control." She grabbed my hands and held them over my head. That thrilled me even more; I could feel the orgasm rising. She rode me with precise movements, moving up and down my shaft like a professional. I knew she wasn't but she was definitely a natural.

  "Lilly!" I called out as a warning, I was about to come. She worked even harder until my release came. She panted and shuddered along with me until she collapsed on my chest. For a minute, she lay there, spent and sweaty after our sexual workout. I enjoyed every second of it. She rolled off me and I got up to clean up.

  I grabbed two bottles of cold water from the refrigerator, opening one for her.

  We didn't talk but just drank our water. And then without asking, she slid under the covers with me, completely naked and cuddled up into my side. There was no dreaded commentary or complaining, just two lovers silently reflecting on the evening's pleasures. At some point, she drifted off to sleep and for the first time in a long time, I felt sort of happy.

  I rubbed her hair — it smelled like her perfume. Eventually, I passed out too.

  I don't know how long I slept but I know it wasn't long enough. When I woke up, my fun-loving playmate was gone and in her place was nervous, angry Lilly. She didn’t swear but I knew she was mad as hell. She gathered her panties and bra off the floor and slid back into her dress. "I cannot believe that you did this to me. You knew I was drunk or at the very least impaired. You are a doctor, right? Shouldn't you know when someone is impaired? I cannot believe I did this."

  At some point she had opened the blinds and the bright sunlight filled the room. "What are you talking about? We were two people having fun. There is nothing more than that happening here. I had a great time last night." I leaned back on the pillow with my hand above my head. "I think you did too. Weren't you the girl who..."

  Awareness crossed her face. "Oh my God." She sat on the side of the bed. I suppose the memory of last night was coming back to her, as it was me but apparently the two of us were having entirely different memories. She was acting as if sex with me was beneath her, as if I were a loathsome son of a bitch for even touching her.

  I suddenly got angry.

  I slung the sheets back and slid on my shorts and my white shirt. I turned on the coffee pot.

  "Would you like me to call you a taxi or something?" Be reasonable, dude. She's obviously not much of a drinker.

  "No thanks, I've already done that. I can't believe you Dr. Steinmann." She was furious with me.

  "Why are you so angry with me? And what is this Dr. Steinmann? I'm Bullet, Lilly." I stood in front of her confused by her sudden change of heart. From her purse she pulled out a ponytail holder. She wrapped her blonde hair in a messy bun. No matter what she did to herself she was beautiful and I still wanted her. I quickly slid my pants on to hide my arousal.

  "Come on, let me drive you home. We can stop for some coffee or some breakfast on the way and talk."

  "I am leaving. I can't believe you, Dr. Steinmann!"

  "You've already told me that."

  "Do you sleep with all of your patients? Is that how this works? Oh my God, I am so out of here." She stormed out of the room and tried to slam the door but my traveling nurse poked her head in the doorway.

  "Rough night?"

  "No, but it was definitely a rough morning. Got my prescriptions handy?"

  "In my pocket of course. Need an aspirin? I have that too." She dug in her lab jacket for a bottle of aspirin.

  "Hell no, I want a Vicodin." I stretched out my hand and she frowned and gave me a peel. "Don't look like that, I don't have surgeries for the next few days and my back is killing me."

  Nurse Rosa snorted, "I guess so!"

  I waved her out the door. "Okay, out. I am going back to bed. Call me if the crazy lady shows back up." I drank a ton of water before I laid on the bed staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I could not remember every detail, but I did remember her smile, her playfulness, her...oh yes, I remembered a lot. Oh well, another angry woman in my life. What was so unusual about that?

  Chapter Nine

  Lilly

  I left the hotel in tears. I was a big ball of emotions and I had not had time to sort them out yet. I slept with my doctor. We kissed, danced and I did not want to think about everything we did — I did. I cannot believe this happened but it did. When I got home, I would call and cancel the upcoming appointment with his secretary. I would not be seeing Dr. Steinmann anymore. Oh, Bullet! Those words came back to haunt me. I immediately called Kate as I waited outside for a taxi, just another girl in the big city, waking up somewhere where she does not belong.

  The phone rang and rang. Who was I kidding? She was never going to wake up this early, just when I needed her the most. I tried again, still nothing. I was ready to throw my phone. Yep, I had been drinking tequila, it always makes me mean.

  My phone rang and I answered it without looking and I was surprised to hear Bullet's voice on the other end of the line. "Lilly Brightwood! Do not hang up on me!" For some reason I froze and listened. "I don't know what is going on in your head. I am not judging you. We did nothing wrong. We were two adults, two consenting adults I might add who happened to spend the night together. Just stop and take a deep breath. I don’t know you very well, but I know something's wrong. Are you there?"

  "Yes," I said calmly to Bullet's voice.

  "Do you
have a way to get home? Are you still waiting on a taxi?"

  "Yes, I'm still waiting on a taxi outside the hotel."

  "Okay here's what I want you to do. I want you to wait for me. No arguing. I want to make sure you get home okay. I'll be down in two minutes."

  Bullet hung up and there was still no taxi. I had not promised him anything so if a taxi did show up, I would take it without feeling guilty. If he did happen to come down and help me home, I would appreciate it because I felt like hell. True to his word, he walked out the door in less than two minutes. He wore a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt and tennis shoes. He looked like an ordinary guy going out for a run or to do some errands. Not much like a doctor at all.

  "I'm parked over here. Can you walk okay?" He stopped to observe me but did not offer to help me. He knew at this moment, I would refuse him. It was bright outside, and looking through my tequila-tinted eyeballs hurt.

  Cars flew by us but we crossed the street and climbed into Bullet's car. We slid on our seatbelts and I dug in my purse for my sunglasses. I slid them on and wanted to die. "Where to?"

  "I’m on campus. My address is 244 April Springs Road but you can drop me off out front." I guessed I should remember my manners. "Thank you for the ride home."

  "You are welcome. I know you are not in a mood to talk, but I have something I want to say to you."

  Before I could respond to him, my phone rang in my purse. "Hello?"