The Doctor Who Has No Closure (Soulless Book 10)

by Victoria Quinn

  Her luminous eyes were on me, her lips were parted with her deep breathing, and when the intensity hit her, her nails dug deep, her thighs squeezed, and she bucked against me as she came, filling my bedroom with her gorgeous moans, her gentle cries of pleasure, her pants, her heaves.

  I just got to watch.

  Oh man, did I watch.

  It was so hot I almost came in my boxers like a fucking teenager.

  When it passed, her nails released my sliced skin, and her thighs relaxed against my waist. She kissed me again, this time gentle and soft, like she was ready to start the slow build all over again.

  When I woke up the next morning—or should I say afternoon—she was wrapped around me.

  I lay on my back, one arm propped under my head, and she was tucked into my side, one arm over my waist, one leg tucked between my knees, her warm tits pressed against me. I blinked a couple times as I stared down at her, her makeup smeared, her hair messy, the sunshine coming through the window and highlighting her beautiful face.

  So last night was real…I didn’t dream the whole thing.

  The second I looked at her, my dick came to life, hardening at the sight of her tucked under the sheets and all over me. She came a couple times last night and offered to get me off, but that wasn’t what the moment was about, so I denied her offer. Did I want her to suck my dick with those full lips covered in her beautiful pink lipstick? Absolutely. It just wasn’t the right time. Yes, I wanted to fuck her brains out, but we would get there. I hadn’t even taken her on a date yet.

  She eventually woke up, and when her eyes focused on me, she gave a smile, her eyes lighting up in a look of pure and unbridled joy. She squeezed me a little tighter and pressed a kiss to my chest before she closed her eyes again.

  “Sleep okay?”

  “More than okay…” She pushed herself up on her arms, her hair falling on me, and she leaned down and kissed me the way she did last night, with heat and tongue. Then she leaned down and kissed my chest, the skin over my heart, before she crawled out of bed, still in the panties she wore last night. “I have to pee.” She walked to one of my drawers, where she knew I kept my underwear. “Do you mind?”

  “Go ahead, baby.”

  She opened it, took a pair of boxers, and then headed into the bathroom, her tits shaking as she moved.

  I watched her go before I headed into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. When I looked at the clock, I realized it was almost noon. Getting up early tomorrow for work was going to be a bitch. That was why I only scheduled surgeries in the middle of the week, when I was on a steady sleep cycle so I wouldn’t be thrown off by my late nights on the weekends.

  I grabbed two mugs of coffee then carried them back to the bedroom.

  Sicily was getting dressed, wearing my boxers underneath her dress because her wet panties were an infection waiting to happen. She sat at the edge of the bed and slipped on her heels.

  “What are you doing?” I set down the mugs on the nightstand.

  “I looked at the time and realized how late it was…”

  “So?” I got back into bed, sitting up against the headboard. “You got somewhere to be?”

  When she smiled, there was a hint of color to her cheeks, like my offer was music to her ears. She probably didn’t want to overstay her welcome and wanted to duck out like she was some one-night stand.

  But she wasn’t a one-night anything. I patted the sheets that were now on top of me.

  She unzipped the dress and let it fall once more before she opened one of my drawers and helped herself to a t-shirt. Then she came back to bed, her makeup cleaned up a bit, and snuggled into my side.

  “Want to watch football?” I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

  She rested her face on my neck and released a happy sigh. “I’ll watch anything, Dex.”

  We ordered a pizza and spent the day in bed watching football, even though our previous interactions had always been at the office or work-related. It was a drastic shift in our relationship, but it somehow felt right.

  My phone kept vibrating on my nightstand, but I pretty much ignored it.

  She’d left her purse in the living room, so she’d been off the grid all day.

  When it was getting late, I knew it was time for her to go. I needed to do some paperwork for tomorrow and also hit the gym.

  She seemed to have the same thought because she sat up, my t-shirt fitting her in a baggy but sexy way. “I should get going…”

  “Yeah, I have stuff I gotta do.” We didn’t really talk much about anything, so I thought we should now. “I think it would be best if we act like there’s nothing between us while we’re at work. I just…think we should stay professional. Unless you feel otherwise.”

  “No, I completely agree. We have so many things we have to handle, and we can’t afford to lose our focus and make a mistake. I think our professional relationship should remain steady and constant, regardless of what happens between us.”

  I had no idea where this was going to go, and there was a chance it would end with us going our separate ways. I never wanted to lose her as my assistant or my friend. “I want to give this a chance, but I can’t promise anything. So…I’d really like it if we could promise that we’ll still be colleagues and friends if we decide it’s not going to work out.”

  She nodded. “I promise. I really love my job, and it’s so important to me that I’m not leaving for anything, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

  I nodded. “I promise too.” That was a shitty conversation on the cusp of a brand-new relationship, but at least it was out of the way. “Let’s get dressed, and I’ll take you home.”

  “Dex, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be perfectly fine.”

  “I insist.” If there was one chivalrous thing I’d learned from my dad and brother, it was to take care of your woman. Sicily was my woman now. “Especially wearing that little number.”

  She dropped her gaze and gave a smile, no resistance.

  “You want to go out to dinner this week?”

  When she looked up, her eyes were brighter than I’d ever seen them. “I’d love to.”

  Our work lives hadn’t changed.

  I thought it might be a little different, but she behaved exactly the way she used to, so it made it easy for me to do the same. It was all business and no play. If she ever came into my office for something, she didn’t even look at me the way she did when we were in bed together.

  Her outfits were as distracting as ever, so that hadn’t changed either. Other than the fact that I knew what she looked like underneath those clothes. I could see those tits anytime I wanted. Just had to close my eyes.

  It was lunchtime at the office, so she brought my food and set it on my desk in front of me.

  I was going over the chart of the patient I just saw, her notes automatically filled in because we shared our documents between us. It was helpful to have her make notes about the patient’s features, mental state, the descriptions of their physical pain and condition, and all I had to do was look over it and clarify a couple things and add my own comments. It saved me a lot of time.

  “A veggie burger and a salad.” She placed the food on my desk, out of the bag and container that she picked it up in so I could eat it without making any trash. “Have you checked the account lately?”

  “Not since last night.” I pulled my eyes away from the computer.

  She grinned. “Well, you should take a look. Because I don’t think we’re going to need any more money for a looooong time.”

  “Yes.” I fist-bumped the air before I grabbed the burger with one hand.

  She chuckled. “Now all we need to do is prepare for the trip coming up. I got my first round of vaccinations, and then I’ll get the boosters soon. I have a few other things to go over with you, but I’ll let you eat your lunch. We can talk later.”

  I finished chewing my bite and gave a nod. “Alright.”

  She turned to walk out.<
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  “Sic?”

  “Hmm?” She turned back around, standing near the couch.

  We didn’t talk about us at all while on the clock, so I made it quick. “You free tonight?”

  She did her best to hide her smile, but a little bit of it came through. She forced herself to look practically bored. “Sure.” Then she let herself out like nothing happened.

  The door was shut, and I went back to my lunch while I worked on my chart. It’d been a couple days since the charity dinner, and I wondered if she’d dumped Dom, but I refused to ask and just assumed she took care of it.

  I had no idea how serious they were, if they’d slept together, if she really liked him or what, but I’d rather not know, so I didn’t ask.

  It was clear she made her choice—and that choice was me.

  Bye, Dom.

  She changed out of her work outfit and wore something more casual to dinner, skintight jeans, heeled boots, and a long-sleeved olive-green sweater that had a deep vee in the front, showing off her glowing skin and a bit of those plump-ass tits.

  She knew I liked ’em.

  We went to a laid-back place and got a couple sandwiches and salads, sitting across from each other while we both enjoyed a glass of wine. I wasn’t a big fan of fancy places, so I hardly ever went to restaurants like that. I could have taken her to one to impress her, but she already liked me for me, so what was the point? She knew I was chill, would wear jeans and a hoodie to that charity dinner if I could.

  She stabbed her fork into her salad and ate slowly, looking up and making eye contact with me sometimes, but quiet.

  I was quiet too.

  On a first date, you were supposed to talk and get to know each other, but I already knew everything about her—and she me.

  We were already perfectly compatible.

  And damn, we were physically compatible too…fucking gasoline to a lit match.

  I discreetly adjusted my fly under the table.

  She didn’t seem to notice. “So, what made you change your mind?” She took a bite of her food then chewed it, her eyes on me now, watching my reaction, practically studying it.

  I took my time to find an answer, to reflect on my actions and thoughts to find the truth. “Because you already make me feel things.” That was the simplest answer I could give. “Daisy told me she saw you and that guy you were seeing out at dinner.” I refused to say his name, not when we were together now. “It bothered me. Made me uncomfortable. And lately, I …haven’t been going out the way I used to. I just…stopped having desires. I thought I was having a hormone imbalance, but then I realized the only person who made me feel that way was you. So, as much as I’d rather not feel anything for anyone…it’s out of my control, apparently.”

  She moved her fork through her salad just to have something to do as she listened to me, her eyes soft. “That’s sweet.”

  “I’ve never known anyone as passionate about what I do except you, aside from my family and my patients. Most women are just impressed by the occupation, by how smart I am and how much money I make, but you’re one of the few people who seem to care about everything else that goes with it, the heart of it.”

  “I’m surprised more women don’t, Dex.”

  “Yeah.” Our society cared more about money and capital gains, based on the kinds of conversations I listened to at parties with other professionals. Even other surgeons preferred to talk about the gains on their rental properties and their stocks more than the kinds of patients they had, the lives they saved. “I know that you’re one in a million, and if I don’t at least try, someone else will get you. I don’t want to live with that regret.”

  She stared at me for a while, no longer touching her food. “I’m flattered that you feel that way, when I think the same things about you.”

  I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything at all.

  Silence passed for a long time, and we stared at each other, picked at our food because we didn’t know what else to do.

  “It’s kinda strange,” she said. “I don’t want to talk about work to blur the lines between our work and professional life, but I feel like that’s the thing we’ve dedicated our lives to, so it feels weird not to talk about it.”

  “We can. I just think we shouldn’t reverse it.” My mom was really involved in my father’s business, and Emerson was practically running the show for Derek. Maybe that was why they had such strong relationships, because they were connected on every single level, emotionally, physically, professionally.

  “Well, what was it like to be at Stanford at fifteen?”

  “Um, kinda shitty.”

  “What?” she asked in surprise. “How?”

  “Because I may be smart enough as the other students, but we were still four years apart, so it wasn’t like we could connect in any other way. I didn’t have friends. I didn’t have dates, obviously. I just studied.”

  “I never really considered that.”

  “Being smarter than everyone else sounds really cool on paper, but it’s actually a deeply isolating experience. You can never connect to anyone around you because you’re not only intellectually different, but your age makes you incompatible. That’s why Daisy and I are so close, because we always had each other while we were skipping grades and not having a lot of friends. Things got better when I became a legal adult. It wasn’t so weird to be around people in their early twenties when I was almost twenty, so it normalized at that point.”

  She nodded like she understood. “You get along with people so well that I never would have thought that.”

  “If I didn’t have my family, it probably would have turned out differently. When I didn’t have friends at school, I always had Daisy, and my dad was always great because I could have the kind of intellectual conversations with him I couldn’t have with my teachers and other people.”

  “I’m sorry that made it hard for you to relate to people, but I think your intelligence is super sexy.”

  “Yeah?” I grinned. “Nerds turn you on?”

  Her eyebrows immediately scrunched up together. “You aren’t a nerd.”

  “No, I’m pretty sure that I am,” I said with a laugh.

  “You’re a brilliant man who’s drop-dead gorgeous with a big heart and an even bigger dick. No, you are not a nerd.”

  I stilled at her words, surprised she would say that so candidly, but also a bit amused by it. I smiled before I took a drink of my wine.

  She didn’t look remotely apologetic or embarrassed by what she’d said.

  Which made it even hotter. “Well…thanks.”

  She smiled in response. “You’re welcome.”

  I was finished with my food, but I didn’t rush to grab the check. I was afraid of my behavior when we were alone together again, so I was kinda dragging it out. “How are your parents?”

  “Good. I haven’t talked to them for about a week.”

  “Are you going to tell them about us?”

  She swirled her wine as she considered it. “Not sure yet. My mom will flip out, so…”

  “I thought your parents liked me.”

  “Oh, they do,” she said with a laugh. “When she realized how young and handsome you are, she started drilling into me to make something happen. And you stole her heart with the whole pie thing.”

  “I stole her heart eating her pie?” I asked incredulously. “She’s the one who worked her ass off to make it, and I just got to sit there and eat it.”

  She smiled before she took another drink of her wine. “She loves that you loved it so much. That’s how moms are. They want people to love their cooking. And you were over the moon about it, so that was a huge boost to her ego.”

  My mom didn’t cook, so I had no idea. Dad did all the cooking, and that cooking was usually stuff we didn’t want to eat. “Good to know.”

  “And come on, Dex. Everyone you meet adores you.”

  There was one person I knew who didn’t adore me, but I refused
to think about her, especially right now.

  “Did you tell your parents about us?”

  I shook my head. “But they probably already know. They seem to know everything.”

  She chuckled. “Your father’s speech was really nice.”

  “Yeah. He’s not much of a talker, but somehow he always has something exceptional to say.”

  “Maybe because he only says things that are worth saying.”

  “Could be.” Now that I had Sicily there with me, as more than just an assistant, more than just a friend, it felt really nice. It was much better than fooling around with Natalia, picking up a random woman at the bar and deflecting most of her questions, and this was…peaceful. I hoped this peace would last a long time.

  After I paid the check, we left the restaurant, and I walked her back to her apartment. It was February now, so we just had to hold out a little longer for spring to arrive. Then I could see her in summer dresses and heels, and I bet she’d be even more bangin’ than she already was.

  We arrived at her front door, and she unlocked it. “I want to invite you inside, but I know you have surgery in the morning. Don’t want to mess you up.” She let the door swing open before she set her purse on the table beside the door.

  It was nice to be with a woman who already knew every aspect of my stressful life, so I didn’t have to explain everything. “Yeah, I can’t sleep over. But I can hang out for a bit…” Just an hour or so.

  A smile entered her face as she turned away. “Great. You want some water?”

  “Sure.” I shut the door behind me and moved to a spot on the couch.

  She came back a moment later, carrying my water as well as a glass of wine for herself, probably because she knew I couldn’t have more than a single glass at dinnertime, not if I was operating the next day.

  We sat together on the couch, but she didn’t turn on the TV. Her apartment was small, with a single three-seater couch and a TV on the entertainment console on the wall. Her kitchen and dining room were crammed together, and she had one bedroom down the hallway. But it was cozy, having colored pillows, a nice rug, picture frames of her family on the table.