The Doctor Who Has No Closure (Soulless Book 10)

by Victoria Quinn

  I squirmed out of her grasp and pushed her away. “Okay, enough of that. I’m not some teenager going on a date for the first time.”

  “No. But you’re starting over. And I’m so glad to see you finally start to start over.”

  19

  Sicily

  I waited in his office at the hospital. He had two surgeries that day, and these days were always his longest, his most stressful, so I made sure to give him his best meals of the week so he would be satisfied in between his surgeries. I always brought his bag that contained his toiletries and a change of clothes, so he could take a nap in his office then put on a new pair of scrubs before he went to his appointment.

  He walked in a moment later, in his blue scrubs with a deep V in the front, which showed a great view of his chest if you looked at the right times. When things were hectic in the middle of the week, he was a lot quieter and more withdrawn, juggling so many things at once in that brilliant brain of his. So, when he didn’t say a word to me and took a seat at his desk, I didn’t take it personally.

  I got him a green smoothie from his favorite juice bar, along with an entire feast of food—tortilla soup, Cobb salad, and a black bean hummus wrap, along with a coffee if he wanted it.

  He immediately started to eat, scarfing everything down like he was starving after being in the OR for eight hours. He took a bite of his soup, inhaled his salad, then went for the smoothie.

  I sat with my device and looked through the rest of his schedule, knowing he would talk to me when he was ready to talk.

  A knock sounded on the door before it opened. “Dr. Hamilton—”

  “Dr. Hamilton is unavailable right now.” I rose to my feet and approached the door, blocking Dex from view. I had no idea who this person was. He was a man in green scrubs, but I didn’t recognize him, so I assumed it wasn’t important. “You can come back in fifteen minutes if you still want to speak to him. And if you ever barge into his office like that again, I’ll make your life a living hell. You understand me?”

  The guy was obviously shocked that I spoke to him that way, but he didn’t say a word. He made the right decision and walked off.

  I shut the door but didn’t lock it because locking it would seem suspicious, especially if people knew we were inside. I turned back to the chair near his desk.

  He continued to eat, but this time, he looked at me like he was grateful that I had his back. “You’re one hell of a guard dog.”

  “You were just on your feet for eight hours.” I looked back down at my tablet. “You deserve at least fifteen minutes to yourself. When you give and give, people take and take. Pisses me off sometimes.” I turned quiet, so he could enjoy his food in peace.

  “Pretty hot.”

  My eyes flicked back up to look at him.

  He gave a slight grin as he chewed his bite, his eyes both affectionate and playful.

  “I’m definitely protective of you.”

  “That’s sexy, baby.” He pulled his soup closer and took a few more bites. “My family knows about us.”

  I liked it when he called me baby. It made me feel like I was his without his even touching me. It made me feel special because no one else in the world called me that and he didn’t call anyone else that. “You told them?”

  He finished his bite before he answered. “Well, kinda. I went to my parents’ place to pay them back for the apartment, and instead of putting the check on the table, I accidentally put my test results there. I realized my mistake quickly and pocketed it before there was any real chance for either of them to read it, but my dad has a photographic memory, so all he needs is one second.”

  “Oh my god…how mortifying.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t really care that much. My dad told me he was promiscuous when he was my age. I mean, we don’t sit around and swap stories or anything, but he gets it. But he cornered me about it and basically assumed I was monogamous with someone if I got tested, and I confirmed that suspicion.”

  “Oh. And his reaction?”

  “Come on, baby. He was thrilled. My parents love you.”

  If I’d met Dex first and then was introduced to his super-successful, super-brilliant, super family, I would have been so intimidated I would have made an idiot out of myself, but thankfully I got to know Cleo before I even really got to know Dex. Having their approval was a blessing, because I wasn’t good enough for their son, frankly. And I knew I wasn’t. “That’s so sweet because I love them too.”

  “And then my sister was telling me you have the nicest tits in the world and I should get a move on, so I just told her.”

  I chuckled because she was the most candid person ever. “I love your sister.”

  “Really?” he asked incredulously. “You don’t care that she asked me if I’d hit that?”

  I laughed again. “No. She’s this brilliant, beautiful doctor, but instead of being stuck-up and snobby, she’s positive and complimentary. She speaks her mind, and the only thing that’s in her mind is nice things. I think that’s really cool.”

  “Well, I’m glad you aren’t offended.”

  “Honestly, if a woman likes my boobs, that’s a bigger compliment than if a guy says it.”

  “Really?” he asked in surprise.

  “Yeah. Guys like all boobs.”

  He chuckled. “Okay, that may be true, but you really do have one hell of a rack. One hell of an everything, actually.”

  It was still pretty astounding to me that this guy, who could have anyone he wanted, found me so attractive. “Well, you wanna come over tonight?”

  He stirred his salad with his fork as he looked at me, taking his time composing a reply, not because he was unsure, but because he was thinking the exact thing I was thinking. He was about to get laaaaiiiid. “Yeah. You want to go out to dinner before?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Should I pick up a pizza on the way?”

  “No.”

  He smirked slightly before he looked down at his food. “Baby, what are you doing to me…”

  My legs were smooth like silk, my hair was curled, my makeup was heavy even though my mascara would probably run through the night. I did pick up a couple sandwiches and left them in my fridge in case we were hungry afterward. I also dropped quite a bit of cash on nice lingerie. That way, the second he came in the door, we could get right down to business.

  I’d wanted to make love to this man since the moment I saw him.

  I didn’t care about watching the game, having a deep conversation on the couch, doing anything that we could do with our clothes on. Working for him for months had already been enough foreplay for me.

  When he knocked on the door, I felt my throat catch as the nerves got to me. I’d already been intimate with him and it was pure fireworks, so there was no reason to be nervous now, but it was impossible not to be. “It’s open.”

  Dex let himself inside, dressed in his typical hoodie and jeans, and after he shut the door behind himself, he lifted his chin to search for me in the apartment. When his eyes settled on me, he gave me a look I’d never forget. He was instantly surprised to see me standing there in a black lingerie set and garters, luxury intimates that cost a couple hundred bucks, with black stockings down to my heels. My hair was as big as I could make it, my eyelashes were as thick as they could go, and I did my absolute best to be a fantasy.

  Mission accomplished.

  His eyes raked over my body, the surprise quickly fading away as intensity replaced it, a smoldering look that made his eyes fade from chocolate to caramel. He crossed the living room and came closer to me, taking his time because he enjoyed the view too much to rush it. When he was right up against me, he still didn’t speak, still didn’t touch me. His hand reached out to my hip and slowly rose up my body, following the curve of my waist until he reached my rib cage.

  He didn’t seem to wear cologne very often, opting for body wash and aftershave, and that left a natural scent behind that was innately masculine and ad
dictive. The bones in his jaw suddenly became sharper, as if he was grinding his teeth together, biting his tongue, doing whatever he could to restrain himself.

  He hadn’t even touched me, and I was soaking wet. Watching him desire me was the biggest turn-on ever. I wasn’t the most beautiful woman in the world like Daisy. I was average. So, sometimes when I dressed myself up, I felt like I was trying too hard, joining a league to which I could never really belong.

  But he didn’t look at me like that at all.

  He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

  His eyes eventually lifted to my face, that intensity only increasing when we made eye contact. His hand reached out and grabbed my neck, his thumb pressing over my jawline as he took control of my body. He turned my chin and pressed his face against the side of my cheek, his heavy breathing audible, erotic music to my ears.

  Then he cupped the back of my head and kissed my neck aggressively, his arms circling me and pulling me into him, his fingers digging under the fall of my hair and into my scalp. His arm slid across my ass, and he effortlessly lifted me and carried me down the hallway, his lips still tasting my neck and collarbone.

  I held on to him with my head tilted back, letting him feast on my body, take whatever he wanted.

  He laid me on the bed, rolling with me, his lips moving to the corner of my mouth where he pressed gentle kisses as his hand gripped my knee and slowly slid up my thigh, gradually approaching the garter belt and the black thong underneath. His fingers hooked into it, but he didn’t pull it off.

  He moved his mouth down as he removed my top, finding the ties in the back and making it loose so he could get it off my body and see my tits underneath.

  I bought this stuff so I could keep it on, because I thought it would be sexy, but he obviously wanted me buck naked.

  He kissed my stomach as he got the bottom half of my ensemble off, able to do it quickly and fluidly as if he’d done it a hundred times, as if no piece of lingerie was too complicated for him to figure out. He knocked my heels off my feet before he got the stockings off, stripping me to my birthday suit.

  On his knees, he pulled off his sweater and then the shirt underneath, messing up his hair a little in the process, but it actually made him look even sexier. His muscular physique towered over me, so hard, so chiseled that I could chip my tooth on one of his abs. “I came here to make love to you—not fuck you.” He loosened his jeans then pulled them down a bit, along with his boxers, until his cock came free, thick and monstrously big. “Another time, baby.” He moved back on top of me, kicking off his bottoms as he straightened.

  He lowered his body on top of mine, his warm chest pressing against my tits, my thighs separating for his narrow hips. His long dick rested over my entrance and my clit, all the way over my stomach. He gave me a look before his lips moved to mine, giving me a soft kiss with his wet lips, his hips instinctively rocking to rub his dick against my throbbing, wet slit. He moaned when he felt the moisture coat his length, when he heard the sounds of our wet bodies moving together.

  My nails anchored into his shoulders, and I rocked back with him, getting his dick lubricated with my own arousal. I breathed against his mouth as our lips moved together, as our tongues lightly touched each other before we each gave a quiet moan. My hand instinctively went to his ass, and I tugged on him absentmindedly, wanting that big dick inside me, to stretch me so much it hurt.

  But it was such a good hurt.

  His arms hooked behind my knees, and he lifted his face from mine as he tilted his hips, the head of his dick kissing my entrance before he started to push inside, getting past the initial tightness and slowly sinking in.

  “Dex…” My hands went to his chest, and I inhaled a breath so deep it actually hurt my lungs.

  He watched me take his dick, watched my reaction as every inch sank deeper and deeper until there was nowhere else for it to go. “Baby…” He clenched his jaw as he gave a masculine moan, his balls just an inch away from my ass.

  My hand cupped his face, and I guided him back to me to kiss me before he started to thrust into me, my other hand pressed against his tight stomach, my kiss interrupted by moans as I continued to accept his length.

  He started to thrust inside me, taking it slow, being a gentleman by giving me time to adjust to this big-ass dick burying itself inside me. Every motion was audible because of the wetness between us, the tightness of my channel making the sounds even louder than they would normally be.

  He continued to kiss me as he rocked inside me, but sometimes he would stop when it felt particularly good, when his dick was so perfectly pleased by the wetness, the tightness, everything.

  We started to move together harder, our moans filling the room, our breathing creating a constant erotic backdrop. It didn’t take long for me to climax, not when I’d already felt the connection between us instantly, the emotional, spiritual connection…and the physical attraction that had always been there. My nails turned into talons, and I clawed at his skin as the crescendo hit me hard, making me buck against him, tears forming in my eyes then dripping down my cheeks because it felt so damn good. My toes curled and cramped, and my nipples hardened to the sharpness of knives, and I convulsed underneath him, coming harder than I ever had my entire life.

  He kissed my tears and absorbed them onto his tongue, thrusting into me harder as if he lost all control. He pumped into me until he hit his climax, giving a loud, sexy groan that made my spine shiver.

  It felt so good to feel him come inside me, to make me feel even more connected to him than I was before. I held on to him as I turned my face into his neck, closing my eyes as I was enveloped by the satisfaction we both felt.

  He stilled for a while, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He stayed inside me, his dick still pretty damn hard even though he’d just dumped a heavy load inside me. After a few kisses to my neck, he held himself over me again. “Can I keep going?”

  I knew he asked that question because his dick was so big it would make any woman sore for a couple days. I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. “You better keep going…”

  He held me against him, half of my body on top of his, lying in the dark.

  We didn’t say much. We made love, took a break, and made love again.

  It was so nice.

  His fingers gently played with my hair, his arm resting on mine on top of his stomach. The sheets were bunched around our waists, and my bedroom was a few degrees warmer than it usually was—because of his smokin’ hot body. “I wish I could stay over.”

  “Me too.”

  “We can have a slumber party this weekend.”

  “All weekend?” I squeezed him slightly, so excited at the thought of having him for several days in a row.

  “Yeah. We can order in and be naked the whole time.”

  “Ooh, that sounds nice.”

  “And…maybe you can wear some lingerie.”

  I chuckled. “Ready to fuck me, then?”

  “Baby, it’s hard. You’re so fucking sexy that I want to come on your face, your tits, in your ass…all over the goddamn place.”

  “I’m game.”

  He turned to look at me, his eyes instantly aroused. “So, you’re literally the perfect woman, aren’t you?”

  “What took you so long to figure it out?” I propped my head on my hand, looking down at him as my fingers touched his chest and stomach.

  His eyes turned playful at my comment. “Because I’m a fucking dumbass. That’s why.” His hand reached up to my face, his fingertips gently stroking my cheek. “Then I look at you like this, and all I want to do is take it nice and slow…” With little effort, he was so romantic, like it was just natural to him.

  I pressed my lips to his chest and kissed him, doing something physical to hide the emotion in my heart, the urge to tell him how much my heart belonged to him. All of it, actually.

  His stomach suddenly released a loud growl.

  I lifted my h
ead and looked at him, suppressing my smirk.

  He gave a guilty smile. “You know me. I’m always hungry.”

  “I picked up some sandwiches on the way home. Wanna take a break?”

  “Only if you don’t put on any clothes.”

  “It’s awfully cold when I’m not right next to you.”

  “Alright, you can have my shirt.”

  He pulled on his boxers, and I put on his shirt before we went into the kitchen and grabbed the sandwiches from the fridge. I already knew what to order him because I knew him so well, knew exactly what we liked, so we stood in my kitchen and ate, exchanging looks, him leaning against the counter while I sat on top of one across from him.

  He licked his fingers after he finished one half. “Sex and sandwiches…nice.”

  “Climaxes and clubs…”

  He grinned as he chewed. “Good one, baby.”

  We finished eating then left the paper bag and napkins on the counter. He crossed the small kitchen and came toward me, separating my legs so he could stand between them, his hands moving to my ass so he could position me right against him, my arms around his neck. “As much as I’d like to stay here with you all night, I should head home. Got a long day tomorrow.”

  “I know you do.” I pressed my forehead against his. “Even if you wanted to stay, I wouldn’t let you.” I cared about his commitments more than I cared about the one he made to me. We would never be as important as his work, and I was okay being second best. I loved him because he loved his work, and that was how it would always be, even if it lasted forever. That was the sacrifice I had to make to be with him—and I was okay with it.

  He stared at my lips as he gripped my ass underneath his shirt. “I think I’ll have to fuck you before I go.” He pulled me farther over the edge before he pushed down his boxers and let his cock pop out.

  I eyed his big dick as I tilted myself back, ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me on my kitchen counter. “I’m your woman, so that’s your job.”