Once naked and on the bed, Jennifer could hardly contain herself. She wanted to fuck that gorgeous doctor’s brains out, and she was going to do just that. Jennifer turned her focus on him, kissing his neck down to his muscled chest. She kissed his nipple, taking it into her mouth while her other hand twirled and tweaked the other nipple. His hard chest rose and fell with his steady breathing, a soft sigh spilling out of his mouth.
Jennifer’s kisses returned to the nape of Parker’s neck, his skin delicious, as her hand slid down his flawless physique, sculpted abs, and down further to his rock-hard erection. It was long and thick and hard, a rod. Jennifer grabbed and squeezed, unable to get her hands completely around it.
Jennifer kissed her way down toward his crotch, squeezing and pumping and giving that unyielding yardstick a little twist to his obvious delight. Her lips traced the rising curves of hardened abs, going further toward his abdomen, sleek and strong to the base of his magnificent erection.
Jennifer kissed the base and worked her way up that incredible shaft, kissing around her hand and up toward the head, pumping and squeezing as she reached the head.
She gave that head a lick, already salty and musky on her tongue, delightful as she kissed it and gave it a little nuzzle, curling up to it and purring like a wanton feline.
Jennifer wrapped her lips over her teeth and opened her moth wide to take him in. The head and tip of the shaft slipped into her open mouth, warm and wet and welcoming him in with a dancing tongue, her tongue widening to allow even more room. Jennifer swirled her tongue around his head and the tip of his shaft, dragging it along the big vein running along the undercarriage of that tasty cock, eager to see and feel what it had to deliver.
Jennifer wrapped her mouth around that delicious dong again, opening her throat to take in more of his length, jaws wide to accommodate his girth, one fist closed around his base, the other squeezing and pumping the shaft.
Parker groaned softly, his fingers finding the back of her head, gently and strong.
Jennifer reached under his sack and cradled his balls in her hands, raising them and rolling them deftly in her palm. Parker sighed, grinding his hips as she gave them a very gentle squeeze. Squeeze and pump and suck and lick, Jennifer was cranking him up for an explosive finish that was still a fantastically long way off.
And Jennifer had a hunger for more.
Jennifer climbed onto Parker, on his back looking up at her with a calm smile as she straddled him, one naked leg spayed on each side of his narrow waist. She positioned his head between her engorged lips and slipped over it just a bit, enough to keep her purchase on it while she leaned forward, fingers splayed, hands pressing into his ribcage. She lowered herself slowly onto him, clenching down on the first few inches and grinding in a circular pattern. Jennifer leaned one way and then the other, wondrous new pressure delighting them both before she went down a bit further, starting an up-and-down piston motion on that upraised rod, pelvis shifting subtly to accentuate the pressure in just the right spots.
Parker’s hands found her hips, resting on them with a sense of gentle command. Jennifer started pumping a bit faster, going down a little deeper as she cranked her pelvis down on Parker’s unrelenting rod.
Parker’s hips ground in concert with her own, each doing their part to create the perfect combination of control and chaos. But control was ebbing fast, and chaos was beginning to flow through her, through them both, from him into her with that straight, thick stick, a conduit of power and energy that seemed to make her stronger with every stroke.
Jennifer went down faster, swirling her hips as her legs dropped her down and pushed her up; and down and ‘round and ‘round with that swirling cock touching off clusters of nerves just under her hidden surfaces.
Parker gave her a hard, sudden slap, the little pain shooting up through her loins, up into her lung. A loving little moan leaked out of Jennifer’s throat, punctuated with a squeak as Parker kneaded her ass cheek with those long, strong fingers.
Slap! The second was even harder and stung more than the first, a vibration humming down her legs, muscles twitching, toes clenched. He kneaded that cheek even harder too, digging his fingers deeper into her soft flesh.
Her orgasm responded without a hope of being able to refuse, suddenly stirring and hot, waking from its place of rest to come out and grow, preparing for an assault on her senses from within.
And that wondrous pain inspired Jennifer to drop down harder, hips wiggling and legs bringing her up and down faster, pelvis tilting just so. Jennifer looked down at that gorgeous man beneath her, riding him like some wild animal, some lean and taught creature, raising up beneath her, Jennifer riding up and down with his strong and commanding motions.
Jennifer dropped down faster and harder, Parker bucking and pushing up with greater verve and energy, shaking his hips to send a crazy arousal through her body, a lump rising in her throat.
Her orgasm stretched out and recoiled, a suddenly chaotic vibration that shook her hips as it grew stronger and prepared to overwhelm her.
Parker reached up and cupped her breasts, bouncing free and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He flicked her nipples, taking them between her fingers and giving them a gentle pull and rub. Jennifer bit her lower lip, eyes dipping shut as she ground down fast and hard, strokes seeming to come in every direction, sweet chaos overcoming her craving for discipline.
She’d keep that for another time.
He squeezed and rubbed and bucked, Jennifer grinding and pumping, leaning forward on her rigid arms, fingers digging into his rock-hard pecs.
Pump and grind and wiggle and squirm and clamp and squeeze and pound, the energy was too much for Jennifer to resist. There was only one way to express it, and that expression came fast and hard from inside her, shaking her whole body as it burst in a release of pent-up passion. He seemed to sense it, pumping up into her as she sat on him, humming and bobbing on that cock as her orgasm raged, rolling on itself, feeding on itself, eclipsing itself.
With another hard slap and squeeze, fingers hard on her backside, his hips jutted forward again, and Jennifer knew he was cumming too. She could feel his meat flex and spasm, pulling and clamping and milking that awesome cock with every muscle in her lower body. Their bodies were rigid, trembling, and finally began to unwind with the moment, the two of them relaxing in each other’s arms.
They lay there, Jennifer resting her head on his chest, twirling her fingers over his nipples. She couldn’t even think of the repercussions of what they’d done. She didn’t want to think about the fantastical things she was already thinking; imagining a life together, weddings and children like some lovestruck schoolchild.
CHAPTER NINE
The next morning Jennifer and Parker dressed in a tender but awkward silence, walking out through the front door to the parking lot, where Parker’s car was parked. Jennifer was startled just a bit to see Tony Valletti, tall and muscular and dressed in his workout clothes, carrying a duffle bag marked Gold’s Gym.
Jennifer stood there in front of her condo with Parker, awkward in a way that Parker didn’t seem to feel.
Tony said, “Jennifer … morning …” He looked at Parker standing next to her, nodding slightly. “Hey.”
“Good morning,” Parker said with his easy air and a little point of his finger. “Doctor Parker Stone.”
“Tony Valletti,” Tony said with a little nod. They all stood in that tension, Jennifer not sure how to disengage gracefully. “So, you’re a …?”
“Surgeon,” Parker said. “You?”
“Nope,” Tony said, turning his attention to Jennifer. “So, um, guess I’ll see you ‘round.”
“Yeah,” Jennifer said, pressing a smile. “See ya.” She turned to walk away with Parker. But she could feel Tony watching, glaring at her as they headed for Parker’s car.
“Nice guy,” Parker said.
“I guess,” Jennifer replied, biting her lower lip and worrying about what she should say.
“I don’t really know him, um, that well.”
They arrived at Parker’s Tesla and stopped by the car for another kiss. Jennifer tried not to show how troubled she was, but Parker seemed to notice it.
He said, “Having regrets?”
“Oh no, God no,” Jennifer said a bit too quickly and much too sincerely. “But … is this going to … y’know, complicate things?”
“Does it have to?”
Jennifer felt herself slump a bit. She’d known this could be the result of a night with Dr. Parker Stone. But she was hoping this wouldn’t be like the arrangement she had with Tony, or had up until that point.
She didn’t want to go back to Tony, not after last night with Parker.
So Jennifer said, “No, I … I guess not.”
Parker looked deeper into her face, taking in her obviously saddened expression. “What’s wrong? I thought you said no regrets?”
“No, it’s, I mean, we’re adults and all that, I know, I know. Thanks for a good time, gimme a call sometime, I know how it is.”
“And how is it?”
After a tense pause, Jennifer sighed and slumped a bit further. “That this was just a … a fling, a wild moment and that’s all.”
“A wild moment it certainly was.”
“A night of passion —”
“So much passion,” Parker said.
“ — And all that blah blah blah.”
“Infinite blah blah blah.”
Jennifer said, “I get it.”
“You do?”
“I guess it was never going to work out anyway.”
“No?”
“All the complications at work,” Jennifer went on, “my father —”
“Yes.”
“This problem with the ACA policies —”
“Very complicated,” Parker said.
“Everything that’s coming … it could be disastrous.”
“Earth-shattering.”
“That’s right!”
“Is it?”
Jennifer’s imagination scrambled for an answer. “Well, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so, no.”
Jennifer kept scrambling. “You … but … what? You don’t?” He shook his head. “Why not?”
Parker smiled.
“Like I said,” Parker said, pulling her close, “it’s a matter of perspective. Things are tough at the hospital, that’s true —”
“And about to get worse —”
“Probably, yes. But together, we can do more than we could have done separately. And now, well, we can work even more closely together.”
“Shin Xu will freak out.”
“It’s none of her business, Jennifer. And while I’m not going to lie to anyone about it, or about anything, there’s no reason we have to advertise about it either.”
“No?”
“Of course not. It’s our workplace, Jennifer. I think it’s only a matter of mutual respect, and respect for our workplace itself, our colleagues and our patients, not to, y’know, spread it around.”
Jennifer felt a great sense of relief, a sigh spilling out of her that seemed to take so much of her remaining tension along with it. “I … I’m worried about how I’ll be perceived, how we’ll be perceived.”
“I understand that,” he said gently. “Though we are both single, and neither works directly for the other, and you must know it happens all the time —”
“You do this all the time?”
Parker chuckled. “You know that’s not true. And in case you don’t know, it’s not true … for me. I meant, in the industry.”
But Jennifer did know, and she was relieved to hear that Parker wasn’t one of those rascal surgeons she’d seen so much of.
“So I’m going to go home, clean up, and go to work. You do the same, and we’ll see each other later. And it’ll all be fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah … perspective.”
“Perspective,” she repeated.
“Yeah?”
Jennifer smiled. “Yeah.”
Parker turned the engine over and Jennifer stepped back to let him pull out of the parking lot and then out to the street. She watched him drive off, amazed at his incredibly gentle but precise insight. He had experience she didn’t have yet, but wanted and needed … and fast.
CHAPTER TEN
Jennifer’s stomach turned when she drove up to the front entrance of Flowerhill General just an hour later, the signs visible above the small crowd. They didn’t seem to be much more than a dozen people, but it wasn't a good omen.
Jennifer flashed back to the misery at Rocky Mountain General back in Denver, Colorado. She’d dreaded it happening again, but it had seemed inevitable. Still, it was happening faster than she’d expected, which was an even worse sign.
She drove a wide route far from the entrance, keeping her eyes on the crowd gathered around the entrance, trying to decipher the scrawl on the signs.
Screeching breaks grabbed Jennifer’s attention, her feet instinctively slamming onto the break pedal of her own car, the big machine lurching to a stop around her. Stomach turning and heart racing, Jennifer looked up to see somebody she didn’t recognize in a car in another aisle of the parking lot, perpendicular to her, inches from a collision. The other driver, a middle-aged woman, was snarling at her from the other car before driving around her and onward to a safe distance. She shouted out of her car, “Wake up, you dummy!”
Jennifer sat there behind the wheel, suddenly nervous, palms clammy, overwhelmed where she should have been in complete control.
Take it easy, Jennifer, for chrissake!
Jennifer took a deep breath and slowly pushed her foot down on the gas, pushing her car toward the employee parking. Jennifer drove into the subterranean parking lot where the employee’s section was, driving up three levels to the least convenient spots. She parked and got out of the car, the lot quiet and creepy around her. Jennifer looked around, certain she was alone before locking the door and walking across the lot floor to the hospital.
Jennifer’s footsteps echoed in the concrete parking lot, other sounds echoing from uncertain locations. Something louder got her attention, a clanging, but she couldn’t be sure what it was or whether or not she should be concerned.
Don’t think about it, Jennifer told herself, just get into the hospital!
Jennifer kept walking, silence surrounding her but for her own footsteps, echoing in a steady series of clacks in the concrete chamber. A cat shrieked behind her, Jennifer spinning and looking around, the parking lot just as empty behind her as it was in front of her.
Just some stray cat somewhere, Jennifer told herself. Don’t be ridiculous, now turn around and move!
Jennifer turned to do just that, walking quickly but not running. The hospital came up ahead, but it seemed to get further away the faster she walked toward it. And that gave her altogether too much time to think about who wasn’t in that garage with her.
A lot of people could have seen me on the television back in Colorado. I didn’t even think about that! And what about that dream? I’m sure that was just … a dream, had to be! Still, now they’re protesting here? It’s too weird! Not that I can mention it to Parker or Dad, they’d both think I’m off my rocker, and they’d probably be right.
But a few other sounds in the parking lot got her attention, making Jennifer’s heart beat a bit faster. There was definitely another set of boots in that wide, low parking layer, heavy footsteps moving faster in that gray, concrete maze.
Jennifer stopped and looked around. “Who’s there? Is there somebody there?” The footsteps kept up, but that was her only answer. Jennifer’s heart was beating faster, mouth getting dry as she scanned the level. Could be coming from the level above or below, Jennifer told herself. Just get into the building, it’s not far now!
Jennifer headed off again, walking faster toward the hospital building. But the other footsteps returned, and there was more than one pair, getting louder and
moving faster as Jennifer approached the double doors, getting closer, footsteps louder behind her. Jennifer walked faster still, footsteps filling the chamber around her.
Then a man stepped out in front of her and turned to block her path. Jennifer gaped and stopped in fear, a moment needed to refocus on who and what was happening around her. The guard was familiar, leather belt and baton and other gear, as near to a cop as she was going to get.
“Oh, right,” Jennifer said, trying to disguise her fear as it quickly wound down. She looked back to see nobody behind her, then back at the beefy fellow, young but his faint blond hairline already receding. “Oh, Wilkes, hello.”
The security guard, Willie Wilkes, nodded as he stood his ground; fat legs splayed, hands on that big belt. “That’s right,” he said in a slightly Southern accent Jennifer couldn’t quite place and didn’t care to. “You gave me a good talkin’-to ‘bout the bums.”
“The … the vagrants, yes. Any … um, any progress with that?”
After a long, mean minute, Willie Wilkes coughing and spitting the wad to the concrete floor before wiping his chin. “They come and go, Miss Carlisle, like I told ya.”
“Right,” Jennifer said, “well, there you go. So, keep up the good work.” Jennifer walked up to and past him, but Willie stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Jennifer stopped, her heart beating faster.
She asked him in a sterner tone, “Is there a problem?”
After a threatening silence, he answered, “I was gonna ask you.” He looked around behind her. “You were running?”
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