Doctor's Orders (Complete Series)

by Lilian Monroe

  “Thank you for the great introduction, Steve. You’re right, we’ve been changing the way we do rhinoplasties for the past two years and today I’m going to show you the results we’ve been able to achieve. You’ll see that recovery times are shortened, scarring is minimal, and aesthetic results are greatly improved with the new techniques.”

  I click to the next slide and the rest of the presentation is a blur. The applause when I finish roars in my ears and I make my way back to my seat as quickly as I can. I’m in a daze. Public speaking is not my forte, but it sounds like it went all right. I’m just glad it’s over.

  I feel a hand slide onto my thigh, its warmth radiating through the fabric of my pants. It slides up slightly and Emma’s smell fills my nostrils. I feel her head come nearer to my ear and I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her closeness.

  “You were amazing,” she whispers. I glance over at her and see the clarity in her eyes. She’s smiling tentatively and I can tell she’s telling the truth. I smile back.

  “Thank you,” I whisper back to her. I want to thank her for everything: for being here with me, for making me laugh, for helping me with the slides and with the speech, for making me feel alive. Instead all I can do is look at her. I notice that her brown eyes have little speckles of yellow in them, and she has a spattering of freckles across her nose that I’d never seen before.

  “Come with me,” I breathe into her ear. She looks at me with a questioning look but says nothing, only pushes her chair back when I do. We weave our way through the round tables to the back of the room while the MC makes a lame joke. There’s a smattering of polite laughter but all I can think about is Emma and getting out of this room.

  I lead her through the lobby and down a hallway to the left.

  “Where are we going?” she whispers, taking short, quick steps to keep up with me. I realize I’m holding her hand and it feels like the most natural way for us to be.

  “I’m not sure,” I admit. Then I see an open door to a dark room. It’s empty, with chairs stacked all along the outside wall. I duck in and look around before pulling Emma in with me. Closing the door, I turn to her and push my body closer to her. She backs up against the wall, with my palms splayed out on either side of her head. I can feel her breasts pressed up against my chest, her legs close to mine. I wrap one arm around her body and I feel the way her back arches.

  Finally, finally, finally. My hands are on her. I can feel her body next to mine, I can explore every inch of it with my hands. She’s doing the same. Her hands find my chest, my neck, they tangle into my hair.

  My heart is thumping, roaring like a tidal wave in my ears. I don’t know what I’m doing, my body is acting on its own. I need her. I need to taste her, to touch her, to feel her body pressed up against mine. With fireworks exploding inside my chest, my head dips down and I crush my lips against hers. Her mouth is pillowy soft and it tastes better than I’d imagined. Her tongue slips between my lips to find mine and another wave of heat burns through me.

  This is more than a kiss, more than an embrace. It’s pure passion. Pure desire. Our bodies are pressed together as I push her up against the wall and kiss her harder. My hand trails up the side of her body and my fingers wrap themselves around her curls. A soft moan escapes her lips and I think I might pass out. All the blood in my body is heading straight for my rock hard cock.

  Time stops and all that exists is her and me. Her lips and mine. Her body and my body, melting together. There’s too much clothing in the way, too much fabric stopping me from feeling her skin and tasting it. I want all of her.

  I pull my head back and look into her eyes. They’re shining brightly and I can still see the specks of yellow in the dim light.

  “Wow,” she breathes. Our foreheads touch and I close my eyes, never wanting this moment to end.

  22

  Emma

  The next few minutes are a blur. My head is spinning. What just happened? That was exhilarating and exciting, it felt so good to be in his arms. Elliot leads me back down the hallway and out the front door. I glance around, trying to walk as casually as possible while hurrying to get alone with him. The sun is blinding, but it just adds to the overload of stimuli that is assaulting my senses. His hand in mine is warm and comforting, the heat of his body next to mine is like an inferno. My lips feel empty without his on them, and an aching need between my legs is building with every second that goes by.

  All I want to do is wrap myself around him and feel his skin on mine. I want him to undress me and then sheathe his cock so deep inside me it makes me scream. I want so many things they’re whirling around in my head and I can hardly focus on putting one step in front of the other.

  We stumble back to our hotel and into his room. The second the door closes, his arms are around my body and his lips are all over mine. His tongue dips into my mouth and I press myself into him, feeling the heat in my core burning hotter with every second that goes by.

  This is so wrong, but so, so right. My hands find his chest, his neck, his shoulders. I let them roam all over him and finally feel the muscular, broad body I’ve been staring at for two weeks. I claw at his shirt, almost ripping the buttons off as I take it off him. I push it off his huge shoulders and finally let my fingers trail over his bare skin.

  The electricity of his skin makes my head spin. My fingers sizzle when I run them down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I look up at him, at his blue eyes rimmed with dark lashes and feel the wetness gathering between my legs. His eyes are half-closed, staring at me, through me, into me. Suddenly we’re still, just looking at each other. His hands move from my hips up my sides and rest on my ribs. He grabs both breasts and squeezes them as I close my eyes and let out a sigh.

  It’s his turn to undress me. Where I was insistent, clawing, and passionate, Elliot takes his time. His hands trail from my breasts up to the neckline of my burgundy dress. I feel his hands on my neck as he feels for the zipper down my back. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his hands on my shoulders, my neck, my chest. Everywhere he touched screams for him.

  Suddenly, Elliot grabs my shoulders and turns me around. My hands fly up against the door so I can support myself. He’s got one hand on my waist and the other is unzipping me, from my neck down to the top of my ass. He runs his fingers down the opening, feeling my bare skin, and then slips the dress over my shoulders. His hands run down my arms, pushing the fabric down with them until he gets to my hips. I can feel him pushing himself against me as he grabs the bundle of fabric and works it over my wide hips.

  The dress puddles on the ground and his hands roam over my bare skin. I’m wearing nothing but a matching set of red bra and panties. He runs his fingers back up my stomach to cup my breasts again, and I lean back against his chest. He growls, and the ache inside me grows. I need him.

  As if he can read my mind, Elliot unclips the bra in an expert motion and lets it drop to the ground with my dress. He presses himself into me as I lean against my hands on the door. I arch my back, pressing my ass into his body. I can feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and it’s driving me absolutely insane. He’s growling softly as he explores every curve of my body. A soft kiss lands on the back of my neck and suddenly his entire body is pressed up against me. I moan gently as his body melts into mine. Elliot grinds his hips slowly as I do, and I gasp at the thought of what’s to come.

  I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can barely see or breathe. My heart is beating so hard and the heat of desire is burning up inside me. I turn around and our lips devour each other again. His hands run down my spine leaving a trail of sparks as his fingertips graze over my skin. The heat in my center explodes as my desire reaches a feverish peak. It’s like an itch begging to be scratched, or an insatiable craving gnawing at the pit of my stomach. An emptiness needing to be filled.

  Elliot lets out a soft sigh. He stares at me with those piercing blue eyes of his and shakes his head, trailing his thumb over my bottom lip
.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he growls. Instead of answering, I curl my lips around his thumb and gently suckle on it. He closes his eyes and gasps.

  Then, before I know what’s happening, Elliot grabs my waist and pulls me to the bed. He spins me around and my calves hit the edge of the bed. I sink down into it, with his body pressing over mine. Our lips are locked together and my hands are wrapped into his hair. I can feel his skin pressing against mine and it’s sending shockwaves through my body. My nipples are hard, pressing into his chest as he sinks down on top of me.

  My heart is hammering a million miles an hour, the heat in my core is an inferno. My hands scratch down his back as he kisses me a thousand times. I grasp at the waistband of his pants, wanting–no–needing him to be as naked as I am. He drops his pants to the ground and straddles my leg with his. I feel his fingertips tucking into my panties until he rips them down my legs.

  He stands at the edge of the bed, admiring my naked body. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so desirable as right this minute, watching the way he’s looking at me. I bring my hands up my sides and onto my breasts, playfully pinching my already hard nipples. He groans and leans over, putting a hand on either side of my head. I grab his underwear and push it down his legs. Finally, his cock springs free and I gasp. It’s much, much bigger than I’d anticipated. Elliot growls and grabs his cock in his hand before leaning down against me.

  The feeling of his rod pressed up against my hip is sending me wild. The wetness in my folds is just one sign of my frantic desire. My heartbeat, shortness of breath, tingling throughout my body–it’s all screaming for him. In a second, I’ll be screaming for him too. I glance down at his cock and let out another soft sigh as the throbbing need for him inside me grows more insistent.

  His head dips down and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. It sends a thrill straight down between my legs as he nips it and swirls it in his mouth. I groan.

  “I want you,” I whisper breathlessly into his ear. He lifts his head and holds my gaze with his icy blue eyes. In them, I see the electric heat of desire. Without a word, he leans down to his pants and pulls out a condom. In a smooth motion he has it out of the crinkling packaging and slides it onto his hard cock.

  With one hand on my waist and the other gripping his huge cock, Elliot places himself at my entrance. Then, as I spread my legs and tilt my hips to accept him, he pauses. I open my eyes and look up at him, wordlessly pleading him to give me what I need.

  Instead he moves his hand from my waist to my mound and finds my bud. His thumb circles it slowly, making the pressure behind it build with fierce intensity. He circles and flicks his thumb and he grinds the tip of his cock up and down my slit. I moan, the heat in my core building and building with every movement. I can hardly take it anymore.

  Without warning he plunges his sheathed cock deep inside me. My back arches and my eyes close, seeing fireworks explode behind my eyelids. The heat that was building inside me grows even hotter. His cock stretches me, pushing deep inside until my walls stretch to accept him. It’s more than I could have imagined. I’m filled with him more completely than I ever imagined, and every nerve in my body is gasping with me. I moan as he pulls his cock out and then dives deeper inside me. I can feel myself inch closer and closer to the edge.

  His thumb finds my bud again and my hands reach down to grab his hips, his thighs, his ass, anything I can grab onto. I’m frantic, pleading, delirious with pleasure. His hand works in tandem with the grinding of his cock until the ball of heat inside me becomes too much.

  My orgasm explodes through me and in an instant, I’m hurling into the abyss. My body is no longer my own. My walls are convulsing around his thick cock as my back arches and a scream leaves my lips. I’m screaming his name, over and over and over again as he drives his hard cock deeper inside me.

  The sparks flying off my skin are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. His cock is hard, hot, insistent as he plunges it deeper and deeper into me, driving me further and further into my orgasm. I grab at the sheets, at the pillows, I bite my lip and feel myself contracting around him. My legs squeeze his waist until he’s deeper than he was before. I feel him get even bigger than he was and he drives into me one more time, letting out a guttural, animalistic grunt.

  I can feel his seed pumping into the condom inside me and I moan in satisfaction. He looks at me with fire in his eyes as he thrusts into me again. I grab his hips and pull him deeper as he grunts and shivers. Finally he stops, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. Elliot collapses on top of me, his skin colliding with mine. A thin film of sweat covers us both as we lay there unable to speak. All I can do is pant, breathe, recover.

  23

  Elliot

  Emma’s chest is rising and falling in a peaceful, rhythmic motion as she sleeps. Our legs are intertwined and her head is resting in the crook of my shoulder. It feels natural and serene to be here like this with her. I haven’t had a woman in my arms since Chloe, and I never thought I’d have another one until Gracie was all grown up and gone from home.

  Gracie.

  A pain passes through my heart when I think of her. I feel like I’m doing her wrong, like I’m going behind her back or hiding something from her. I haven’t even thought of her once since I left. What kind of father am I?

  I came here and not only did I indulge in my lust for Emma, but I acted on it. It’s so beyond inappropriate, on both a professional and a personal level that shame starts growing in my stomach until my cheeks burn. I’ve broken every rule I’ve set for myself, and for what? To jeopardize my place at the practice and get involved with a coworker? For one afternoon of fun?

  But then, Emma moves and shifts her weight, putting her arm across my chest. She makes a delicate sound and I wonder what she’s dreaming of. The panic inside me subsides and I place a gentle kiss amidst her curls. I can’t help but relax and breathe in deeply, basking in the warmth of her embrace. It’s so comfortable and natural to be here with her. There’s a battle raging inside me but I wonder if I have to feel this way. Gracie herself was asking me about having a girlfriend. Maybe she’s ready now. Maybe I’m ready now.

  Gracie’s only eleven. Not even! She’s still ten, although she loves reminding me how close to eleven she’s getting. I need to separate my own urges with what’s best for my daughter. And it’s definitely not bringing another woman into her life who may leave her, just like her mother. I can’t go through the pain of seeing Gracie lose someone else she cares about.

  Emma’s breath is steady and calm as it washes over my shoulder. It’s like a healing balm for my chaotic thoughts. It feels good, it feels right to be here with her. I know Gracie would like her, they’re just as feisty as each other. Surely it wouldn’t be a bad thing to have a female role model for her?

  How do I even know that Emma would want to see me outside the office? This could just be a one-time thing for her. I’m getting way ahead of myself here. She could just have wanted a little bit of fun during her time away from the city. I don’t know anything about this woman.

  But as soon as the thought crosses my mind, I know it’s not true. The way she looked at me when we first kissed at the conference center, that was more than a one-time thing. It has to be more than a one-time thing. It feels too good to have her in my arms for this to be the only time I get to hold her. Our bodies are made for each other.

  I place another kiss on her head and gently disentangle myself from her limbs. She moans softly and rolls over but doesn’t wake up. I sit up and rummage through my pants on the ground to find my phone. I scroll through until I get to Mabel’s number and head to the bathroom to make the call.

  The old woman answers the phone on the second ring. Her clear, wise voice comes through the earpiece.

  “Elliot, dear. I was wondering when you’d call.”

  I try to speak in a hushed voice so I don’t wake Emma: “The conference went a bit later than expected,” I explain, cr
inging at my lie. “Is Gracie still up?”

  “We just finished dinner, I’ll put her on.”

  I hear my mother-in-law, well, ex-mother-in-law call out to Gracie and within seconds my daughter’s voice comes on. I can’t help but smile as she jumps on the phone, breathless and happy as usual. How that little girl has this much energy is beyond me.

  “Dad! How was your speech? Was it great? Nana and I made a cake.”

  I chuckle. “A cake! First cookies and now a cake. She’s spoiling you,” I reply.

  “She says you must not be feeding me enough because I’m thin enough to blow away in the wind,” Gracie responds. I can hear the grin in her voice. “So I guess I should be eating more cake, right?”

  “Tell your grandmother I’m feeding you plenty,” I respond, trying to hide the smile in my own voice. “How was school today?”

  “It was great. We started rehearsing for the play. Dad, it’s going to be so much fun!”

  I laugh gently and lean against the bathroom counter. Suddenly my heart feels lighter. Gracie is okay, she’s resilient and intelligent, and maybe it would be a good thing to have someone like Emma around. Soon, puberty will come and that’s a whole other kettle of fish that I’m entirely unprepared for. Gracie is still talking about the play and all her lines and how excited she is and I sigh contentedly. I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt this content.

  24

  Emma

  I wake up gently, still recovering from the orgasm that rocked my body and left me with nothing more than shattered limbs and disjointed thoughts. I moan gently as I open my eyes and look over at the clock on the bedside table: nearly 6pm. I turn around to reach for Elliot and realize I’m alone in bed. I frown. I remember his arms wrapped around me. His legs crossed between mine. Our bodies were completely fused as we fell into a deep sleep after coming together.