Doctor's Orders (Complete Series)

by Lilian Monroe

  “You’re the boss, kiddo.”

  The three of us head into the dining room. I get a couple glasses of wine for Emma and me and then dish up some plates. We all sit down together.

  “So, Gracie, your dad tells me you’re in a play.”

  “He told you?”

  Emma winks, “Of course.”

  Gracie’s eyes light up. She starts telling Emma all about the play, her lines, the other schoolkids. I watch the two of them talking and can’t help but feel my heart growing in my chest.

  Emma talks to Gracie like she’s an adult, having a real conversation with her and asking her questions. I smile as I dig in into my dinner. Nothing annoys me more than when people ignore children or think they’re not worth talking to. Emma seems to get that and she’s totally engrossed in what Gracie is saying.

  “Are you nervous at all? About being up on stage?”

  Gracie cocks her head, fork hanging halfway between the plate and her mouth. “Umm… nope! Not yet.” The fork makes it to her mouth and she chews in contentment.

  We finish eating and clear the table together. The three of us head to the living room and I put on an episode of Planet Earth. Gracie sits in the chair to the left where I usually sit. I glance at her but she ignores me, so Emma and I sit together on the long sofa. That kid is clever – too clever.

  David Attenborough’s voice lulls us all into a state of calm. Emma snuggles into me and I put my arm around her. Gracie is totally engrossed in the TV, ignoring us on the couch. I turn my head and place a gentle kiss on the top of Emma’s head. She leans into me slightly as if to thank me for the kiss.

  I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt so at home in my own house.

  39

  Emma

  Elliot sends Gracie up to bed and then pours us two more glasses of wine. I clink my glass against his and then take a sip.

  “I’ve had a really nice evening, Elliot. Gracie is such a good kid.”

  Elliot smiles. “It’s been nice having you here,” he responds.

  “I’ll admit I was really nervous all afternoon. I kept panicking that Gracie wouldn’t like me.”

  Elliot chuckles. “That’s cute. I knew she’d love you.”

  “She’s lucky to have a dad like you.”

  “Sometimes I’m not so sure about that,” Elliot responds as his eyes drift off into the distance. “I’m always second guessing myself when it comes to parenting.”

  “I think that’s normal,” I respond.

  We sit back down on the couch and I fold my legs underneath me. I look at the man sitting next to me on the sofa. He’s strong and muscular, incredibly handsome, and as I get to know him, I keep finding things out that surprise me. Brilliant plastic surgeon, of course. Dedicated father, good cook, great sense of humor. My heart feels full to the brim.

  I want to open up to him. I want to tell him everything about what I saw in the files, about Victor, about my father and his gambling, his debts.

  Gambling.

  I look at Elliot over another sip of wine and wonder if he would ever tell me about his gambling. I want to ask him, I’ve always been a straightforward person, but I know I can’t. If I ask him, he’ll know I heard his conversation, and he might ask me about the files. It’s too soon. I need to know more. I need to know where he stands before I can tell him about my problems.

  He trails his fingers down my leg and grabs my foot, giving it a gentle rub. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his massage, leaning back into the cushions as I relax completely. I trust this man. I don’t know what it is about him, but I know I can trust him.

  It’s just – these debts and the threats that come with them – that’s too big. It’s too risky. I can’t tell anyone. If I tell him I’m not only endangering myself but I’m endangering him, not to mention Val or anyone else I care about.

  I need to sort this out on my own.

  His hand travels up my calf, massaging gently on the way. His fingers slip underneath the hem of my dress up to my thigh and I feel the warmth growing between my legs. All it takes is one touch from him and I’m already consumed with desire.

  All my worries fade from my mind as I focus on the sensation of his hand on my legs. I look up at his face and see the same desire reflected there. His eyelids are low, gaze traveling up and down my body. His hand grips my thigh a bit harder, forcing my legs apart slightly as he slides his warm hand further up.

  I lean into his touch, letting my body relax as the warmth of his hands travels up my legs, igniting a fire in my core. His hands move further up, thumbs just brushing my lower lips. A breath escapes my open lips as a shiver passes straight through my body. He groans when he feels me tremble.

  “Are you sure, Elliot? I mean... Here?” I think of Gracie upstairs in bed only a short while ago.

  “Just keep your voice down, if you can,” he growls at me with a smile playing in his eyes. I don’t want to argue, I just want him to keep touching me.

  His fingers reach up higher, curling around my panties and diving between my lips. My slit is already drenched with desire and he groans again when he feels my wetness. His fingers move faster, up and down and then up and around my clit. I let my legs fall further open, flipping my dress up around my waist.

  Without warning, Elliot grabs my panties and rips them down my legs. He puts his hands on my thighs and grips them tight, spreading my legs open. His face dives down to my slit and I hear him groan as he tastes me. My eyes close and my mouth falls open. I can’t think of anything except the movement of his tongue and the warmth that’s spreading between my legs.

  I tangle my fingers into his hair and buck my hips against him. My clit is budding up toward his tongue, pulsing with every heartbeat. Elliot slips a finger into my opening and I feel my walls contract around it. I move my hips up to his mouth, toward his fingers. Needing more of him.

  “I want you,” I pant.

  “Just enjoy it,” he responds, lifting his head for a moment before plunging back down. His fingers reach inside me and touch my most sensitive spot, making my back arch as a shiver runs down my spine. My legs are trembling, my hands are gripping anything that they come in contact with.

  His mouth is insistent, licking and sucking and kissing me as his fingers work in and out of me. I feel the pressure building in my core and I know my orgasm is building. With every flick of his tongue I inch closer to the edge. His hands feel electric, warm, hot with desire. His mouth covers my slit and envelopes me with his passion.

  Suddenly I feel it. The slow build turns into a crescendo and then explodes through my body. I bite the couch cushion to stifle my moan as my back arches and my body convulses. My walls clamp down on his fingers as my hips buck, unable to stay still as the orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave.

  He keeps going, not letting go of me or moving his mouth off my bud until my body flops down and the convulsions stop. My orgasm dies down and finally Elliot lifts his head. He grins up at me and lays a gentle kiss on my thigh.

  “You taste amazing,” he breathes.

  He sits back and I see the huge bulge in his pants. I’ve never been with a man who’s so turned on by me and so turned on by pleasuring me. I take a few breaths to compose myself before shifting toward him and placing a hand on the hard cock in his pants.

  40

  Elliot

  I already feel like I want to explode. Emma’s flavor is on my lips and my tongue and it’s driving me wild. She crawls over the sofa to me. Her hair is messy and her skin is glistening.

  I love making her come. Her body arches and contracts and all I want to do is watch the pleasure course through her body. She tastes salty and sweet and I could just eat her for hours. She comes over and leans against me as I put my arm around her. Her hand slides down to my crotch and my cock pulses in response.

  She unbuttons my pants and slides the zipper down. Her hand slides down the front of my boxers and the minute it touches my cock I feel like I’m going to e
rupt. She wraps her fingers around my shaft and starts stroking it gently. I lick my lips and I can still taste her juices on them. A shiver runs down my spine.

  Emma pulls at my pants and I shift my weight to slide them down my legs. She dips her mouth down to my cock but I place a hand on her shoulder.

  “Wait, stop,” I say. She looks up at me, questioning me with her eyes. “I want to be inside you.”

  I can’t wait any longer. Emma grins and turns around, arching her back toward me. I grab a condom from the pockets of my pants. My hands are trembling as I open the crinkling package and roll it onto my hard cock. It feels massive in my hands, bigger than I’ve ever felt it.

  Emma kneels on the sofa and hikes her dress up higher. Her ass looks amazing. I run my hands over the curve of her hip, her ass, her waist as I position myself behind her. My cock is throbbing, yearning for the warmth of her pussy.

  I can’t wait any longer. I push my cock into her opening and feel it stretch as I plunge deeper and deeper into her. She moans softly as my cock enters her, exhaling deeply the further I dive into her. Her walls stretch and widen to accept me, gripping onto my cock tightly as I slide in.

  I’m in ecstasy.

  If I felt like I was going to explode before, I was lying to myself. I’ve never felt anything so good, so tight and warm and wet. I start pumping my hips, speeding up and letting my cock plunge deeper and deeper into her. Emma’s moving her hips, backing into me as I thrust further into her.

  I grab onto her waist and pull her onto my cock. Her walls contract, gripping my shaft tightly and I know I’m about to come. I grunt as we move in sync, my cock pounding into her hard.

  This is where it’s meant to be. I’ve never felt anything as good, as right as my cock diving deep into Emma’s pussy right now. Fuck, it feels good. I don’t want it to stop but I feel the pressure building in my balls as they contract toward my shaft.

  I keep pumping my cock and finally feel the orgasm explode through me, ripping my entire body into a million pieces. I close my eyes and feel the explosion rock through my body, making me convulse as I keep thrusting into her. I keep coming and coming, more than I could have imagined. I fill the condom as I push myself into her one more time, groaning with pleasure.

  Now I’m the one in a daze, collapsed on the couch with a sheen of sweat all over me. My shirt is clinging to my body and I try to catch my breath. I tie off the condom and throw it out, collapsing again next to Emma.

  She snuggles into me and I wrap my arms around her. Whatever happens at work, whatever happens outside this house, it doesn’t matter. I know I need to be with her. She makes me feel whole, and I don’t want to let that go. I’m falling for this woman, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

  41

  Emma

  I left Elliot’s house late last night, and I’m feeling it this morning. I don’t care though. It was worth it. My whole body is tired but at the same time I feel electrified. I can’t stop smiling when I get into work.

  “What’s with you, good night last night?” Dave is standing in the break room when I walk in. I can’t help but blush.

  “Oh you know, the usual.” I’m trying to keep my voice steady, trying to keep the smile from creeping onto my face. Dave smirks.

  “The usual, hmm? I wish my usual was like yours,” he laughs. I laugh with him and grab my coffee, practically running back to my desk.

  I don’t remember the last time I felt this good. Months, maybe more. I’ve had boyfriends, or lovers, or whatever you want to call them, but none of them have made me feel the way Elliot does. He makes me feel safe. I’m at home wherever he is. It’s exciting being with him.

  Ever since my father died, I haven’t been able to find any joy going out or talking to guys. And now, with him, it all feels like it’s falling into place. The way he looks at me makes me feel like a queen, like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. I don’t know if I’ve ever had anyone else look at me that way.

  The front door opens and Elliot walks through. His hair is tousled and his muscular body is showcased perfectly by his shirt. I can see the biceps that were wrapped around me last night and I feel the familiar warmth in the pit of my stomach. He flashes me a smile.

  “Morning, you,” he says in a low voice as he gets closer. “Missed you this morning.”

  “Me too,” I respond as my heart flutters. I wanted to sleep over but couldn’t, not with Gracie there. It’s all well and good to come over for dinner but it’s too soon for me to be waking up with them.

  “You want to come over tonight again? Gracie couldn’t stop talking about you this morning, she said she wants to make you her famous brownies tonight.”

  I laugh. “Sounds perfect, I’d love to. I do love brownies,” I say with a grin.

  For the next week, I can’t stop smiling. Almost every night I go to Elliot’s house and every morning I look forward to seeing him walk in the door at work. On the weekend we go to the park with Gracie, or we go for ice cream together. I help her with her lines for the play. I can’t believe how seamlessly I’ve slipped into family life with them. It feels good and right to be with the two of them.

  Gracie is feisty. She jumps into Elliot’s arms and I watch them twirl and laugh with each other and I feel so lucky to be a part of it, no matter how small my part may be. We spend the evenings together in the living room and I get to know the both of them.

  I’m happy.

  At work, Elliot and I steal sweet moments together. It’s the touch of his hand on my hip when he’s moving by me in the break room, or the half smile he gives me when he walks by my desk. I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I hear his voice or see him coming toward me. The darkness I saw before, the quiet, sulky jerk – I see right through it now. He’s private and solitary, but he’s kind. And generous. And incredibly sexy.

  I think Dave knows, but I don’t care. He’s caught us exchanging glances and given me a knowing eyebrow raise. I just laugh it off and walk away, and he laughs with me. Ask me three weeks ago and I would have said No Way. But now I can’t imagine my days without Elliot in them, and I can’t imagine my quiet evenings without Gracie.

  Dr. Yates seems to have cooled off. The hard gaze and questioning looks have disappeared and been replaced with the friendly small talk that I got used to when I first started. I still need to ask him for that letter, I’m just waiting for the right time.

  By ‘waiting for the right time’ I mean the thought of asking him for anything makes me incredibly nervous. I’ve been putting it off. It’s been too nice to have a week full of happiness with Gracie and Elliot, I haven’t even brought myself to think of Victor or the debt.

  It’s another Monday morning and I’m humming to myself at my desk when reality comes crashing down, in the form of the blonde bombshell with the overconfident strut. Melodie Sanders.

  She walks in the door and my mood darkens. Elliot still hasn’t mentioned her, and I haven’t asked. She doesn’t even speak to me this time, only waves her hand and walks past me down the hall. I watch as she knocks twice and Elliot’s door opens wordlessly, swallowing her inside.

  My heart hammers as I get up from my chair. I follow in her footsteps down the hallway, heart beating harder and harder with every step. I get to his door and I raise my hand, ready to knock. I pause. What am I even doing? What would I say? Why am I here?

  I shake my head. I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of them. She’s a client, nothing more. I’m being jealous and irrational. This is ridiculous.

  Instead, I glance down the hall and decide to do what I’ve been putting off for a week. I need to ask Dr. Yates for that reference letter. I need to get my mind off the gorgeous blonde in that room alone with Elliot, and this needs to get done anyway.

  I take a few more steps and knock on Dr. Yates’ door.

  “Come in,” comes the voice through the door. I take a deep breath and turn the knob, stepping through to his office.

  42


  Emma

  “Hi Dr. Yates,” I start, standing awkwardly by the door. He looks up at me silently. I take another deep breath. “I just wanted to say that I hope I hadn’t overstepped any boundaries with the filing project two weeks ago. I realize I’ve been hired as a receptionist and you have an established system. It was never my intention to disrupt anything.”

  Dr. Yates leans back in his chair, studying me. His furry eyebrows inch closer together ever so slightly, but he says nothing. I will myself to stay still, to dip my chin down and try to look as innocent as possible.

  Wait, is this making me look more guilty? Like I’m trying to hide the fact that I know something is up? How do I make myself look innocent? He lets me stand there, cheeks burning, trying not to fidget, for what seems like an eternity. Finally he speaks.

  “That’s all right, Emma. Like I said, I always like to see people showing initiative. You didn’t overstep any boundaries. You’ve done us a favor. I’ve been wanting to archive those files for years.”

  His face is unreadable, and his voice is completely steady. I know I can’t trust him and he’s not giving any hints as to what he’s thinking. I’m walking a delicate line.

  “I’m glad to hear that. If there’s anything else I can do, please let me know.”

  He nods and looks back down to the file on his desk. I take a deep breath and speak again.

  “Dr. Yates, I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” I start. He looks up from his files and folds his hands on his desk. “I’ve been wanting to ask you if you’d give me a reference for a bank loan. They’ve asked for confirmation that I’m employed, so all I need is a letter on the company letterhead stating my salary.”

  I stand there, trying not to fidget under his gaze. Is he going to ask me what the loan is for? I haven’t even thought of what I would say. My heart starts beating. Mortgage? Car? What else do people get loans for?