One Hot Doctor

by Brooks, Sarah J.

  One Hot Doctor

  Sarah J. Brooks

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  More books by Sarah

  About the Author

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  Copyright © 2021 by Sarah J. Brooks

  In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Chapter 1

  Thomas

  “Can we talk?” Cora asks as we burst into her apartment after a heavy kissing session in the elevator.

  Talking is the last thing on my mind. Besides, I know what Cora wants to talk about. A baby. She’s been obsessing over it for the last three weeks. I’ve been hinting at her to drop it, but she’s either ignoring me, or she’s decided to pressure me until I agree. No chance.

  I take her hand and lead her into the bedroom. I shut the door, cup her perfect ass, and angle my mouth over hers. I consume her mouth with mine as she rocks against my cock. I growl into her mouth as pure, raw need grips me. Cora is easily the most passionate woman I’ve ever been with. She’s wild and uninhibited between the sheets.

  “I want you naked.” I draw back and pop open the buttons of her blouse before pulling it over her head. I toss it to the floor before reaching behind Cora’s back to unclasp her bra. She shrugs it loose, and my breath hitches as I take in the sight of Cora’s full breasts.

  “So beautiful.”

  She cups her breasts together and offers them to me. I lower my mouth to take a nipple into my mouth. Cora moans softly, arches her back, and threads her fingers through my hair.

  “Oh God, yes.”

  I love the words that tumble out of Cora’s mouth. I love hearing her beg me to fuck her. No woman has ever inflated my ego as much as Cora does. She makes me feel like the best lover she has ever had.

  I suck each of her nipples, eliciting soft cries from Cora. My cock throbs painfully in my pants, hard with want and desperate to be set free. I lower my head and trail kisses down her belly, inhaling her rosy, musky scent.

  I tug at her sexy joggers and pull them down her firm, curvy hips. Cora’s life revolves around the gym, and her body shows it. She’s lithe and sexy, and she can contort her body in ways I’ve only ever seen in martial arts movies.

  I’m hit by the scent of her arousal as she kicks off the joggers. I forget everything except my carnal need to taste her and lick her juices. I sink my face into her welcoming thighs and push my tongue between the folds of her pussy, nudging them apart. I flatten my tongue and drag it over her clit.

  “Oh God, please, Thomas,” Cora screams.

  I do this over and over again while pumping in and out with one finger. Slurping noises fill the room as I eat her pussy with abandon. Her pussy walls clamp around my finger, and Cora starts to whimper and pull my hair.

  “I’m going to come.”

  I lick her faster and faster and add a second finger, which topples her over the edge. I grin as Cora’s screams fill the air. It’s a good thing that she lives on top of the building, and the gym machines drown out her screams.

  “My turn to take that big cock into my mouth,” Cora says, and I almost come in my pants.

  She pushes me to the bed, and with my help, we pull down my pants and boxers. My cock springs free, and I lie back and close my eyes. Her hands run over my thighs, leaving heat everywhere they touch. I hiss when they wrap around the girth of my cock and then expertly begin to stroke up and down.

  “So huge and beautiful,” Cora murmurs. She drops her hands to the base of my cock and runs her tongue up and down its length. I pump into her hand, impatient to feel the heat of her mouth wrapped around me.

  “Want me to suck your cock, T?” Cora is the only person who shortens my name to T.

  “Fuck yeah.” The words are barely out before she clamps her lips around my cock.

  “Fuck, Cora!”

  Nobody gives head like Cora. I clutch handfuls of her hair as her head bobs up and down, doing things to my cock that should be made illegal. I allow myself to revel in the sensations whirling around my body before gently lifting Cora off my cock.

  “Turn around,” I tell her.

  “I love it when you fuck me from behind,” Cora drawls, batting her eyelashes and staring at me with her gorgeous leaf-green eyes.

  If only I were capable of deeper emotions, I’d have definitely fallen in love with Cora. She’s everything that a man would want in a woman. She’s sexy, passionate, loves fitness almost obsessively as I do, and likes to have fun. We just met at the wrong time.

  “I know you do.”

  She turns around, and I run a finger down her spine, all the way to the crack of her curvy ass. She pushes her ass into the air and shifts her legs further apart. I grip the base of my cock and guide it to the entrance of her pussy and slowly push it in. My groans are loud as I pull out and then ram into her again. I reach for her mass of red hair and pull it back.

  Cora turns her head, and I bend forward to capture her mouth with mine.

  “God, I love you!”

  I freeze. The words transport me to another place and time. The image of Tessa sprouts in my mind as if it were yesterday. She’s standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, looking at me with eyes filled with so much love.

  God, I love you.

  “Are you okay?”

  Cora’s words jolt me back to the present.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  Panic rises in my throat. I swallow hard and push it down, forcing my mind back to the present and caressing her back. I fuck Cora mechanically doing all the right things, but the magic is gone.

  It wasn’t supposed to get this serious. An orgasm builds up, and I increase the pace of my thrusts. Cora cries out as her inner walls clamp around my cock. I explode into her and roar as my cock throbs inside her over and over again.

  I pull out of her and collapse by her side. A desperate urge to leave comes over me. The plan is to wait a while before I excuse myself. Usually, Cora and I fool around for most of the evening and cook dinner together.

  “Can
we talk?” she asks again, and that sinking feeling returns to my belly.

  “Sure.”

  “One thing that I’ve learned from Jasper’s death is how short life is,” Cora says.

  I know that too well. I push away my painful memories. I’ve dealt with my loss and moved on.

  “He was such a great guy,” Cora continues. “And he and Riley were so in love and looking forward to the future.”

  Cora and I have been lovers for almost three months now, and so far, I’ve managed to keep my distance. I haven’t met any of her friends, though I’ve seen Riley from a distance at the gym. It’s all deliberate, and yeah, I’m an asshole, but the best way to keep an affair casual is not to meet her friends or family. When Cora and I first hooked up, I did warn her that I wasn’t looking for anything serious. She had said that she wasn’t either.

  Experience though has taught me that women say one thing but quickly change their minds. And when that happens, it’s usually time for me to move on.

  “They wanted to have a baby as soon as they got married,” Cora says, her tone sad.

  I feel for her and her friend, but this is when I’m beginning to feel like myself again. I’ve been through what Riley is going through right now. A shadow of pain goes through me. Riley has a long way to go.

  I met Cora shortly before the senseless murder that dominated the headlines for days. Jasper was a cop and had been responding to a domestic dispute call. He had found an injured woman outside her apartment, and when he ordered her partner to open the door, the man came out shooting. Jasper had died on the spot.

  Cora rolls onto her side to face me. “Let’s have a baby.”

  My heart gallops in my chest.

  “We’d make great parents,” she says.

  Tessa had wanted a baby too, but it hadn’t happened for us. She was so desperate for a baby, and I couldn’t understand the rush. After all, we had our whole lives ahead of us. She had wanted us to visit a fertility clinic, but I managed to convince her to let it go. It was selfish on my part. I wanted to enjoy my wife for a little longer before starting a family. Besides, I knew the rigors of fertility treatments and what they did to a couple. If we were going to go through fertility treatment, we needed to build a strong foundation. Tessa had reluctantly agreed, but I saw how she looked at families and knew how much she longed for a baby.

  Then the accident happened. Tessa was coming home from her real estate job when a car rammed her from behind. She had died on the way to the hospital. The driver had been texting while driving. He was charged with vehicular homicide and jailed for ten years, but that brought little comfort to our families and me.

  Tessa was gone and with her went her dreams of having a baby. The guilt of knowing that I had denied her the one thing she had been desperate for had plunged me into a darkness that I was still struggling to crawl out from.

  The thought of even contemplating having a baby with another woman sickened me.

  “Can you imagine, a little boy who looks just like you?” she says.

  Nausea rises up my throat. I feel constricted as if I can’t breathe. I throw back the covers and get up. I grab my boxer briefs from the floor and pull them on.

  “Are you okay?” Cora says.

  I don’t respond at first. I need to think. Cora wants a baby, and from my experience with Tessa, I know she won’t stop until she gets her baby. I denied one woman that opportunity, and I can’t bear the thought of being responsible for another one.

  I finish dressing, by which time I’ve made my decision. “Look, Cora, you’re a special woman, but I’m not ready to get so serious.”

  “Relax,” she says. “It was just an idea. We don’t have to make a baby.” She laughs to prove to me that it’s casual.

  I know better having been down that road. She’ll leave it alone for a while, but it will be festering at the back of her mind. And all along, I’ll be feeling guilty as fuck. No way am I putting myself through that. I stand up and pace the room. God, I hate this part. It feels worse now because Cora and I had a real connection.

  “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

  “Are you breaking up with me?” Cora asks in disbelief.

  “Yeah.”

  Sometimes the only way to cut ties is to be ruthless. I hate myself right now. Cora is an awesome woman, and the kindest thing to do is to let her go find a man who will love her and give her a baby.

  She inhales deeply. “I never pegged you to be a bastard.”

  Admiration for her flows through me. Cora’s voice is calm and controlled.

  “Get the fuck out of my house.”

  Regret mingled with relief wash through me as I hurry out. I imagine another man walking through Cora’s front door, and my chest burns with jealousy.

  Chapter 2

  Cora

  Three years later

  My palms are sweaty as I drive to Riley’s place to pick her up for my nonappointment at the fertility clinic. When I found out they cater to walk-in clients, I decided to be one of those patients who don’t make an appointment. Just in case I change my mind.

  I slow down and stop my car in front of the charming single-family home where my best friend Riley lives with her husband. Before I can compose myself, the front door swings open, and Riley bounds out, energetic even at the first trimester of pregnancy.

  I can’t help wondering if I’ll be as energetic as she is, or I’ll be as sick as a dog. Probably the latter with my luck.

  “Looking good, mama,” I say as she enters the car.

  “We’ll both rock this mom thing,” she says in her typical Riley way. Nothing fazes her these days.

  My insides tense at the mention of what I’m about to do. I feel suddenly unsure of myself, even if it’s something that I’ve been thinking about for years.

  “You okay?” Riley says, tuning into my mood.

  “I’m scared,” I admit to the only person I would tell anything.

  Riley takes my hand and covers it with both of hers. “Of course, you are. It’s a big decision but remember you can always change your mind.”

  She’s right; no one is holding a gun to my head. I inhale deeply and remind myself why I’m doing this. I’ve wanted a man and a baby for as long as I can remember, and in that order.

  The problem is that the men part hasn’t worked too well in almost five years. No man has come close to my ideal man. Wait, that’s not quite true. There was one who came close, but his interest was sex, not babies. Even now, it hurts to remember, and I push away thoughts of T from my mind. I’m a strong, independent woman, and just because I don’t have a man doesn’t mean that my plans for a family can’t go forward. I’ll have my baby, and together, we’ll be a family.

  I open my eyes and face Riley. “Let’s do this.”

  “Okay,” Riley says.

  I turn the ignition key and navigate the car back onto the road.

  “I’m excited,” Riley says. “Our babies will grow up together. They’ll be best friends, just like we are.”

  I laugh at Riley’s enthusiasm. “We should probably get me pregnant first.”

  Warmth fills my middle. The thought of our babies growing up together just like we did makes me giddy with happiness. Riley and I grew up next door to each other, and our moms are also best friends. It’s cool to think that our babies might carry on the same tradition.

  “How did you sleep last night?” I ask her.

  “Pretty good, actually,” she says. “I hope that phase is over.” Riley’s been having a rough time sleeping lately, but the doctor is not worried about it.

  We catch up as we drive to the clinic. Riley regales me with tales of her workplace, which is usually more interesting than mine. She works for the ambulance service as a paramedic while I own and work in a gym. The only thing the gym is good for is ogling guys. Contrary to popular belief, the guys who go to the gym are mostly married.

  Butterflies fill my stomach again as I bring the car to a stop outside the cl
inic. I turn off the engine, and Riley and I get out of the vehicle.

  The clinic occupies one side of the first floor. We walk through double glass doors and walk up to the receptionist.

  “Good morning.” I introduce myself, and I’m lucky that it’s a quiet morning and I can see the doctor soon. She gives me some forms to fill out, after which Riley and I sit down to wait.

  A couple walks in while we are waiting, and after talking with the secretary, they sit down. I watch them discreetly as they whisper to each other and hold hands. I swallow down my envy. I’m sure they’ve gone through their own struggles; after all, no one goes to a fertility clinic out of choice. Still, it’s better to be going through fertility treatments with a man who loves you than what I’m doing alone.

  The secretary calls me to go in, and Riley squeezes my hand one last time.

  “Do you want me to come in with you?” she asks.

  “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

  I flash her a smile of gratitude. My legs feel like two blocks of cement as I make my way to the door that the friendly secretary holds open.

  The doctor is bent over some papers on his desk, but as soon as I look at that mop of thick wavy hair, a memory goes off in my brain. My heart pounds crazily, and my legs tremble.

  It can’t be! He looks up, confirming my suspicions. Thomas.

  The smile freezes on his lips. Neither of us moves as we stare at each other. I contemplate turning and fleeing, but that’s cowardice. Besides, I did nothing wrong three years ago; it was all him. Sort of.

  Let’s have a baby.

  I burn with shame when I remember the words I’d said to him. I hadn’t known him for more than three months, and I’d wanted to have a baby with him. What kind of desperation was that?

  To be fair to me, Jasper’s sudden death had made us all a little crazy. Riley had fled California and gone to live in Utah while I’d asked a man I barely knew to have a baby with me.

  A man I’d hoped never to see again.

  He recovers fast and plasters a smile on his face. “Cora, what a surprise to see you here.” Thomas stands up and sticks out his hand.

  I move mechanically and take his hand. As soon as his huge masculine one closes over mine, warmth spreads over my body.