“Sit on the desk,” he ordered.
I did what he told me to do.
“Brace yourself,” he said.
I could sort of figure out the positions we were about to take, so I pressed my palms on top of his desk. Jake rolled his chair toward me. The anticipation alone made me cream. Then he grasped my hips, and I nearly hyperventilated in the moments before his hot wet tongue laved my clit, then all of a sudden, the sensation he aroused went from three to ten.
I gasped loudly and continuously. I wanted to reach for his head to help him give me a little reprieve, but if I took my hands off the desk, I would fall backward. Sucking air like a fish out of water, I wondered how the hell he was doing that. My pussy was clamped against Jake’s mouth, so I couldn’t see how his tongue was making me lose my mind.
“Ah!” I cried as an orgasm streaked through my pussy.
He didn’t stop. He made me scream repeatedly until my lower half felt exhausted. I was surprised how fast he could make my pussy ready for another orgasm. Eight times, I had come, and I thought he was ready to stop, but he wasn’t. Jake kept his eyes on me, watching me writhe and cry and moan his name. After my last orgasm, he shot to his feet, unzipped his pants and crammed his rigid cock into me.
He fucked me hard, gritting his teeth, shouting, “Ha!” with each stab.
“Your…” Jab.
“Fucking…” Jab.
“Pussy…” Jab.
“Oh!” He pulled his dick out, and his warm milk sprayed all over my belly.
“Holy shit,” I said. That was intense.
He slammed his palms on top of the desk, tonguing me like there was no tomorrow. “Are you on the pill?” he whispered thickly.
I shook my head, consumed by all facets of desire.
“We have to get you on the pill.”
“No, I have an IUD,” I whispered.
He frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve saved myself the fucking condoms.”
I couldn’t believe we were having that conversation with his sperm on my stomach and my pussy on display. “Dr. Sparrow—”
“Why do you keep referring to me as Dr. Sparrow?” he asked.
“Because you’re my superior.”
His lopsided grin was sexy. “You taste good, and call me…”
I waited for him to officially give me permission to refer to him by his first name. Instead, he paused and watched me with a conflicted expression.
I cocked my head. “Call you…”
“Jake.”
By the look that was on his face, I wasn’t sure if he meant what he said or not, but since referring to him as Dr. Sparrow made me feel as if we were making no progress in the way of becoming closer, I decided that for private times and especially during sex, I would from that point onward refer to him as Jake.
Chapter Sixteen
Penina Ross
We cleaned ourselves then went into the dining room to have a late dinner. Jake ordered Louisiana-rub prime rib with lots of truffle fries per my request. I had just bitten down on my first French fry when he brought up the no-condom thing again.
“Come on, Jake, you know what I’m protecting myself from.”
His sexy lopsided smile came back. “You don’t have to protect yourself from me. I’m clean.”
Damn, the fries were delicious. “Anyone can say they’re clean.” I shoved another into my mouth.
He licked his bottom lip. “I’m clean. Trust me. No STDs. I want to feel your heat and your wetness unobstructed.”
I coughed because I almost choked. Damn, that made my pussy flex.
“Drink some water, Penina,” he said.
I grabbed my glass and took a few gulps of it. I cleared my throat a few times then said, “My ex used to try to talk me out of using a condom. He always had itchy dick.”
“Are you referring to Nurse Peters’s partner?”
He sounded so formal, which made me want to laugh and fuck him bare. “Yes. I’m referring to Nurse Peters’s partner,” I replied, grinning.
“I assure you, he and I have nothing in common.”
I felt my eyes smolder. “So far, you’re showing me that, especially in the sack.”
He let out a loud laugh, which I found fascinating. Have I ever heard Jake laugh that way? I didn’t think so.
“Penina,” he said, suddenly speaking with control again. And that same seductive way in which he spoke my name also made me horny.
“Yes, Jake?” I said breathlessly.
“We’ll cross that road when we get to it?”
“What road?” I asked.
“Me fucking you bare?”
I tilted my head curiously. “Is that what we do? Fuck? It feels like making love to me.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that.
He nodded. “I make love to you.” He looked off.
When he faced me again, we stared at each other. Our exchange was quick but powerful.
Suddenly, he adjusted in his seat. “Can I ask you something?”
When I nodded, my head felt as though it was bobbing all over the place.
“Why did you choose this program? I saw your academic records. You could’ve gone to any of the top hospitals in the country. Why New Orleans?”
Something that felt a lot like love flooded my heart as I thought about the city. “New Orleans is my…” I hummed as I pondered the right word to call her. “My mistress.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Humph. How so?”
I told him all about how I was first introduced to the city in college. Back then, I had so much fun dancing, eating, and falling in and out of love with boys over the weekends.
“This place is pure bliss, and there’s always something going on. A parade. A festival. Fun can pop up at any moment, on any corner. But…” I sighed exasperatedly. “I haven’t been able to partake in any of it since I started my program. So the city’s like a mistress I’ve been keeping in a box, waiting to make love to her one day, and hopefully sooner rather than later.”
He watched me as if he was mesmerized while stroking his chin. “Interesting.”
My face felt warm. “I know, it’s stupid.” I’d never told anyone that before.
“No, it’s not stupid. It’s actually sexy—like you.”
Remember to breathe, Pen, I repeated, staring into his fiery eyes.
To cool off, I plopped a few more truffle fries into my mouth. The flavor was divine.
“What about you? Although you’ll never let me scrub in with you, I heard your techniques and efficiency in the OR are sheer perfection.”
I expected him to smile smugly, but he didn’t. Instead, Jake frowned. “I’ll let you scrub in with me. But you’re our finest resident. That’s why Nordoff, Hyung, and Nassim are quick to sign off on your solos. They say that you don’t fuck up.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been working with those guys for seven years. They’ve taught me everything they know. You’re new. It’s time I learned from you.”
He winked. “Point taken, Dr. Ross, and I’ll see you in the OR on your next shift.”
“I have a question for you,” I said.
He raised his eyebrows, showing me an open expression.
“Why are you so indulgent in bed?”
He jerked his head back. “Indulgent?”
“It’s like you’re feeling sex between us down to your soul. I feel as if when you’re making love to me, you’re really in love with me.” It was so my style to say something like that to a man with no regret.
He grunted thoughtfully. “I can easily fall in love with you. That’s if you’ll let me. But I…” Once again, he looked off with a frown. “I have a friend who has suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of men. It’s because of her experiences that I want to do more than fuck a woman.” He looked at me again. His expression beamed, then he cleared his throat and swallowed. “I was experiencing your body with your soul, and it was…” He sniffed, smirked, then bunched his fingers together and kissed the tips.
I could feel my smile stretching from one side of my face to the other.
“Likewise” came dripping out of my mouth like silky sweet honey. Holy shit, I’m flirting. That was new.
As two surgeons would, we ended up talking shop. He shared some of his methods with me and told me about his time as a resident in Australia. At one point, I felt as if I should grab a pen and paper and take some notes. He was smart, and I also noted that he fused principles of chemistry with biology. I liked Jake Sparrow. I could definitely let myself fall in love with him.
He was explaining the Winslow technique of separating the dura mater from the brain and draining excess fluid when he abruptly shook his finger.
“Tomorrow night,” he said.
I threw my hands up excitedly. “I’m in. I’m all for learning the Winslow technique tomorrow night. Late surgery, though, right?”
He smirked. “Such an eager surgeon. You’re in the right field, Dr. Ross.” He leaned toward me. “But that’s not it. Tomorrow night, we’re going to fuck your mistress.”
I furrowed my brow. “My…” Then I slapped myself on the forehead and said, “Oh.”
He chuckled as his cellphone beeped, and I was familiar with the sound. He frowned as he read a message. “Shit, I have to go to the hospital.”
“Oh,” I said, intrigued by the possibility of scrubbing in with him as soon as in a few hours.”
He winked at me as he stood. “No, beautiful, you stay here. You’re catching the flu, remember? You’re also going to need another day off.”
I sank in my seat as if all the air had been drained out of me. Listening to him go on about his experience and techniques made me eager to see him in action.
“By the way,” he said.
I straightened my face, erasing the frown. “What?” I sounded hopeful.
“Let’s do something more like fucking before I go.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. Then I made firm eye contact with him. “Yes. Let’s.”
Chapter Seventeen
Penina Ross
I lay in bed with my hands behind my head. With a cock with the girth of Jake’s, I had experienced the most effective quickie in the history of quickies. We both came in a matter of minutes. He instructed me to keep eating and relaxing as much as I could. Tomorrow night, we would be out late, but he swore we would have a lot of fun.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, excitedly watching him put on clothes.
It felt different between us. It was as if that asshole I’d first met smoking in front of our building never existed. Perhaps because I knew he was behaving that way because he was attracted to me. Jake was a thinker. Never in a million years had I thought I would be involved with a man who thought a whole lot before he acted.
“I can’t say,” he said then slipped on his shirt.
It was a shame to no longer see his ripped chest.
“Do you go to the gym?” I asked.
He smirked. “Every day. When I can’t sleep, I work out, and I’ve now added making love to my exercise program.”
My cheeks heated as he smirked at me.
Then we engaged in a long, luscious, passionate, pulse-pounding kiss. When Jake held me, it was as if his hands and body took complete possession of my entire being.
My head felt dizzy as I watched him walk away from me. I lay on the bed and listened to him rushing through the penthouse for a few minutes, then the elevator dinged. He was gone.
Wasting no time following the doctor’s orders, I drew a warm bath in the claw-foot tub in the master bathroom. As I laid my head back against the ceramic, I recalled every one of our lovemaking sessions. Boy, was he good at sex. How did he learn to go down on a woman that way?
Unfortunately, my mind also replayed instances when Rich had laved me up down there as he tried to find the clit. It was a gross, sloshy saliva bath. At least he gave me more moisture to swallow his long cock. But with all the women he cheated with, not one of us was able to teach him how to stimulate the clit.
Then I remembered that Rich wasn’t such a great student. I even gave him a touch-the-clit example once, but he merely snatched his hand out of my grasp and said, “I don’t need a lesson on eating pussy. I know how to eat pussy.”
I was too kind to insult him and say, Dude, if you knew how to do it, then I wouldn’t be giving you a lesson. Do you think I want to be doing this?
Squeezing my eyes even tighter, I once again banished my ex from my mind. I had no idea why I thought about him so much lately. I didn’t love him. Perhaps it was because, as boyfriends went, he was the extreme example of my picker being off.
I slid my finger down my slit, recalling Jake’s desk and my being on top of it and his mouth pleasuring me. I so hoped my picker was working when it came to him.
He’s hiding something, a small voice whispered inside my head.
My eyes popped open, and my chest felt heavy. I would have to accept that he was indeed keeping secrets. I also had to remember that I loved his company and making love to him. What I couldn’t do was fall in love with him, not until I knew everything he was hiding.
I settled on taking that position, which allowed me to relax more in the warm water. I washed myself with a gardenia-and-citrus body scrub then went into the shower to rinse off the delicious-smelling granules. After I was done washing and blow-drying my hair, I ordered dessert, an assortment of fried donuts with delicious dipping sauces.
My stomach was so full after I devoured dessert that I clutched it as I walked to the master bedroom to lie down for a bit. But as I passed the door of the guest room, I heard my cellphone ding with a text message.
“Damn it,” I muttered, realizing I should’ve had it with me in Jake’s room. Even though I was off shift, I still had to be reachable.
I sat on the foot of the bed and checked my messages. Of course, my team had plenty of questions about patients. I raced to my computer and powered it on. I decided to work in the office. I was sure Jake wouldn’t mind.
“Jake.” I said his name as I waited for my computer finishing booting. “Jake,” I said again.
Gosh, how easily his name formed in my mouth. I hated that I felt he was the one. He couldn’t be the one.
“The secrets, Pen,” I whispered.
Once my desktop appeared, I answered all the emails regarding patients I had passed off. Then I saw that one email that made my chest contract. I rubbed my breastbone as I looked at the first few lines of the message from Boston in the previewer. It read, “Congratulations, Dr. Penina Ross.”
“Shit,” I said under my breath.
I had been accepted.
When a loud ding announced another message, I jumped. It was from Angela.
I smell you on him. And you know who I’m talking about.
I gasped sharply then slapped my hand over my mouth. I’d forgotten to warn him about Angela’s bearlike sense of smell. There was no way of hiding it from her. I had to trust that she would keep her discovery to herself.
I sat for a while, wondering how to respond. But the best response was no response. I closed my laptop, and since I was practicing avoidance, I put Boston out of my mind too. I went to the bed where Jake and I last made love, wrapped myself in the blankets, which smelled like the both of us, and went to sleep.
“Pen,” someone said softly.
I opened my eyes slowly. Jake was beside me. His shirt was off, and it looked as if he had been beside me for a while.
“Hey,” I said tiredly. “What time is it?”
“It’s six a.m. I have to go into surgery.”
My head felt fuzzy, and it was hard to process what he had said. “But you just got out of surgery.”
“I’ve been here next to you for a while.” He started nibbling my neck, and I knew why he’d woken me.
Jake took off his night pants as we were kissing. It’s six a.m.? Right. I was off that day.
I sighed as his cock dove into my pussy.
When I woke up again, the curtains were open, but the sheer shades covered the glass. The scent of lemon cleanser hung in the air. I had learned that was a sign the maids had been cleaning.
I struggled to shift into a sitting position. I was still drowsy but also well rested, which was something my body hadn’t felt in many, many years.
Six a.m. this morning… Jake was here. We made love.
His body felt so strong on top of me. I squeezed my thighs together, and a thrill sparked through my pussy. His dick made me so sensitive down there. His sensual way of making love caused me to crave him every waking hour.
“That’s right,” I said and sighed, remembering that Angela knew we were having sex. I would confirm her findings the next time we saw each other, but until then, I would make her wait.
As usual, breakfast was set up in the kitchen. That time, the flowers were two dozen red roses. I took a while to smell each one of them before diving into a full-on feast with all the trimmings—scrambled eggs, hash browns, crepes, breakfast meats, an array of fruit, and a variety of breads. I wasn’t used to eating as much as I had since staying in the penthouse, and I was positive I’d gained a couple of pounds—love pounds, which was the best kind of weight to pile on. Regardless, I decided to take it easy and put a serving of eggs, an English muffin, and turkey bacon on my plate.
While I ate and drank coffee, I did something I hadn’t done in a long time. I turned on the television just in time to see news coverage about a guy running for a Senate seat in California, my home state. They ran a clip of his performance on New Day America, which happened a week ago. The host, Tia Rose, notorious for emotional theatrics, had gotten the guy, whose name was Spencer Christmas, to talk about his wife in a favorable way.
“Christmas,” I whispered. I felt as though someone had mentioned that name to me recently, but I couldn’t remember who.
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