Page 16 of Doctor Daddy Dilemma

“Much better,” I groaned, and Charlie grinned, wrapping her legs around my waist as she began to ride me. Her hands gripped my biceps tightly as she pounded her hips against mine, her wetness mingling with mine as we moved in a delicious rhythm. Each thrust elicited a gasp or moan, our breathing ragged and hot in the cool air.

In this new position, I could admire her body in all its sweaty, flushed glory: the way her breasts swayed with each movement, the way her abs contracted with every powerful stroke. It was mesmerizing, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I palmed one of her breasts, squeezing gently as my other hand found its way between her legs again. Charlie’s eyes fluttered closed as she bit her bottom lip, the picture of erotic beauty.

“Oh God, Lex,” she moaned, her voice hoarse. “I’m…I’m…”

Her nails dug into my skin, and I knew she was close. I pumped furiously, matching her frenzied pace as we both teetered on the edge. As she reached the peak of her pleasure, her walls tightened around me like a vise grip, pulsating with each wave of her second orgasm. Her body quivered and shook as she rode out the intense waves of sensation, her breath coming in gasps and moans.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled, “come for me.” Her climax pushed me over the edge as well, and I gave one final thrust, my release coursing deep inside the condom as she collapsed on top of me. We both panted, chests heaving in the aftermath of our passionate coupling.

“So, that was…” Charlie began, her voice muffled by my shoulder.

“Yeah,” I managed. “As bad as you thought?”

She laughed, and I could feel it vibrate through my chest. “Well, you weren’t terrible,” she said teasingly.

I playfully smacked her bottom before rolling her off of me, both of us collapsing on the bed, spent. As I pulled out, though, I immediately sensed something was wrong.

“Lex?” Charlie said, propping herself on her elbow. “You okay?”

My stomach dropped in a way that had nothing to do with our vigorous lovemaking. “I…I don’t know if the condom…” I began. Charlie’s hand shot down and she felt between her legs as my sex drained from her body. Her eyes went wide and she stood up instantly.

“Oh my God, Lex, we…we should…we need…” she stammered.

“I’m so sorry, I…I’ve never…”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she said, though her voice shook. She held her palms out and looked away from me, but I could tell she wasn’t fine.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie. I didn’t know that was going to happen.” I scooted over to her as she sat on the edge of the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her. “It will be alright, okay?”

“And if I get pregnant?” she asked, but she didn’t look up at me. I knew how a pregnancy could postpone or even derail someone’s career, and I knew she was chasing something that she believed in.

“Then we’ll have a tiny little family and we’ll figure it out. We have a long time to worry about that. Alright?” I kissed the back of her shoulder which was little consolation, but she relaxed and shook her head.

When she finally crawled back into bed beside me, she let me hold her. We talked until the food arrived, which led to a flurry of activity as I found my slacks and put them on quickly enough to answer the door.

The entire night went far better than I even hoped, despite the mishap with the broken condom, and I was certain Charlie felt the same way. Never in my life had I cleared my schedule to fly to another city for a day to be with a woman. I hadn’t even so much as taken an afternoon off to be with one. My career had always come first, which is how I knew Charlie was something special to me.

“I’m really falling hard for you, Ms. Martinez.”

Charlie moaned softly and kissed me after a bite of food. The taste of curry on my tongue couldn’t compare to the flavor of her juices. “I’m falling for you too, so you better catch me.”

Never had any words been sweeter to my ears than those. She could have all of me. I was hers entirely. No questions asked.

11

CHARLIE

Istood next to Mr. James’s desk as he pointed out photo after photo of Lex with other women in public, none of which indicated he was doing anything sexually with them. They were harmless photos of him dining with women, save for a few where women were seen going into his home, taken with a telephoto lens near the edge of the property. Most of them were so grainy the women couldn’t even be identified, but Lex had told me they were images of him with his patients.

The only photo that could have been so damning to change my opinion of him was a particularly saucy photo of him kissing a dark-haired woman wearing a form-fitting black dress. His hands were on her curves, and he was invested in the moment. I knew it was me, a photo taken from behind, but because I was a nobody in the grand scheme of things, the tabloids opted to dramatize things and report this as more lascivious behavior on his part. I was thankful. I didn’t want my name dragged through this particular mud.

“I worked really hard on this draft,” I said, planting my hands on my hips. I didn’t know what Mr. James thought I was going to produce for this article. If I published the trash he wanted me to say about Lex, I’d never get another date with him. “He’s an upstanding guy. Those pictures are all just coincidences. The tabloids are lying about him.”

“Are they? Or are you just not brazen enough to write the gritty stuff.” He stood, towering over his desk and glaring at me. “Where do you actually see your future, Martinez? Because from where I’m standing, I see you wasting away in traffic reports and weather. You’ll never get the good stories if you don’t take risks.”

I took the lecture, but I had to bite my tongue a number of times to choke it down. Mr. James was rude and mean, and he wanted me to be something I wasn’t ever going to be. I didn’t have to be in love with Lex to admit that what was being force-fed by the media was wrong, and I refused to write that drivel.

However, ever since that condom broke two weeks ago, I’d been on edge and thinking about my future even more. He might not be able to control my journalistic moves much longer, but he was speaking directly to what my future would look like, and his opinion in this business was respected—heralded even. I had to please him or when I did branch out and try to get a job elsewhere, I’d end up with nothing. James would see to that.

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