Page 19 of Doctor Daddy Dilemma

“It’s me, baby. I’m sorry it’s so late.” The movement in front of me stopped as he approached the bed. I felt his lips press against my forehead. “I had a patient who was very sick and needed some antibiotics. Long story short I met his wife at the pharmacy and some paparazzi who were following her got in our way. I had to drive her home and when I got there, I noticed how very sick the patient actually was. Had I not gone, he’d have been in the ER tonight.”

He cradled my cheek in his warm palm and kissed my forehead again. It was a comforting move, sensual and intimate. I hated that he had to be taken away from me for any amount of time, but I loved that he was dedicated to the people he served.

“I’m glad you’re back. I just dozed off…” I almost yawned, betraying exactly how long I’d been sleeping, but I managed to bite it back as the light on the nightstand came on. It blinded me, and I shielded my eyes as they adjusted.

“Sorry, I just need to see where I’m going.” His hand slid from my cheek as he walked away, shedding clothing as he went. I lay back on the pillow and watched him. Beneath the covers, I wore only my panties. I brought a bag with me, but as tipsy as I was, I couldn’t be bothered with finding it when I wanted to drift off to a peaceful slumber.

Lex turned to look at me as he stepped out of his slacks and pulled his socks off his feet. I noticed his eyes grazing over my bare shoulders and neck. As much as he voiced his appreciation for my natural beauty, I thought he was exaggerating, but when he looked at me like that, it only confirmed his comments.

“You are such a great doctor, Lex. I’m impressed by how faithful you are to your patients, and I’m honestly turned on by how much of a lifesaver you are. Literally…” I rolled over, turning to face his side of the bed, but keeping the blanket over my chest. He smirked at me and climbed into his side of the bed.

“You seem a little playful. Are you telling me you’re up for a romp this late at night?” The blanket lifted as he slid beneath it, chilling my bare skin, but his hands instantly warmed the chilled places as he pulled me against his body. I could tell he was tired. Fine lines that normally seemed so faint during the day were exaggerated, drawn out around his eyes as he blinked slowly.

“Well, doctor, I do need that checkup you discussed with me.” I ground my hips against his body as I lifted a leg across him. I didn’t care if it was one in the morning or one in the afternoon. This man got my motor running. Besides, the way alcohol released all of my inhibitions, I was game for just about anything.

“Hmm, I think I remember that. But I do believe you owe me something first,” he mumbled against my collarbone, nipping the skin there. My breath caught in my throat as goosebumps prickled along my arms. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was a vampire. His hands slid down my back and around my hips, squeezing them firmly as he murmured hotly in my ear, “We never did finish what we started earlier.”

I grinned against his skin, unable to stop myself. “Well, I think you’re right. We never did.” My fingernails raked down his back as I pulled his torso against mine. “I guess we should fix that,” I purred before kissing him hard on the lips. His hands gripped my thigh and pulled me closer as he eagerly accepted my invitation into his mouth. The warmth between my legs began to pool as he explored my mouth with a hunger that matched mine. Tonight was all about us, and I welcomed it with open arms.

In one fluid motion, he flipped us over so he was on top of me. The comforter slid off the side of the mattress as he placed his hands on either side of me, boxing me in. His expression was a mix of hunger and playfulness that I adored. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me. Leaning up, I nipped his bottom lip before grinning at him.

“I am when it comes to you.”

He growled, lowered his lips to the crook of my neck and began to suck just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I moaned his name as he continued to tease my skin. His fingers slid delicately down my stomach, grazing the sensitive skin over my hip bone as he did. A shudder wracked through my body as his finger traced between my thighs and I arched into his touch. This was exactly what I needed after the stress of today.

“Lex,” I moaned, wrapping my leg around his waist and pulling him closer to me.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothed, his voice low and husky in my ear. His expert fingers were teasing me, running slow circles over my panties, driving me wild with desire.

“I know you do,” I gasped, clutching the sheets as he dipped his finger below the lace and into my wet heat. I moaned louder, biting my lip to stifle the sound. Oh, how I missed this. Missed him. His touch, his scent, him.

“Oh God, Lex,” I panted, my hips bucking slightly as he added another finger. “Please.”

“Please what?” he growled against my ear before sucking on the lobe. My back arched off the mattress as pleasure coursed through my body. His fingers curled inside of me just right, hitting that spot that made my toes kink.

“God, Lex! Touch me harder,” I begged, my panting turning into whimpers. All thoughts of work and life washed away as he pulled his hands back and snatched my panties, forcing them down over my hips and off. I tugged at his boxers as he reached for a condom, freeing his rock-hard member.

“You’re so wet for me,” he groaned, his eyes aflame with hunger and lust as he sheathed himself. His hands gripped my hips as he teased the head of him against me. “Tell me you want this.”

“God, yes, please.” I barely managed to get out before he slid into me, completely filling me up. The burn that I so missed overwhelmed my senses for a moment before it was replaced with pleasure. So much pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he started to move inside of me, picking up speed until we were both moaning and grunting in unison.

“I needed this,” I mumbled against his neck as we moved as one.

“Mm-hmm, me too,” Lex responded, his thrusts getting harder with each pass.

The headboard hit the wall in an erotic rhythm, making me even wetter. My orgasm built with each thrust, nipples hardening against his chest as my body ground against his.

“I’m so close, Lex,” I whimpered out, my nails digging into his back while I clenched around him. He groaned in reply, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded even harder into me.

“I’m right there with you,” he grunted out, his hips becoming erratic. His speed picked up in intensity and I cried out in ecstasy as I came, my nails clawing at his skin as the pleasure washed over me. He groaned and collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. My heart pounded in my ears, and I soaked in all the endorphins throbbing through my body.

He was done? Already? I laid there panting, basking in my afterglow, fighting the bouts of nausea, as Lex rolled off me and traipsed into the bathroom. I rolled to the side and watched him. It settled my stomach a little, but not my heart. He had such control, such finesse the past few times we had sex, so how did he only last a few minutes, only barely able to make me come once this time? And why was I feeling so off now too, like I was on his yacht and the waves were rolling?

I pulled the blanket up over me, fighting the chill of the air conditioner, and felt a little jilted. Thoughts of what Mr. James told me about Lex invaded my mind—intrusive thoughts that begged the question, why was he so short on stamina tonight? Had he been somewhere with someone else? Or was he just tired? Was he really a player the way the tabloids painted him, and I was the consolation prize after his jaunt across town? And for what? To hold me?

I closed my eyes and tried to make the negative thoughts go away but they were pervasive, even when he shut off the lights and curled his body around me. He never said a word. He probably thought I was sleeping. I never said a word either, too intimidated by the fear of him snapping at me or being grumpy to really bring it up. I loved him, right?

So why was I questioning this now? Was it because our evening was derailed and I hadn’t had a chance to actually tell him that I was in love with him? Or did part of me really believe he had been less than faithful or ethical about his distraction this evening?

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