Page 14 of Healing Her

Jesus!

“I also don’t want to give you any details that you might let slip to our patient and unnecessarily alarm her,” Ashley was saying when Jen tuned back in. “I’d like to have our meeting tomorrow and then come directly to the room and present the plan to her myself. You don’t need a chance to interfere.”

“Interfere? Oh, wow.” Jen stepped back, blinking. “And calling my actual professionalism and ability to distance myself appropriately into question? You’ve got some nerve, Proctor.”

“I’ve got an important patient with critical needs who must be handled with care. Having you involved at all is already a risk, but as you say, it seems to be a non-negotiable point and you don’t have the sense to recuse yourself.” Ashley’s cheeks were red, and tendrils of her glossy brown hair were starting to slip from her tight French twist. “I’m doing what I need to do, saying what I need to say, to keep this entire delicate operation from going entirely off the rails. You’re a wild card as far as I’m concerned, Doctor Colton.”

“You’re an audacious bitch with a lousy ability to read people or accept that you might be wrong,” Jen snarled, furious at herself as much as she was at Ashley, but it was past time she gave back as good as she was getting. “That’s a more dangerous approach and attitude than anything I could ever dish out. Ease up, Doctor Proctor, or the fuck-up you’re trying to prevent is going to be entirely your fault when it does happen.”

She had turned and stomped her way noisily back into Maria’s room before she realized it, mortified as she saw the amused look on her friend’s face. “Maria, I am so sorry to come in hot like that. I didn’t mean to make that much commotion.”

“Please, it’s the most excitement I’ve had in months, everyone tiptoes around me.” Maria’s dark eyes were practically glittering with delight. “I didn’t hear everything, but I heard enough to know there’s a very delicious tension between you and the pretty prissy one.” She clasped her hands under her chin and batted her eyelashes. “Tell me everything. Have you fucked her? Are you going to?”

“Maria! My God!”

“He doesn’t have to be involved,querida.” Maria patted the space at the edge of her hospital bed, face alight with anticipation. “Now, come, this is better than any of the books I brought with me, and I wantallthe details.”

With a sigh, Jen obediently took her seat. “There aren’t many,” she began.

“Yet,” Maria said sweetly, knowingly.

“Yet,” Jen conceded with a groan.

11

Jen squirmed on the countertop as a nimble tongue traced patterns delicate as lace on her clit, teasing little flicks on the tender flesh sending sharp shocks all through her body. Restlessly, her legs flexed in their position over smooth shoulders, her toes pointing as the relentless mouth between her thighs licked and tasted her.

Three fingers filled her pussy, sliding in and out of the wet heat. Sometimes, the long middle finger pressed up, massaging her G-spot and making her gasp. Jen’s arms reached up and she grabbed the handles of the cabinets she leaned against, her nipples were peaked hard, and she was so close, so close…

Her phone shrilled across the room with her morning alarm, ripping her out of her dreamworld and away from where Ashley Proctor had been on her knees in the surgical lounge, eating her out with the fervor Jen just knew lurked under that uptight demeanor. “Ugh,” Jen groaned, sitting up and swinging her legs out from under the down comforter on her bed. Clad only in a thin white tank top and black panties, she marched barefoot and grumpy to her bathroom, twisting the various handles in her shower to get the hot water going.

Between her legs, her panties were still warm and damp with arousal, and in the mirror, she saw her nipples still hard against her tank top as she brushed her teeth. When steam clouds filled the bathroom, she stripped off and stepped into the shower.

Hot water, just on the edge of being too hot, streamed down over Jen’s body and pinked up her fair skin. She picked up a bottle of rose-scented shower gel and poured a generous palmful into her hand, then rubbed them together to distribute it.

The cool gel made gooseflesh of her skin as she massaged her body. It slipped and lathered up, heady clouds of the rosy scent mingling with the steamy water, and Jen’s head fell back as the sensations began to overwhelm her. Her hand slipped between her legs and began to play with her clit.

She’d chosen this apartment mainly for the shower, which had an overhead rainfall and multiple nozzles jutting from the walls. There was also a powerful handheld nozzle that she pulled free from its hook now and took with her as she sat down on the ledge built into the back of the shower stall.

Legs spread wide, Jen twisted the lever on the handheld nozzle to adjust the spray and slowly, tantalizingly lowered it to her pussy. The hot stream drilled into her clit, yanking a gasp out of her throat. She adjusted her grip to ease up the pressure, shifting on the bench until she had the perfect, perfect angle and water pressure on her clit.

Jen’s moans filled the bathroom as waves of pleasure washed through her body. With her free hand, she alternated between her breasts, lifting and squeezing the soft warmth of one at a time, peaking a nipple with slippery fingers.

Water crashed around her as she came, back arching away from the shower wall. Her fingers spasmed around her right breast, holding it tight while her orgasm racked her body.

Slowly, she came back into herself, coming down from the sensual high on a cloud of satisfaction. She released her breastwith care and dropped the shower nozzle onto the floor. Her chest heaved, her breaths deep.

Jen opened her eyes and blinked slowly, finally coming back to the whole of her senses. Her legs would remain weak for a bit, she knew, so she didn’t stand up right away.

In the week or so since she and Ashley had had that insanely hot and unexpected kiss in the surgical lounge, this is how she’d woken up in the morning. Although today’s dream had been even more intense and graphic than its predecessors. She wondered if yesterday’s confrontation outside of Maria’s room had contributed to that.

Maria. Jen grabbed the brass rail embedded in the shower wall and shot to her feet. There was a meeting today, the one Ashley had referred to yesterday. That was why her alarm had gone off a little earlier than usual. All sexual desire gone, Jen rushed through the rest of her shower and hurried back to her room to check her phone. “Damn it!” she yelped, racing to her closet. She was definitely going to be late, and it was entirely her fault.

Well, and Ashley’s, but she doubted that explaining how would go over well as an excuse for her tardiness.

Jen skidded to a stop outside of the conference room, making sure to catch her breath before she eased the door open. There was no hope for her to make a professional entrance when she was ten minutes late, but she could at least look less like she was escaping some kind of catastrophe.

A dozen pairs of eyes focused on her as she slipped into the room, and she did wish she didn’t have quite so sensitive a blush reflex.

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