Page 85 of The Potter

Withdrawing my fingers, I step back and send Halle a smirk from across the table. “You better hold on, Peach. I don’t plan on stopping again.”

I press the button on the side of the table, lowering it until Halle’s pretty cunt is lined up with my cock. “No matter what—” I step between her legs and place a kiss to her knees, “—I’ll never look at this table the same way again.”

I’ll forever envision Halle’s naked body—a lamb before the slaughter.

“Thank you for trusting me.” I kiss her other knee. “For continuing to have faith in me when I had lost it.”

I don’t know that this one event with Ms. Belle will suddenly change the relationship I have with the OR or my ability to perform surgeries in it. What it does mean is there’s hope. If I can love Halle in a place of pain, then there’s hope I can love being a surgeon again.

Halle’s hand finds mine as she interlaces our fingers. “You were always the potter. You just needed to be reminded.”

Reminded.

She’s the only one brave enough toremindme of anything, let alone argue until I believe it.

I never thought of myself as a potter, but now, locking eyes with a woman who truly believes I am one, I want nothing more than to become that for her.

Swallowing a knot of emotion, I step forward, aligning my cock with her center, and push in slowly, her breath hitching as her pussy stretches around me, molding to my cock like a second skin.

“Vance.” She squeezes my hand as I pull out and plunge deep inside her. Those perfect tits of hers bounce with each push of my hips. Our bodies collide over and over, faster and faster, until I’m feverish, never getting deep enough.

This woman is my salvation—no, this woman ismypotter.

She took the broken pieces of me, and here, on this very table, she pieced together something wholly beautiful between us.

Halle sat with me in the dark, burning bright, even after I tried smothering her light.

I don’t deserve this second chance.

This unrelenting faith she has in me.

But when she calls out my name, breaking apart before me, I realize I’ll do anything to repay this woman so she can stand anew in the light she never let die.

Halle

Six weeks later…

“Holy shit! I’ve never seen a surgical cap look so hot.”

Up until now, Vance has been completely silent, pacing back and forth in front of the window of the pre-op room, where I’m currently being poked and prepared for surgery. “Don’t fucking start, Duke. I’ll have you escorted out.”

I send Duke an apologetic smile, but he just laughs it off. Vance’s mood, while edgy, is still okay. Which is a good sign. For the past six weeks, Vance and I have spent most of the day in the operating room. Banging. Eating. Talking. Anything that helped make the operating room feel more familiar and relaxed.

He has acclimated so well with this approach, his therapist agreed that he was finally ready to perform surgeries again. Vance, on the other hand, wasn’t so excited. Especially, since I was to be patient zero.

But he had to get back to performing surgeries.

He now associated the operating room with good memories of me naked. It only made sense.

Vance didn’t think so.

But like every other time we’ve disagreed, I didn’t let up. Vance was performing this surgery for both of our sakes.

Still didn’t mean he was happy about it or that I didn’t hear him puking in the bathroom this morning, but he’s doing it, and that’s all that matters.

Watching this man battle his demons has been nothing short of soul-crushing.

But his therapist says he’s ready.

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