Page 21 of Secret Seduction
“Hi, Miss Parker, ready to go over your results?” He walks in, closes the door behind him, and offers his hand for me to shake.
“I am.” Not really, but hiding from the results won’t help, either. I take a deep breath to center myself once again, ready to hear whatever news I’m given.
“Good news is, it’s non-cancerous. The bad news is, I’ll be seeing you again in two weeks.” I breathe a sigh of relief, look at the ceiling, and blink away the tears while trying not to laugh at having to see Doctor Gallo again.
13
LUKE
“You done already?” Gallo greets me as I walk out of a patient’s room. We’ve been balls to the walls busy, each of us having a full schedule, minus the no-show, no-call I had. Mary called her, found out the reason she wasn’t at her appointment was because her little one decided to make an appearance last night at the hospital. Somehow, the wires got crossed, and no one conveyed it to the other. That gave me time to chart in between the others who showed up early and had me finishing faster than ever before. I’ll still have to work an hour or so after the last patient. Nothing like I usually would. There’s a reason for that, and that reason should be in my office.
“Yep, you?” He lets out a chuckle.
“Aren’t I always? I’ll be in the office for lunch. I’ve got some catching up to do, plus there’s the call to my parents.” I place my hands in my pocket, itching to get to Shae. I won’tleave in the middle of a conversation, though, at least not yet.
“Is there a lot?” I tried to keep up on his charts and other shit; his emails are another thing entirely.
“Not too bad. Easier to do it all here than to go out and grab something, get lost in a call home. Finally set them up with FaceTime, so I can go over everything with them and lay my eyes on Dad. It’ll help until I’m there on my time off. Also called my sister in for help. They’ve been trying to keep it from her for long enough, wanting her to finish her master’s without her worrying. The last time had been too long.” Gallo looks down at his watch. “Sorry, didn’t mean to blather on. Go be with your woman.”
“You sure, man? Shae won’t mind waiting a few minutes longer.” I’m jonesing to get the fuck out of here and have my eyes locked on Shae. I’d much prefer us being at my place, where nobody interrupts us and she can wear my clothes with nothing else, giving me easy access to feel her smooth skin.
“Positive. Get out of here. We’ll talk later,” Gallo says with a nod, heading the opposite direction of where I am. Our practice is set up so that one hallway is mine, the other is his, and our offices are at each end. We don’t usually see one another when patients are in and out. It’s at moments like these, along with the beginning and end of the day, when we see one another, catch up, and then go from there.
“See you later.” When it’s this close to lunchtime, we only keep two, both of them our head nurses; they finish getting them out the door, allowing others to go to lunch earlier and then come back later than the others.
A few more steps, and I’m in front of my office. The door is slightly ajar, and I’m not hearing any noise coming from the other side. One thing for sure, the minute Shae is cleared for sex, I’ll be taking a few days off. She’s already tried to lure me into doing way more than she should have. Like when she walked in on me getting myself off to thoughts of her in the shower with me, how she asked to help, and how I had not one single fucking qualm walking out of the shower, dripping water all over the place. My hand stayed wrapped around my length while Shae’s tongue dragged across her lips, and she more than met me halfway. Her hands, yes, fucking both replaced mine, and while I should have been bull-whipped for allowing it to happen, it didn’t stop either one of us.
I kissed her with every last breath I had to give, and the end result was both of us needing another shower. This time, we took one together. It was hard as fuck to keep my hands to myself; it was only when she begged me to at least touch her that I used my mouth. I got the sweetest fucking flavor of her skin by sucking on her nipples, one right after the other while holding the handheld shower head right where she needed it. It made me rock fucking hard watching her orgasm for me to see.
It also made me put a stop to any more foreplay of any kind for either of us until she had her follow-up today. There’d been a couple of times I was ready to sayfuck it; Shae would notice, try and concoct some crazy scheme, and make me break my promise. I withheld, freaking barely.
“Hey,” my baby girl greets me as I open the door. She’ssitting behind my desk, legs crossed, one over the other on the edge of the desk while flipping through a magazine.
“Shae, Jesus.” I close the door behind me, locking it as well.
“Busy day at the office?” she asks as I pull at the tie, loosening it to slip over my neck, then taking off my white coat and hanging both up.
“You could say that, especially when I knew I’d be seeing you here.” She places her feet on the ground, and I prowl toward her. It might have been less than five hours since I’ve had her in my arms and her taste on my tongue. I’m addicted to her, and I don’t give one single fuck about what that says about me.
“Well, I’m happy to see you, too. As is someone else.” Her arms loop around my neck. I grip the arms of the chair, attempting to keep my hands off her, a freaking impossible task whenever she’s near me. Her eyes drop to my lap. There’s no denying what being around her does to me, and when we’re not around anyone else, why bother covering myself up?
“Fuck yeah, I am. You ready to get something to eat? I’m not working with a lot of time here, and I want to enjoy as much of it as possible with you.” I lower my head, grazing her lips and feeling the tip of her tongue glide along my lip. A growl rumbles through me. Holding back isn’t an option at this point. My hand wraps in the back of her hair as I deepen the kiss, my tongue chasing hers, and I feel her fingers dig into my skin. I’m seriously pissed at the fact today isn’t a hospital round day. I’d be wearing a fuck of a lot less and could get away with not being seen for half the day.
“I’ve got some news I want to share with you,” she says in between breaths.
“Yeah, what’s that?” I say, pecking at her lips. I lower myself into a haunch, watching for any signs that shit didn’t go as well as she hoped for. Fuck that, as good as I hoped for. When I took a step back from being on her charts, it also meant Gallo zipped his lips. A double-edged sword, to say the least.
“The cyst isn’t cancerous, and I’m good to go back to light duty at LITHE. Which means desk work.” She makes a disgruntled face at the last part. I get it; Shae likes to keep moving. I’ve watched over her the past few days, making sure she didn’t overdo it anytime she mentioned going for a walk or doing some stretches. Moves that did absolutely nothing for my cock. I swear when she so much as breathes, my dick comes to life.
“Fuck, baby girl. That’s the best goddamn news of the century.” We’re going to be celebrating, too, not for lunch but definitely with dinner.
“You didn’t know already?” I shake my head in response. “Really? I figured you and Doctor Gallo would share notes.”
“Not when it comes to you. At least since we’ve been together. And the minute you were discharged from my care, I made it perfectly clear to Gallo, too. Now, if you want to add me to your chart, I’ll be able to see, but even then…” I take a breath, watching as her cheeks pinken with color. When we parted ways this morning, she’d still been at my place, preferring to spend time there opposed to her apartment. Shae now has a remote to the garage and the elevator code to use at her disposal. I suggested she pack a couple of outfits and her toiletries instead of driving back and forth every day, and lucky fucking me, she agreed.
“I’ll add you to my chart. You might have known early if I had, and it would have helped ease the worry. About lunch, can we stay here, order in, instead of rushing around to grab food, scarf it down, and rush back?” The shorts Shae is wearing bunch up, showing me more of her firm thighs. My palms itch to trail up them, to pull her down into my lap and allow her to feel what she’s doing to me.
“Fuck yeah. What are you hungry for?” I lick my lips, and she follows the movement.
