Page 17 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
Me:I’ll try anything at least once. As previously promised, I will try my best to not interrupt your surgical schedule. Good night.
I locked my phone and put it on do not disturb. I wasn’t sure what would have come next from Aries, but I knew whatever it was, I wasn’t ready for. I needed to get a good night sleep. I needed some rest to accept whatever the hell was swirling between Aries and I. I had a feeling that it would be life-changing.
Chapter 9
Aries
Istared at my phone for a good five minutes after Skylar's last message, trying to decode what the hell had just happened.
I'll try anything at least once.Those words had my imagination running wild in directions that had nothing to do with legal remedies or medical malpractice suits.
I set my phone on the nightstand and ran my hands over my face. This woman was going to be the death of me. One minute she was all business, shutting down my bullshit with surgical precision, and the next she was sending messages that made my dick twitch behind my boxer briefs.
The smart thing would be to keep things professional. She was my attorney, for fuck's sake. Getting involved with her could complicate everything, especially when my entire career was hanging in the balance. But damn if I could get her out of my head. The truth was, Skylar Wise had gotten under my skin in a way that no woman ever had. She challenged me, called me on my bullshit, and didn't back down when I tried my usual intimidating tactics.
The way she handled me and handled her business around the hospital made me want her. I wanted to grip her by the neck and fuck her into next week.
There was no need to respond to her last message. I could clearly tell that she wanted to slide her slick statement in there by the way she continued on with addressing my initial question. If that didn’t clue me in on how she wanted to slide that in there, the fact that her phone now saidSkylar has her notifications silenced,told me all that I needed to know.
I looked down at the tint in my briefs and rebuked my hard-on.
Pipe the fuck down!
I dropped my phone down on the bed, rolled to my side, and aggressively fluffed my pillow. I was going to ignore my dick and take my ass to sleep. I was not going to beat my dick like a hormonally imbalanced teen.
I was wrong as fuck.
Ten minutes later, I found myself in the shower with my hand wrapped around my dick, Skylar's voice echoing in my head.
I'll try anything at least once.
The hot water cascaded over my shoulders as I stroked myself, imagining what it would feel like to have her underneath me, those sharp eyes looking up at me with something other than professional irritation. Then the thought of having her hands bound, leaving her at my mercy had an explosion building.
"Fuck," I groaned, bracing my free hand against the shower wall as I worked myself harder. In my mind, it was her on her knees, with her sexy mouth wrapped around my dick, and taking me to the back of her throat. Her deep brown eyes stared up at me, and the authority couldn’t be mistaken. In my fantasy, she may have been the one on her knees, but she definitely held allthe control. Her eyes challenged me. She was telling me that she was in charge. The silent way she sucked hard and deep, then pulled back just as my knees quaked, and looked up at me with a taunting in her gaze drove me crazy. “Please,” I begged out loud as if my fantasy was real, and she was here in the shower with me. Fantasy Skylar looked pleased with my begging, and she worked my dick with magic. “Oh shit! Oh Shit,” I grunted. “Skylar!”
I came harder than I had in months, her name on my lips as the water washed away the evidence of my weakness.
Afterward, as I toweled off and headed back for bed, in hopes that the release would relax me enough to get some sleep. But sleep still didn't come easy. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Skylar's face—the way her lips curved when she was trying not to smile, how her eyes flashed when she was putting me in my place, the elegant way she moved around that conference room like she owned every inch of space she occupied. My subconscious was consumed with her, and that was the last thing I needed because in a short period of time she already flooded every corner of my conscious.
There was no fucking escape.
I tossed and turned for what felt like hours before finally drifting off, only to be pulled into dreams that had absolutely no business being that vivid. Dreams where Skylar wasn't my attorney, where those professional blazers hit the floor, where I could finally touch all that smooth skin I'd been imagining.
That fucking shower the night before was completely pointless. I woke up Saturday morning still harder than a fucking rock and more frustrated than I'd been in years.
"This is fucking ridiculous," I muttered to myself as I headed for a cold shower. I for damn sure wasn’t about to beat my dick again.
Before walking out the door to head to the hospital, I searched for the biggest thermos I had and filled it with black coffee. There was no need for sugar, creamer, milk… nothing. Just straight fucking caffeine. Thankfully, my first surgery wasn’t until ten, so I had a few hours for the coffee to kick in, and to get my life together.
The hospital was quieter on Saturday mornings, which I appreciated. Fewer people meant less chance of running into Skylar, though I wasn't even sure why she'd be here on a weekend. The woman seemed to live and breathe work, but surely even she took weekends off.
I made my way to the surgeons' lounge, filled up on coffee, then headed to my office to review my case files before my first procedure. A sixty-year-old construction worker with a shattered ankle - straightforward enough that I could do it in my sleep, which was good considering how little sleep I'd actually gotten. After that, I had a simple knee replacement, and torn rotator cuff. An easy Saturday morning. I liked that.
"Dr. Yerba, there you are."
I looked up from my files to see Dr. Martinez, one of the younger orthopedic residents. She was holding a tablet and looked slightly frazzled.
"What's up, Martinez?"
