Page 77 of Embrace
Asher’s smile added extra light to the room. “In that order, yes.”
I tilted my head to feign pondering. I already knew my answer. “Then you’ll be my next shift?”
I hummed as his lips visited my earlobe then slid down to my neck, where he whispered, “Night call and all.”
I embraced him tighter, hugging him in sweet bliss as I said, “Mm, the sound of that is making me wetter.”
“Shit, I can feel it,” he said, trying to thrust into me with his spent dick. “Just give me a moment.” He kept pushing his dick in and out of me, eyes closed, concentrating.
I patted him on the back again. “Asher, no. You’re being an awful timekeeper.”
He laughed. “I just can’t get enough of you.” He carefully flipped over onto his back, his heaviness and moist skin abandoning my body.
I pinched my thighs together, enjoying the flickers of the shadow orgasm my pussy experienced when he slipped out of me.
* * *
When Asher saidthat I could wear whatever was in the closets and drawers, I could never have imagined what was in them. The few articles of clothing I’d packed looked like rags next to the high-fashion garments I had access to.
I was also reminded how long it had been since I’d gone shopping. I stood in the walk-in closet, flanked by clothes and shoes, miraculously all in my size. It wasn’t coincidence either.Who did this? How did they know what to buy?Asher was right—I would have to get used to being a Christmas if walking into a closet full of racks of clothes displayed as if I were shopping in an upscale boutique was the norm.
I recalled how Julia had been dressed the day before. She’d had on a black skirt suit that fit her so tightly that she looked like a vixen. I was surrounded by prettier suits than the one she’d had on. I opted for a sort of pearl-colored skirt suit and a royal-blue silk camisole. I also put on a pair of black patent-leather Mary Janes. The heels were not too high or too low.
When I saw myself in the standing mirror, I admitted that I looked impeccable. I received even more proof of that when I walked into the kitchen and Asher stopped pouring coffee to stare at me. His reaction was strange. He looked angry yet lustful.
He put down the carafe then walked over and took my hand. Then he put his mouth next to my ear. “Let’s go fuck.”
I slipped my hand out of his. “Are you really this blasé about our jobs?”
“I am now,” he said before his tongue dove into my mouth and tasted mine.
“By the way,” I said against his hungry mouth.
“What?”
His tongue clamored for mine, and I let him have it until I was able to ask, “Who bought all of those clothes?”
“We have people.” Asher’s hand slipped under my skirt and tugged at the crotch of my panties until his fingers found what they were looking for.
“Ha,” I said, gasping as his fingers thrust into me. “Babe. I don’t want to be late.”
His tongue dove into my mouth, lapping mine several times before he stopped finger-fucking me and took a step back. “Later,” he said, pointing at me. “I’m finishing you later.”
Allowing my weakened knees to strengthen yet again, I grabbed the counter. “Please do,” I said breathlessly.
* * *
In the end,Asher had actually been a great steward of our time. We arrived at the hospital at five minutes to one, and I was supposed to meet Deb at one o’clock. He had other things to do, so we kissed and parted ways. It hadn’t occurred to me how off it was that we were meeting on a Sunday until I made it to the conference room. I checked over my shoulder as well, suddenly aware that I hadn’t run into anyone either. I wasn’t used to that, and I hoped it wouldn’t be the new normal. Before leaving for the day, I planned to make sure I said farewell to my team members and all the staff who had been part of my world for the past seven years. I would let them know that we would see one another again on the first of November. Although I was certain they would all mention something about Asher and me being a couple. I would confirm our status as two lovebirds who planned to make a serious go at a long-term relationship. After all, he’d almost proposed to me the previous night. I wasn’t hiding us anymore, and neither was he.
Once I had that thought out of the way, I was ready to see Deb. I sighed and opened the door. A blast of streamers and confetti filled the air along with a loud chorus of “Congratulations, Dr. Ross!”
I slapped my hand over my mouth, growing completely still. In front of me were all the people I’d wanted to visit later that day. My eyes watered as I took in Angela, Deb, even Zara, Kevin, and all of my favorite attendings and nurses, including Courtney. And grinning like he was my sun—because he was—was Asher.
I focused solely on his sexy face as I strolled to him, wrapped my arms around him, and planted one sexy kiss on him in front of everyone. We only stopped kissing when a piano started playing. I quickly turned to see what was coming next. Brody, one of the interns, was sitting on a stool, playing the keyboard. The neurosurgery attendings, Dr. Nassim, Dr. Huang, Dr. Kraig, and Dr. Chapman, sang with gusto, “For all the years you’ve saved our asses, we say thank you! Goodbye, sweet Pen, our darling resident, bright as the moon, who’s now a fellow. We’ll see you back here soon.”
The room filled with applause, and I did something between laughing and crying as I hugged everyone.
There was cake and all my favorite treats from Southern Candymakers and plenty of wine, which I drank because the occasion called for a glass or two. I had a great time reminiscing with my colleagues about the past and our most memorable patients. I decided to call it quits in the middle of my third glass. As usual, the alcohol went right through me, and I had to rush to the ladies’ room.
