Page 11 of Tempting the Doctor

Mandy

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored doors of the elevator as it opens to take me to the roof. I think I look pretty good in tight jeans, a navy sweater, and my hair loose and flowing across my shoulders. As the elevator whisks me up, I can’t contain a grin as I try to imagine where Trey is taking me. The week we’ve been apart has been one of the worst of my life. I was so angry and embarrassed when I woke alone in his bed in the middle of the night. His note had said there was an emergency and he’d be back, but it did little to appease my temper. I understand that emergencies happen, but Trey is far from the only cardiologist in the city. Surely, the hospital could have called someone else. I’d left his place that night, determined never to speak to him again.

Trey’s career and patients would always come first for him. I couldn’t fault him for that because what he does is so important. But at the same time, I want a relationship with a man I can depend on. Trey has proven to me twice now that he can’t be that man. I thought it would be better to make a clean break before things become more serious and I end up with a broken heart.

I never expected him to show up at my office, demanding answers. It hadn’t occurred to me how much my leaving might hurt Trey. Honestly, I figured he would brush it off and move on. He is so far out of my league; he could have any woman he wants. But Trey made it clear that he wantsme.

After the confrontation in my office, our daily texts and nightly phone calls resumed, but our late-night calls have taken a turn for the naughty. We’ve had phone sex almost every night this week, and while it’s hot, it’s no substitute for the real thing.

Trey gave me instructions to meet him on the roof of the building. When I push open the heavy door leading out to the roof, my jaw drops, and not just because Dr. Miller is waiting for me and looking better than I could have imagined in a dark charcoal suit, crisp white shirt, and burgundy tie.

He’s standing in front of a helicopter.

I hurry over to him, and he pulls me in for a quick kiss. The pilot jumps out and flings open the door, and Trey helps me climb in. I’m speechless until I have my headphones on and we’re in the air, high above the streets and buildings.

I lean close to him, hearing my tinny voice reverberate in the headphones as I speak. “Trey, what is this? Where are we going?”

He meets my eyes and reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together. “It’s a surprise.”

I can tell we’re going north, and the busy cityscape below us soon turns into woods and mountains. I’m too in awe of the beautiful scenery of the Catskill Mountains to do much but gape out of my window, but still very much aware of Trey’s hand around mine.

Finally, we start to descend into an open field, the only building in sight a small house at the edge of the clearing. We land in the designated area, and after Trey thanks the pilot, he hurries me inside the little cabin. A woman in a navy-blue jacket nods at us as we enter. She greets Trey by name and hands him a set of keys. He thanks the woman, then leads me outside to car in front of the cabin. After helping me into the passenger seat, he rounds the hood and takes the wheel.

We drive further into the mountains, up a winding road, and approach a small cabin perched on the mountain side. We climb out of the car and up a long staircase to the front deck. The midday sun casts a glow on the valley below us, and I inhale sharply at the beauty spread out before me. Trey unlocks the front door and holds it open.

I step inside to a wonderland of fairy lights surrounding a candlelit table. This is so much more than I could have imagined. The cabin is small, but luxurious. A flower arrangement sits in a gold vase, its explosion of color a bright contrast to the thick cream area rug. There are gilt framed landscapes lining the walls, and through a doorway, I see a large, canopied bed, covered in velvet pillows.

As soon as I’m done gawking, I walk straight into his arms.

“Do you like it?” he says with a hint of nerves in his voice.

The fact that this powerful, and usually severe, surgeon is nervous about me liking his surprise melts my heart, and I reach for his tie to pull his face down to me.

“Are you kidding?” I ask. “I love it. It’s so beautiful.”

He slides his fingers through my hair and tips my face up, his eyes roaming. “You’re the beautiful one, Mandy.”

His thumbs move to stroke my bottom lip, and my mouth drops open as I mold my body to his. I let out a sigh at his compliment, but also at the stiff rod pressing against my stomach. I’m sure whatever’s waiting under the covered silver trays on the table is delicious, but I’m suddenly not hungry for food. Just for Trey.

Chapter 10

Trey

I wake up from the deepest, most relaxing sleep I think I’ve ever had in my life to find Mandy sleeping beside me. Her hair is tangled up beneath her shoulder, and I long to pull it free but don’t want to disturb her rest, especially after fucking her so completely, time after time, last night. My stomach rumbles, reminding me we never did eat the special meal I planned for her, but I make no move to get up and make us breakfast.

I just want to keep looking at her. I don’t think I could drag my eyes away if I tried. Her cheeks are pinkened from my stubble scraping across them, her lips swollen from my kisses. I rub my hand across my own mouth, smiling at the slight pain from where she lost control and bit my lower lip. I have similar aches from the scratches on my shoulders and can’t resist gently running a fingertip along her hairline. My little wild thing. My cock throbs under the sheets, and I want to roll her over and ease into her tight pussy from behind, knowing she’ll still be wet from the many times I came inside her, but the peaceful rise and fall of her chest while she slumbers stops me.

I’m glad she liked this surprise mini vacation I planned for her, but now I wish that I had asked her ahead of time to clear her schedule for more than a weekend. One of the things I like about her is her dedication to her career. It’s on the same level as mine, and I don’t think she’ll agree to miss a day at the office. The thought of having to take her back so she can go to work is untenable. I sigh loudly, and her lashes flutter.

“Sorry,” I say, finally able to stroke her cheek. I run my fingers down to her bare shoulder, marveling at her silky soft skin. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She smiles and reaches for me, pulling me in for a kiss that lingers. “I don’t mind at all,” she says, her hand moving under the sheets and finding my cock.

I roll her onto her back and look down at her. The sight of her eyes shining up at me, along with her eagerly parted lips, tugs at something much deeper than my desire to bury my cock deep inside her. I lean down to kiss her softly.

“I don’t want just a quickie,” I say, forcing back a moan as my cock slides between her thighs to throb against her wet heat. “Spend the day with me. We can go back to reality tonight.”

Her brow furrows, and she bites her lush lower lip. I grind against her clit to distract her from thoughts of work and schedules. When her eyes roll back, I’m certain I’ve got her.

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