Page 7 of Possessive Doctor

The drive-through is going to have to provide us with dinner tonight. I don’t keep much in my fridge and have spent most of my free time these days staring at a comatose girl in a hospital bed. Shopping has been the last thing on my mind.

After my lunch screw-up with the chicken sandwich, I’m not even sure what she eats, so I call home to ask her what she’s in the mood for. The phone rings six times, but the machine gets it. I try again, thinking she might be having trouble getting to it in time. Again, she doesn’t answer.

Immediately, the worst-case scenario hits me. Maybe she tried moving around, fell, and hit her head? Or… What if her memory came back and she realized she was somewhere she didn’t belong? Maybe she called the little menace that’s been sulking around the hospital and asked him to come save her from me.

I forget all about dinner and step on the gas. I have to get home. I have to make sure she’s safe and still there.

I pace back and forth, waiting for the elevator to reach my floor. Blood roars in my ears and a single bead of sweat slides down my spine.

“Come on, come on,” I shout and punch the steel door. Finally, the bell dings, and the doors open. The condo is dark and I shake my head. “Damn it,” I say, pounding my fist on the breakfast bar.

“Andrew? Andrew, is that you? I need help,” I hear a tiny voice coming from somewhere in the master suite.

Relief rushes through me at the same time I feel barbed wires coil in my belly. I spring to action, already berating myself. How badly is she hurt? She doesn’t sound like it but…

“It’s me. Where are you?” I rush toward the bedroom, flicking on lights along the way. I enter the bedroom and stop dead in my tracks when she answers, “In the bathtub.”

“Are you hurt?”

“What? No.”

Fuck me. She’s in there, possibly naked. I’ve already crossed a line by claiming her mouth. But this…this is different.

“Are you coming? The water is cold now, and I’m freezing. I was so stupid. I thought I could take a bath, but once I got in here, I couldn’t get out.”

Scrubbing a hand across my face, I mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to see. Just thinking of her without a scrap of clothing already gets me hard, what more if I actually see her in all her naked glory?

“You’re still too weak to soak in water alone,” I call back as I slowly walk toward her, my whole body taut with tension.

“Then maybe, you should get in here and help me before I do any more damage to myself!”

I step into the bathroom and see her lying on her back. Her wet, soapy tits bounce on the top of the water. Straining my neck to peer in further, I follow the curve of her hips to the little mound between her thighs. She’s absolutely perfect and my dick jumps to attention. I don’t just want this girl, I have to have her. I’ll go ballistic if I don’t.

“I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen me like this, but how long are you going to stare? I need some help here, remember?”

I blow out a breath, now too hard to the point of pain. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just that you’re so fucking beautiful. You’re the kind of beautiful that makes men lose their minds. Mine included.”

I toss a towel over my shoulder and walk to the edge of the tub. Bending down, I wrap her arm around my neck and lift her to her feet. She wobbles a bit so I place my other arm around her waist, pulling her cold, wet body against me.

It takes herculean effort not to slide my hands and tongue along her creamy skin. I am too old to be acting like a lovesick schoolboy, but here we are.

She shivers, and that’s my cue to wrap the towel around her and carry her to the bed. Fucking lucky towel, touching places I cannot.

“I feel like an idiot,” she says as I lay her down.

“You can’t be doing things like this. No showers when you’re home alone and absolutely no baths. Now, I’m going to roll you over and take a look at your injuries from the accident. I remember you still have some bandages.”

I roll her on her stomach and open the towel. What a sweet, juicy ass she has. How nice would it be to slap and squeeze it as I sink myself inside her? In my mind, I easily convince myself that touching it is okay, and I slide my hands up her plump cheeks to the small of her back. She sighs when I put my hands on her and my cock jerks in my pants.

“Well? Did I mess something up back there?”

“Bandages are soaked, but the wounds are dry, so I’ll remove them now. Everything back here looks excellent, baby,” I reply.

“Are you talking about the stitches or my butt?” she giggles and wiggles her ass in the air.

“Both. The stitches are fine, and the ass is fine. Everything is exactly as it should be.”

“I fell on my butt pretty hard. Is it bruised?”

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