Dr. Tall, Dark & Chasing Me: Got you something today.
There’s a picture attached of a four-pound container of my favorite peppermint candy, the soft chewable ones. How did he know I’m almost out?
Me: Does it include delivery service?
Dr. Tall, Dark & Chasing Me: For a fee.
Me: And what’s the cost?
Dr. Tall, Dark & Chasing Me: A taste.
I drop the phone as clients start rolling in as if the device is a hot potato and my hands are being seared to a scorching-hot level. I’m saved, for now. Until the end of my class at least, and maybe even afterward if I can keep my hands to myself and not reach back out to him. The only problem with that is, I’m tempted to give him more than just a taste.
TWO
Tony
The alarm blaring in my ear wakes me up from a dream I was thoroughly enjoying. One where Coralynn woke me up with her mouth beneath the covers. It’s safe to say that didn’t happen. It’s also safe to say my cock is more than ready to make the dream a reality.
Too bad the piece of flesh between my legs will have to wait. After checking the clock on my nightstand, it’s clear that I’ve hit the snooze button one time too many. I sit up and allow the sheets to drop, revealing my nakedness, and am reaching for my phone. Last night, Coralynn kept me guessing if she’d respond. She didn’t, and by the time I fell asleep, I’d assumed the peppermints I picked up for her would be sitting on the counter for the time being.
Imagine my surprise when I see a text from none other than the troublemaker herself.
Coralynn: Fine. One taste, and it’s of my choosing.
Me: Name the time and place.
I start to drop my phone back to the wood grain top near the bed when it goes off again. Looks like I’ll be getting my day started a bit later than I thought. It doesn’t help that my cock shows no signs of settling down, it’s staying rock fucking solid. I’d be pushing it if I detoured to the shower and took care of business before then made my way into the office. Then again, I’m doing rounds at the hospital, and there’s more wiggle room when I arrive, it just means my workday will end later than usual.
Coralynn: I’m home until about ten, then I’ll be at LITHE.
“Gesù Cristo!” The thought of going to her house, with nobody else around, and having her to myself, well, it only makes my thoughts run fucking wild.
Me: Be there in thirty.
The first order of business is get my ass out of bed, grab a pair of scrubs for hospital rounds, brush my teeth, run my fingers through my unruly-as-hell hair, a reminder that I need to stop at the barber shop sometime this week to get it under control, then grab a cup of coffee, the bucket of peppermints I placed on the kitchen counter last night, and attempt not to fly through the streets in order to get to Coralynn’s in record time.
Coralynn: I’ll be here.
I abandon my phone on the bed, head to the bathroom, flip on the light, and wince at how bright it is. You’d think I’d be accustomed to brightness, given I work in a hospital andattached office building. Add in the lack of sleep from when I’m on call, and my eyes shouldn’t be this sensitive, but their light green shade seems to make them so. It’s a rarity within my Italian culture, most of us have brown eyes, though my parents didn’t, and neither did theirs.
I go through the process of brushing my teeth, dealing with my hair, and all of the other fun shit you have to do in the morning. Once I’m dressed, I pick up a few things around my room before I head out into the kitchen. I flip the switch on my one-cup brew system and grab a frozen breakfast sandwich out of the freezer to nuke while the coffee percolates.
A few minutes later, my arms are laden with everything I need plus more. My mother would be shocked to shit to see me carrying everything in one trip. Growing up, I’d be a little shithead, trying to get out of grabbing what I could. Dad would smack the back of my head to knock some sense into me, but it didn’t stop me from doing it. Only when I got older did I realize what a turd I was being. Now, taking two trips or hoping someone would pick up my slack is a thing of the past.
I situate everything in the SUV that’s parked in the garage, then rush back inside to double-check all the lights, coffee pot, and anything else that could cause an issue while I’m away. I miss living with a pet, but I’ve yet to head to the animal shelter to foster or adopt because I’m gone too damn much. Add in Luke and Shae’s wedding, and it’ll be a miracle if I don’t live at the office when they head out for their honeymoon. While you can shift routine appointments to fit a schedule when a doctor is out, the same can’t be said for babies. They come whether or not you’re on vacation, which means I’ll be helping Luke, and so will the other partner who started a couple of months ago.
After going through the house, I slide into the driver’s seat and make my way to Coralynn’s.
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A lot of curves,turns, and a few cuss words later, I’m at Coralynn’s fifteen minutes later. I park behind her car, unfold from my own, grab the container of peppermints, and I’m making my way to the front door of the small cottage-style house she’s renting. There was a time when Shae mentioned Coralynn could take over the lease of her apartment, but Coralynn couldn’t make it work in the time frame it needed to happen.
I’m barely on the front porch when the door opens, and the troublemaker who keeps me wrapped around her finger in every way possible appears in the doorway.
“I’m ready for that taste now, Coralynn,” I greet her, setting the treat I picked up for her on the small table she has beneath the window. When she closes the door behind her, attempting to keep me out, all it does is help me go after what I want.
“I bet you are. Remember, it’s on my terms, and I get to name my price.” Her hair is tossed up in some kind of haphazard bun, with soft tendrils falling around her face and shoulders here and there. Her eyes are tinged with sleep, and it looks like she rushed to put on a robe over whatever night clothes she has on beneath, judging by the way it’s tied and the lapels being lopsided.
