I leave Ethan and go back to the lounge to change out of my scrubs. It’s eleven o’clock; probably too late to go back to Melissa’s, but I decide to text anyway.
Me: Too late to come back?
The reply comes in less than a minute.
Melissa: Not too late. I’m still up.
Me: Twenty minutes.
And twenty minutes later I’m at her door and Melissa’s there, wearing a clingy blue T-shirt and plaid flannel shorts. Looking like everything I ever wanted.
“Bad night?” she asks softly.
“Yeah.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.” I pull Melissa into my arms and breathe in the smell of her hair, then lead her up to her bedroom. She flips the button to lock the door, then flicks on the lamp beside the bed.
“I’m on call for the rest of the night,” I explain, setting my phone on the nightstand. “The resident’s good, but if someone needs surgery, I’ll have to go back.”
“We shouldn’t waste time, then,” Melissa says. Her fingers go to the button of my jeans. It’s like she knows how much I need this.
My jeans hit the floor, followed quickly by Melissa’s shirt and bra. And then she’s in my arms, and we fall onto the bed together. My mouth finds hers, wet and hot, and my hand drifts down to cup her ass. I pull her into me, and she grinds against my erection.
I could come, just from this. I’m starting to worry I’m not going to last, when she pulls away to strip off her shorts and panties.
“Take off your boxers and lie on your back,” she whispers, reaching over to grab a condom from the nightstand.
“Yes, ma’am.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I get rid of the boxers, and she rolls on the condom.
Then she straddles me, and she’s so beautiful that I hardly know where to look. At her eyes, gleaming like sapphires in the soft yellow lamplight? Or the glossydarkness of her hair, spilling loose over her shoulders? Her breasts are luscious, plush and proud, and they look even bigger from this angle.
She takes hold of my erection, rubbing me against her entrance and then guiding me home. Inch by glorious inch.
My mind empties of everything else. I’m no longer exhausted. No longer a surgeon who’s going to have to tell the chief of surgery that his friend has an alcohol problem.
Right now, I’m just a man making love to the woman he loves.
Although to be fair, Melissa’s doing most of the work. She’s riding me hard now, hot and slick and tight, and I can tell she’s close. I reach down and find her clit with my thumb, and a few seconds later, she goes off like a rocket. Her orgasm ripples through her, and it sets me off too.
After I take care of the condom, I hold her for a while, enjoying the softness of her skin against mine.
“I should probably go,” I finally tell her. “If I get called in to work, you’d have to get up to lock your door.”
“Should get you a key,” she mumbles, already half asleep.
“Okay.” I wouldn’t say no to that. “But tonight?—”
“Stay.” She snuggles in closer. “Jus’ wake me up if you have to go.”
Fortunately, my phone stays quiet until six A.M., when it buzzes with the alarm I set to get me out of the house before the kids wake up. I swipe it off quickly—Melissa’s still asleep—and fumble for my clothes using the light of the phone screen.
As I’m pulling on yesterday’s boxers, the bedside lamp flicks on. I turn to see Melissa watching me from the bed, her eyes heavy with sleep and desire.
“If you look at me like that, I’ll never leave,” I mutter. “And your kids will be up soon.”
“I guess,” she agrees, with a disappointed sigh that almost tempts me back into bed. I throw my clothes on quickly, and Melissa puts on a robe to walk me to the door.
