“I’ll happily take you up on that.” He beat me to the door and grabbed the doorknob before I could twist it. Then he spun me around. “Yes, I fucking like you, Natalie. A lot more than I should.”

“How easy was that to say?”

“Very. Take off your clothes.” He was in front of me in seconds, his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair as I struggled to unzip the side of my dress.

Impatient, he moved my hand away and unzipped my dress himself. Then he pushed me down onto the chaise and unbuckled his pants.

“Get on your knees ...” He whispered into my ear, and I slowly rose up on all fours. He moved behind me and grabbed my ponytail, gently pulling it back.

I heard the sound of him unwrapping a condom, and the next thing I felt was him slowly sliding his cock inside of me. Inch by inch.

It’s definitely nine inches...

“Ahhh...” I murmured, and he kissed the back of my neck.

I dug my nails into the leather as he commanded me to be still, as my body adjusted to the full, thick length of him.

He kissed my shoulder softly, but there was an abrupt end to his sweetness. He suddenly gripped my hips and pounded his cock into me relentlessly, making me cry out in pleasure. His left hand cupped my mouth to muffle my loud screams, and he used his other hand to hold me taut against him.

Shutting my eyes, I let him have full control and gave into him — not focusing on anything else. As he bit my skin harshly, he whispered, “Your pussy feels so fucking good...so fucking good...”

The phone on his desk rang as he thrust into me deeper. I expected him to simply let it ring as we continued, but he pulled me back by my hair and whispered, “Pick it up.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He slid into me again. “Pick up the phone. Answer it.”

“Now?”

“Right now.” He slapped my ass, never losing his rhythm.

With him still pounding into me, I picked up the phone. “Dr. Ashton’s office.” I answered breathlessly. “How may I —” I held back a moan. “How may I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Hannah Yates. I was hoping to reach Dr. Ashton about my appointment this evening. I wanted to let him know that I’d be coming a little earlier, and if that would be okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” he whispered into my ear. “Tell her it’s more than okay.”

“Um, ma’am, it’s —” I bit my lip as his thumb massaged my clit. “I’m sure that will be more than okay. I’ll let him know. Have a great day.”

“No, wait! Could you also tell him that I’m open to talking about my sex life? Tell him he can ask me those questions this time, so it won’t be awkward.”

I nodded, as if she could see me, unable to say anything as my body began to tremble and shake.

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Are you, Dr. Madison?” He kissed my neck. “Are you there?”

“Yessss....” I moaned and dropped the phone, falling forward against his desk. He caught me before my face could hit the wood, and then he picked up the phone himself.

“Miss Yates, this is Dr. Ashton, are you still on the line?” He pounded into me harder as he found his own release, holding me against him as he kept his voice calm as ever. “Yes ...Yes, I was telling Dr. Madison that would be completely fine, so you don’t have to —” He kissed the back of my neck. “You don’t have to check later ... Okay ... Yes, that offer still stands ... Right ... Okay, see you then.”

He hung up the phone and slowly pulled out of me before laying me against the chaise. He took off the condom and threw it away, then he walked back over to me and helped me back into my dress.

He looked at me, slightly concerned. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. I’d never been fucked like that before, and I was pretty sure I would be replaying today in my dreams for months to come.

“Are you planning to stay the rest of the day, or —” He looked at his watch. “Is it almost time for you to pretend like you have an emergency with ‘Shan-Shan,’ so you can leave and keep applying to Manhattan Medical?”

“No, I ...” My cheeks reddened. “I wasn’t going to pretend.”

“So, there is an emergency?”

“No,” I admitted. “But there could be in a few minutes. You never know.”

“And is ‘Dirty Doctor’ what you call me behind my back?” He looked somewhat amused.

“I have a different nickname for you, actually.”

“Care to tell me what it is?”

“Never.” I smiled. “But if you’d like me to change it, you can drop the alpha-asshole thing as of today and try to be a bit more romantic.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You don’t want to know the answer to that, but it includes the return of email-only conversations.”

“Hmmm.” He adjusted my bra and stood up to buckle his pants. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Madison. Enjoy the rest of your day. No questions asked.”

“Really?”

He nodded and walked to the door — holding it open for me. “Really.”

I stood up and immediately grabbed the side of the chaise for balance, feeling just how weak and sore my legs were. I caught Garrett smiling as I slowly wobbled toward him.

Holding back his sarcasm, he pressed a kiss against my forehead before I stepped out of the room. “See you tomorrow.”

THE DOCTOR

New York, New York

Garrett

Subject: Thank you for the chocolate covered strawberries you had delivered yesterday.

I didn’t get a chance to see you at the office today, but I loved them. (Yes, that counts as being more ‘romantic’. The extra note about really enjoying how my pussy feels against your cock does not, though. O_o. )

—Dr. Madison

I laughed and set my phone down.

I shut my office door and headed down the wing, making sure everything was dark and in its place. The light at the end of the hall in the study room was still on, so I walked toward it, and when I stepped inside, I saw Natalie was reading and sipping a cup of coffee.

She immediately looked up at me and blushed. “I thought you were gone for the day.”

“Not yet.” I pulled out the seat across from her. “What are you studying?”