Dirty Doctor
Page 22“You’re applying for other residencies while you’re here?” He sounded angry, but there was a hint of hurt in his voice. “How long have you been doing this behind my back?”
“Just today, when you started being a condescending asshole again.” I gritted my teeth.
“Are you sure it’s just today?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer him before a new email popped onto my screen from Shannon, and I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent him from seeing it.
Subject: Emergency! (Is it now? LOL)
Am I supposed to call your office right now so you can tell Dirty Doctor there’s an emergency you have to tend to or is it in an hour? I can’t remember ...
Let me know ...
—Shan-Shan
“So, you’re a liar as well?” Dr. Ashton clenched his jaw.
“Better than being a psycho who doesn’t know how to treat the smartest resident he’s ever had.”
“You’re also the sexiest resident I’ve ever had, Natalie.” He closed the gap between us. “And that’s the fucking problem.”
“My looks make you treat me bad?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re a therapist and you actually allowed those words to come out of your mouth? Seriously?”
“No.” My blood was boiling. “Your reasoning is absolute bullshit. It sounds more like, I like you, Natalie, but I’m just an alpha-asshole who’s too scared to be a gentleman, so I’ll just treat you badly as my way of showing ‘I like you’ whenever it hits me.”
“That’s not it.”
“It’s not?” I tried to step back, but he snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest. “That doesn’t sound the least bit plausible to you?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Then why have you consistently brought me, and only me, breakfast and coffee to work every day? Every. Single. Day?”
“We share an office. It’d be rude not to do so.”
“Why have there been random, nightly flower and wine deliveries to my house, then?”
“Maybe I feel bad for breaking the fraternization rules and want to make it up to you.”
“And the handwritten invitation in the mail from you to me?”
“To Per Se?” His expression softened, but it didn’t stay long.
“Yes, to fucking Per Se for four weeks from now because you said you ‘really, really wanted’ a make-up date.” My chest was heaving up and down, and I was on the verge of screaming. “What’s your excuse for that one?”
“You know what?” I jerked away from him and headed toward the door, hating that I was beyond wet, that I could clearly see the imprint of his hardened cock through his pants. “Fuck you, Dr. Ashton. Fuck. You.”
“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.
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.” ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">