Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (4 page)

I nodded silently. Dr. Jeffries
had me.

"Well," he sighed,
"I wish I could do something to help you, but unfortunately, we're two
strangers on completely different trajectories in life. My time is scheduled
back-to-back five days a week, and I spend my weekends taking care of my
mother. And believe it or not, I'm probably the least burned-out of all my colleagues.
I don't even want to think about what it would be like if I had a wife or
family."

"Can't people like us just
get away from it all?"

"Not without robbing a bank.
I've got loans to pay off, too. It’s funny, but do you know that our federal
government spent $350 billion dollars to bail out those banker assholes after
they helped cause the damn recession? I have my bank robbery all planned
out." He smiled slyly and nodded, and for a second I couldn't tell whether
he was being sarcastic or not. I had a brief vision of us rampaging around the
country like Bonnie and Clyde, before I came to my senses again.

I leaned back in my chair,
stretching my legs and kicking off my heels. God, I realized, I was turning
into such a bitch on the road. It was all those cold hotel rooms and late
nights alone. Dr. Jeffries' presence was calming, and I realized that I almost
never had a real conversation with anyone anymore, except when I called my mom.

"My job disgusts me," I
finally said.

"It disgusts me, too,"
Dr. Jeffries replied curtly. "The drug companies spend billions on
advertising each year. No one spends near that amount of money telling people
to take care of their health and prevent all these expensive medical
interventions in the first place. That would obviously be more cost-effective.
And I wish they would spend some money to tell women to get regular pap
smears."

Gross, I thought. I agreed with
everything he had said thus far, but I didn't really feel like talking about
vaginas.

But Dr. Jeffries wasn’t one to
bother
himself
with proper social conventions.

"When is the last time you
had a
pap
smear, Abby?"

Eew, I thought again.

"Uh, I dunno. Like, six or
seven years ago maybe?" I shrugged.

"Do you see what I mean? And
you work in healthcare!"

"I know, I know," I
said, trying to brush it aside, "It just doesn't seem worth the
time."

"The time? Heck, you're
sitting inside a gynecologist's office right now. My first patient is coming in
half an hour, and that gives you way more time than the 15 minutes the insurance
companies allow me to spend with my supposed patients. Let's do it right
now."

Right now?
I looked at Dr. Jeffries in
shock. Maybe to him, it seemed completely logical and rational. But to me, it
seemed completely inappropriate. What did he want me to do?
Strip
right here and now?

Then I felt a naughty tingle turn
into a hot bloom, prickling across my skin. Why shouldn't I let Dr. Jeffries'
examine me? After all, I'd fantasized about fucking him in his office just last
night.

"Okay," I said, smiling
at him. "That absolutely makes sense."

"Right this way, miss,"
he said getting out of his chair with vigor and leading me into an exam room. I
felt my heart start to beat a little faster as he closed the door and pulled on
a pair of exam gloves.

"No need to change into a
gown—that dress is short enough," he said matter-of-factly. "If
you could just remove your underwear for me, please."

"Okay," I breathed. I
pulled my panties off, suddenly feeling very wicked.

"Now lie down on the table
for me with your feet in the stirrups here."

My heart started to pound even
harder as I laid back and put my feet in the metal stirrups. It seemed totally
inappropriate to be doing this in my most revealing dress with my legs spread
wide open; another rush of tingles cascaded down my body.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes." Was it my
imagination, or was his voice just a note huskier?

I could feel how wet I was, and
there was no way that Dr. Jeffries, as perceptive as he is, couldn't tell how
aroused I was. This was like one of my naughty fantasies coming to
life—not in a million years would I have thought that this sort of thing
would actually happen.

I watched as Dr. Jeffries tore
the plastic wrapping off of a sterilized speculum and applied lubricant to it.

"This is going to feel a
little cold." Then he slowly slid it inside of me, inch by inch.
Involuntarily, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. I hadn't even realized how
turned on I was until he had stuck that thing inside me. It felt good. When he
began to dilate it I felt myself start to throb, hard. I only ever felt like
that when I was dripping wet, and I knew Dr. Jeffries could probably see
strings of lust dripping from my pussy.

Oh my God, I thought. This was so
wrong and inappropriate, but at the same time, it felt so incredible.

"I'm going to clean you up a
little here," Dr. Jeffries said, reaching for a wipe. This time, his voice
was definitely huskier. It was so
deep,
it was
practically just a rumble.

"Okay," I whispered.
When he used the wipe to clean up the lust that was dripping from me, I
involuntarily let out a gasp.

"It's all right if you're
aroused, Abby," he soothed. As reassuring and professional as he was
trying to be, the sound of his voice betrayed just how aroused he was.

My mind flashed back to my fantasy
last night, when I imagined him fucking me from behind against the exam table.
I let out another moan, unable to contain myself.

Dr. Jeffries took the sample
(which was mildly uncomfortable—he did an excellent job!), and then he
closed the speculum and slid it out. My body was heaving, and I felt hot and
clammy with sweat under my clothes. I wanted to feel it back inside me. Or
rather, I wanted to feel him inside of me.

"I'll have this sent to the
lab right away," he declared. “You may put your underwear back on.”

I swung my legs off the exam
table and stepped out onto the floor. The first thing I noticed was the bulge
in Dr. Jeffries' pants. I felt another shock of tingles run down my body. Oh my
God he was big.

I sidled up to him like a
seductress, not wanting to fight the heat that was coursing through my body. I
cupped his bulge, running my hand over him and feeling his heat through the
fabric of his pants.

"It's all right if you're
aroused, doctor," I purred, mocking him.

He looked like he was in shock
for a second
,
then he quickly regained his composure.
His hands were suddenly all over me, running down the small of my back,
circling the narrowness of my waist, and finally settling on my ass and
grabbing me hard, rolling my hips forward into his.

I moaned, one hand still on his
cock. Then his fingers slid down further, pulling up my skirt and grabbing two
hot handfuls of my bare flesh.

"Goddamn," he breathed.
"I love your body."

"Let's do it right here in
the office." I bit my lip as I loosened his belt, wanting all of a sudden
to feel his bare cock in my hands. I was so aroused I felt like I was about to
lose my mind.

His fingers found my slit and I
gasped again as they ran slowly down my slickness and pushed inside me.

"
Oh yeah,
" I
moaned deliriously, "Just like that. You want to fuck me in there, don't
you? You want to put your huge cock inside me?" My eyes locked with his.
They were blazing. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling hard, toned muscle
underneath. Nerdy or not, his body was undeniably masculine. I grabbed a
fistful of his shirt and pulled him towards the exam table as his hands started
to pull my dress up.

Just when I thought I was going
to get fucked on the exam table, someone knocked on the door.

"Dr. Jeffries?" I heard
his secretary call. "Your first patient has arrived."

"Shit," he hissed.

I tugged and worked my dress back
over my body. Dr. Jeffries took a step back. I nervously smoothed out my
appearance and pulled my panties on. Once my strappy heels were back on my feet
and I'd ascertained that my hair was in place, I followed him out.

His secretary looked at us
askance as we both emerged from his exam room; I felt my face flush.

"Rebecca, could you have
Abby fill out some paperwork?
Just the standard Pap smear.
And don't worry about insurance; she's a pharmaceutical rep."

"Alright then," Rebecca
said, her eyes scanning me judgmentally.

I stared back at her defiantly.
Maybe she had a crush on Dr. Jeffries. She was pretty cute, a petite, nerd-hot
little thing with dyed red hair and spotless porcelain skin.

"Thanks," I said,
picking up the clipboard of paperwork she shoved my way. "It was really
nice of Dr. Jeffries to check me out on such short notice."

She didn't say anything and
turned back to her computer instead. Her long blue nails flickered across the
keyboard efficiently.

After filling out the necessary
paperwork I handed the clipboard back, still feeling hot and embarrassed.
Rebecca wrote something on the back of a business card and handed it over to
me. I looked at it, expecting to read a catty remark or insult.

Instead, Dr. Jeffries cellphone
number was written there in perfect cursive.

"Don't mention it,"
Rebecca said flatly before coolly turning her attention to her computer once
again.

****

I sat nervously at the cafe table,
reaching for my phone every few minutes to check whether Dr. Jeffries had
called or sent a message. I felt like a nervous wreck.

I postponed my flight back east
until the following day, and I just had one more night in Phoenix before I had
to leave. I didn't know how to feel about what Dr. Jeffries and I had done in
his office. Maybe he already got what he wanted. Or maybe he was just like all
the other doctors and thought I was a dumb blonde bimbo not worth calling.

Still no
calls.

I sighed, suddenly feeling a
little foolish. I let my infatuation with a stranger get the best of me. It was
now past one o'clock. If he wanted to call me over his lunch break he would
have already.

I paid my bill and left.

Maybe I'd splash around in the
hotel pool for a little,
then
head back upstairs to
catch up on sleep. I groaned and stretched before getting back inside my rental
car.

Sure, the disappointment stung,
but I was a tough girl, and I could deal with it.

The hotel pool was all beautiful
bodies and cold drinks. I swam a few laps, getting nice and tired before I
caught some rays. I decided I was okay with Dr. Jeffries not calling me back;
even if I didn't see him and it was totally awkward next time I came on a sales
trip. I needed a day to relax anyway, and doing so in Phoenix, on the company's
dollar, was just fine with me. I decided I'd take myself out somewhere nice
tonight and enjoy myself. Who cared if people looked at me weird at the
restaurant?

I laid a towel on a pool lounger
and watched as some hunky-looking guys walked into the pool area. They were
bronze, ripped, and shallow looking.
In other words,
douchebags.
Just the type that always went for me.

I rolled over and let the sun
kiss my back, looking the opposite way of the men who had just arrived. The
moment one of them caught your eye it was always a pain to get them to leave
you alone. And the colder and bitchier I was, the more they always took it as a
challenge.

"Damn girl," one of
them said as they walked past, "you got a fine ass."

"A
fine
ass,"
another stressed.

Oh God—was that all they
had? They were even douchier than I imagined. I ignored them without saying a
word. When they settled into the pool and their conversation was finally out of
earshot, I dozed off.

I awoke with a start an hour later,
feeling the sting of sunburn on my back. I decided to check if Dr. Jeffries
called, just one more time before I found a place to eat dinner by myself. I
searched around in my purse for my cellphone,
then
realized it wasn't there.

Shit. I had left it upstairs to
charge.

I wobbled to my feet, still
groggy from my nap, and wiggled back into my short-shorts. But I didn't make it
ten feet before I ran into the douchebags again. Of course, the one with the
biggest muscles was the one who grabbed my shoulder and talked to me.

"Hey girl," he slurred.
I cringed at the smell of alcohol on his breath. "It's my bro's bachelor
party tonight, and we're all going to have a little pre-party in our hotel
room. You going to join us, or what?"

"Get off me," I
snarled, pushing his hand off my shoulder. He reached forward again, this time
grabbing my waist.

"Hey, we were just wondering
if you care to join us for drinks, that’s all. No need to get hostile."
His voice was so smug and condescending I wanted to strangle him.