Falling For The Doctor (BWWM Pregnancy Romance) (4 page)

CHAPTER SIX

Sherina Jones’s phone rang for the umpteenth time and she cursed as she shoved another spoon of ice cream into her mouth and ignored it. David had been calling off and on for about a week, refusing to leave a message.

She knew exactly why he was calling. She had bolted from his office after they had finished having sex and all his efforts to reach her since then had not been very successful because she had refused to take his calls.

Andre was another problem too. She had stood him up the night of the accident and he had taken offense, thinking it was deliberate. She hadn’t seen him all week to explain because he was out on assignment but when she had called his number to explain, he simply said he was busy and hung up before she could get a word out.

It was a fine Saturday morning and instead of going out to enjoy it, here she was, holed up in her house, afraid to leave.

Alright,
she admitted to herself,
I’m scared. I mean what if I get pregnant?
 
Or who knows if he has some disease. I mean he’s a doctor and all, but still.

Her television screen filled with a scene from Gone with the Wind and her heart constricted as she watched Rhett Butler look over at Scarlett with heat in his eyes. She didn’t need all this sappy nonsense.

Darren and Deb must have been married by now, she thought and then felt a spurt of pleasure as she realized that not only did more gaping pain not follow that statement, she had not thought of the pair all week! Life was good. If this was what moving on felt like, then life was good!

Her doorbell sounded just then, interrupting her and she jumped at the unexpected sound. Her eyes glared accusingly at the door before she slowly plunked her ice cream onto an end table and walked to the door in bare feet. A look through the peephole told her it was a delivery man bearing a huge bouquet of flowers. Who would be sending her flowers? She was wearing only a tee-shirt that came to the top of her thighs but the bouquet of flowers on the other side looked heavy so she swung open the door and let the man in.

As she signed for the flowers, someone else appeared in her doorway before she could so much as shut it. Sherina rolled her eyes; of course he would show up in person!

“What? My silence wasn’t clue enough? What the hell are you doing here?”

David stared silently at her. He was wearing a dark blue cashmere sweater in concession to the somewhat chilly weather; coupled with a pair of well-worn jeans that tapered to his body and accentuated the hard lines of his strong muscular thighs. He looked devastatingly handsome and attractive; his eyes were gleaming in the as he looked down at her, his firm lips parted in what she knew to be remembered pleasure because she had seen that expression on her own face in the bathroom mirror several times this past week.

The last thing she needed at this point was to be near him. She went to war with herself all week to keep from rushing to the hospital and begging him to make love to her.

“What is it David?” Sherina asked again.

David sighed, stepping closer to her as he said, “I would be just as delighted to have this conversation in the doorway but something tells me your neighbor in 4c isn’t peering out at us for her health.”

The unexpected sarcasm gave her pause and her eyes involuntarily went to the door of 4c. Sure, enough, the door was open a crack and a bit of gray hair showing through the crack told her Mrs. Peterson was at it again. The woman was a notorious gossip and busybody and Sherina had learned to ignore and avoid her, as had everyone else in the building.

Sherina stepped back, allowing David to enter her boudoir and even as she did so, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something had just been set in motion.

David was so large he seemed to take up the entire room as he walked towards her cushion. His size made the cushion look puny, she realized seeing it through his eyes. Well she had put this house together for herself with every intention of living in it alone so there was no call to expect her to have man-sized furniture.

“I suppose that answers one of my questions,” David said, looking around.

“What question?”

“You live alone,” he said, gesturing towards her with one hand. “I didn’t hear from you for so long I was beginning to think you were in a serious relationship with someone.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?” she asked defensively.

David didn’t answer, just quirked an eyebrow and looked around, letting his eyes do the talking for him. Her house was filled with girly, small-sized furniture. Her favorite seat was slim enough to take her lithe, slim body but it certainly wouldn’t take a man; especially not one as big as David was.

She saw his point, she thought rolling her eyes. “Alright, and what if I’m not?”

Silence reigned for a beat, and then he said quietly, “I miss you Sherina.”

His dark eyes held hers earnestly and she read the truth in his gaze; he had been miserable! She had been miserable too but that was just her.

“I don’t understand,” she hedged. She missed what they had done; who wouldn’t the man was so virile it was a wonder he was still single. But she wasn’t looking for a relationship. So what did she want?

“I miss you Sherina” he repeated simply. “Why have you been avoiding my calls?”

Sherina bit down on her lips, flopping onto her favorite cushion as she considered the question. Did she really want to get into this with him, she wondered.

“Listen now is not a good time...”

“Did I hurt you? Is that it? I was so enthusiastic I probably wasn’t as gentle as I could have been,” he said earnestly.

Sherina licked her lips stifling a groan. The man would be the death of her! With just a simple sentence, he had her back in the consulting room, spread-eagled as she screamed for him to go deeper, faster. Raw heat filled her as she shifted in her seat and her breath caught in her throat as she looked up and caught the answering flash of heat in his gaze.

Before she was aware of even moving, she was across the room in a flash and in his arms. Her hands urgently reached for his zipper. His pants were open in a flash and his thick, bulging, big, fat penis jutted out hard and ready.

Sherina licked her lips and bent forward, taking him in her mouth. David groaned, his hand tangling in her hair as he encouraged her. The woman was like a virus in his blood, he thought as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

“You taste so good,” Sherina moaned against his penis and David grunted, feeling pleasure streak through him as she licked him with her soft tongue. 

She flicked the tip of her tongue this way and that over the tip of his penis and then just when he was getting used to that, she used the underside of her tongue to rub against the tip of his penis. David gasped, straining as the top of his head almost came off at the different sensation.

His blood quickened, roaring in his head and he immediately urged her to her feet. He positioned her above him and then gently guided her to seat on his penis. He sighed with pleasure as she took him in her wet, warm, passage.

David groaned, adjusting his position beneath her and then Sherina began to move, thrusting up and down along his hard length. Her tight passage enclosed every inch of his dick so completely that the sensation was out-of-this-world. His hands wound around her, pulling her back flush against his chest as she rode him hard.

David’s hands squeezed her soft, big nipples, as he murmured encouragement in her ear. Sherina increased her tempo, rising and falling so fast on his hard, thick dick that the entire room was almost a blur.

Sherina moaned louder and louder her cries of ecstasy and pleasure mingling with David’s. She began to move faster with each passing moment, reaching for fulfilment as the world began to tilt crazily. Soon, she was hot all over, set on fire by a thousand sensations. Her back arched in ecstasy as she moaned even louder, panting now with excitement. Pleasure pooled between her thighs, and within seconds, her pussy was pulsing and clenching with the force of her orgasm as hot wet cum poured out of her pussy and onto his penis. The waves lasted, drawing out longer and longer and when it was finally over, she sagged against David, sated and spent.

He lifted her off of him and slowly began to zip his pants. Sherina shot him a surprised look, “You didn’t cum.”

His lip quirked in the semblance of a smile as he looked down at her, “I didn’t need to. Just watching you cum was enough for me.”

Sherina’s heart thudded in her chest at his words; did such a man still exist? Darren had been more of the wham-bam thank you sort but she had been so in love with him she hadn’t wanted to face the fact that his style of lovemaking was more selfish than most.

“So um, what did you want to talk about?” Sherina asked as she pulled her tee-shirt back down over her legs.

“I can’t get you out of my mind Sherina. Lord knows, I tried. I think we need to define this, what we have.”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down! There’s no
we
. You and I just had sex a time or two and suddenly you want a definition?” Sherina shrilled.

David stared at her silently, his expression grave as he considered her response. Then he said, “I am not suggesting white picket fences and carpooling but I think we have something. I would simply like a chance to explore, see where it takes us.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“How about we start slow, go on a few dates, get to know more about each other. I really like you Sherina, I just want to know more about you.”

“Like you know anything so far,” she snorted.

“I have no way of knowing as much as I want to yet, but I do know that you have a sweet tooth; your skin is baby soft and
you
love to subject me to torture.”

“Me?”

“Your panties drive me crazy,” he confirmed, pulling her into his arms.

Sherina grinned against his neck. Alright this was unfamiliar territory, but she liked the hell out of it. The man was so self-assured and confident it was weird seeing him vulnerable or admitting to weakness of any sort.

“That was the idea,” she breathed against his neck before pulling his head down for a sweet, drugging kiss that curled every one of her toes and left her breathless in seconds.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“I am not following you Miss Jones? How on earth did you manage to misrepresent to a fifty million dollar client that we were too busy to so much as take his calls?”

The question was boomed at Sherina from across a conference table which was so long it had to be at least six-feet by a very angry looking, incredibly attractive Frenchman with his hair in a sexily mussed disarray. Sherina tamped down on speedily rising embarrassment as every eye in the room turned her way.

Andre had been on the warpath since he returned from his trip, and no prizes for guessing why. She had borne his snide comments, cutting remarks and derogatory questions with the patience of a saint because she told herself she had good reason to. But at this point, he was starting to get on her nerves and this latest was something she was not going to overlook because he was crossing the line from hurt into jerk. Besides, she had tried to get him alone in the week since he had been back but he kept avoiding her. She had stood him up the night they were to have gone to Masa, true; and she had missed his calls eighteen times. But in her defense, she had been distracted by a little thing called an accident!

Alright if she was being completely honest she had also been distracted by a big thing, one which just happened to be located in David’s pants! Her anger faded as rapidly as it had gathered and she forced a semblance of a smile as she looked over at Andre.

“I did no such thing Sir,” she enunciated clearly and slowly. “I merely explained to Mr. Wyatt that I was unable to answer the precise question he had asked and offered to transfer his call to Mr. Wingman.”

“You covered that part; except Mr. Wingman never received a call. He’s sitting right here and that was three days ago!” Andre pointed out.

Sherina rolled her eyes inwardly, careful to keep her exasperation from showing on her face.

“I ...” she began, but was rudely interrupted by the loud ringing of a phone.

Everybody turned as one to stare, thankfully, in another direction. It was Mr. Wingman’s phone. With an apologetic shrug, he pressed the receive button. When he heard who it was, he sat upright immediately. His eyes went to hers over the conference table as he mouthed the name of his caller.

Sherina sagged against her seat, suddenly weak as a deflated balloon. The caller was the client in question.

The conference room cleared out immediately with everyone filing out as fast as they could. Sherina stayed on Andre’s tail, walking with him until they entered his office.

“Enough! I didn’t set out to stand you up the other night; I had a little thing called an accident and if you had bothered to pick up the one million and one times I called, I would have told you that. So again, enough!” she spat and turned on one heel to leave the room.

His hand on her arm prevented her and she turned reluctantly to face him.

“You’re right, I behaved like a jerk. I’m sorry. I was hurt but that was no excuse. I’m terribly sorry. Are you alright?” he asked.

Sherina glared up at him, not mollified in the least. His green eyes glinted down at her and she jutted out her chin in angry defiance.

“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t realize you were in an accident and I feel like such a tool for giving you a tough time. Forgive me?” he asked leaning down to kiss her hands. Sherina sighed. She never was fool proof against that French charm and the man turned it on mercilessly.

Sherina pulled her hand out of his grasp, wondering why she didn’t feel anything when his lips touched her hands. All David ever had to do was look at her and she was hot and ready.

Thinking of David brought a beautiful smile to her lips, her cheeks dimpling as she grinned happily up at Andre. He misunderstood the reason for her smile and returned her grin.

“Give me another chance?” he asked.

She thought about it and wanted to keep everything civil at work and dial back her obsession with David so agreed.

“Okay. But this time, something low-key okay? Masa was probably not a good idea,” she laughed.

He was watching her intently. “No I guess it was not. Sure you’re okay? You do seem a bit...out of it.”

“I’m great. See you later handsome,” she called over her shoulder as she fled the office.

***

“So I’m glad we did this,” he said.

“Me too,” Sherina agreed, reaching across the table to take his hand.

“So this is where you usually eat?” he asked now, looking around.

Sherina hid a grin. She would never have guessed it, but Andre for all his good qualities, was a bit of a snob. He had looked so out of place entering the tiny little restaurant at the corner of Madison Avenue that it had been all she could do to bite back her grin. And when the waiter presented him with the menu, he had looked at it as though he thought it had teeth.

“This is where I eat Andre, as do several humans in New York.”

“I wasn’t dissing the place or anything, I just...”

“You’re a regular at Masa aren’t you?” she asked, on a sudden realization. He hadn’t suggested Masa just to impress her, it was where he frequented regularly.

He shrugged, looking terribly guilty and cute at the same time, like a little boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar.

“I can’t help it; I love luxury. I was spoiled rotten as a child,” he admitted ruefully.

His honesty was so disarming that Sherina laughed out loud. Her tinkling laughter spoke of a woman enjoying herself and Andre laughed with her, unable to help himself. Several diners turned to smile appreciatively, charmed by the sound of wonderful female laughter floating from their table.

Sherina tossed her head, sending her hair swirling around her face in waves; she was blithely unaware of how incredibly sexy and attractive she looked as she did so. “You love luxury yes, but that does not mean you are spoiled you know.”

“I guess.”

Silence reigned a bit. Sherina cocked her head to the side, studying him and then she grinned, “Hmm. You are probably one of those disgustingly rich French people with an actual Chateau in France. You have one, don’t you?”

“Guilty,” he admitted laughing ruefully. “What gave me away?”

Before she could respond, their waiter materialized with a bottle of wine in tow. He topped off their wine glasses, solicitously filling Sherina’s to the very brim whilst his eyes discreetly delved onto her body.

As the man left, Andre leaned close and said with quiet anger, “I wonder why his eyes didn’t pop right out of their sockets and fall straight down your blouse.”

That set her off on another round of happy, tinkling laughter and several more diners turned to grin appreciatively towards their table.

“Oh come on,” she laughed as soon as she regained her voice, “He was just being nice.”

“Yeah, I can see why,” Andre agreed, his eyes trailing appreciatively over her smooth, feminine features as she dimpled at him.

Her phone beeped just then and she looked at the caller ID. It was David. Her world stopped; literally. She had gone out with Andre hoping to dial back her attachment to David but just one call from him and all her hard-won restraint crumbled like a pack of cards.

Her eyes flew to Andre’s and she forced a sick smile onto her lips, “Just a minute, Andre. I need to take this call. Please excuse me,” she added as she swung away from their table and strolled to a far corner of the room.

“Hello?”

“Turn around,” David’s voice said in her ear and in the phone.

With a start of surprise, she turned to around and sure enough, there he was. His dark, dark eyes locked boldly with hers and a frisson of awareness skittered down her spine.

She stuck her chin out, “What are you doing here? Following me?”

He said nothing, just regarded her silently out of grave, dark eyes.

“Andre is a colleague from the office,” she supplied after an unnerving bit of silence.

More silence.

“He is a friend! Just like you have friends! I am certain you’re not here by yourself!” she said, going on the attack.

Warm amusement lit his eyes as he nodded in the direction of his table. She followed his gaze and almost blushed crimson when she saw the pair of geriatrics who were his dinner companions.  They were so old, they had to be his grandparents.

“Relatives of yours?” she asked.

“Grandparents,” he supplied. “You don’t have to explain about the Frenchman you know; it was just fun watching you squirm. Besides, we never said we were exclusive.”

“Right,” she agreed unhappily, looking down at her feet. What if he had shown up tonight with a hottie on his arms? He had asked for a definition effectively putting the ball back in her court and she had given him sarcasm. “I should get back; Andre would be wondering where I am.”

“You do that. Although if you do get bored of Frenchy, my table is right over there.”

“
Frenchy
has a name! It’s Andre,” Sherina sputtered in indignation.

He grinned at her, the smile canting his lips and making him look sexier than ever.

Sherina gritted her teeth at the supreme confidence in his eyes as though he was certain she wouldn’t be able to stay away from his table. Angrily she stalked back to the table, her cheeks heated.

“That was one hell of a call,” Andre observed, grinning down at her.

“Indeed it was,” she agreed crossing her fingers behind her as she lied. A low-tinged laughter drew her attention and she looked over; of course it was David. She hadn’t realized her table was so close to his. She hadn’t even noticed him earlier.

She was furious at how easily he could affect her. Just knowing he was in the same room as herself made it difficult for her to so much as concentrate on Andre where minutes before she had found his conversation stimulating. She was so distracted that when Andre made a joke again, she didn’t catch it on time and he laughed alone. Her embarrassed gaze flew across the room; of course David was waiting for her gaze with a smug, arch look on his face.

That is the outside of enough
, her subconscious screamed as she tossed down her napkin with such violence that she gave Andre a start.

His confused gaze flew to hers as she jumped to her feet and she forced the semblance of a smile onto her face and said, “I need to use the restroom.”

It wasn’t a total lie, she assured herself as she stalked towards the back of the restaurant. Her face felt so heated anyway, she needed to cool it with some tap water, she decided.

As she walked into the ladies room, the door opened behind her at once but she ignored it.

“Sherina?”David said behind her.

Her eyes widened as she spun around. “What are you doing here?” she whispered.

“I miss you,” he said simply.

His eyes were pure fire; the heat in them sparked an answering flame in her and in mere seconds, she was in his arms, moaning and groaning as he stoked the flame higher and higher with his mouth, his hands and his urgent thrusts, until he pushed them both over the edge.

Minutes later, Sherina rushed back to her table, after adjusting her makeup and finger-combing her hair. Her eyes were bright, her lips full from the vigorous kisses and her breasts seemed just a tad fuller from all the kneading but she didn’t notice.

Andre studied her as she took her seat and said loud enough for David who was just returning to his seat right beside their table to hear, “Sherina, that visit to the ladies did you a world of good! I have never seen you look more ravishing!”

Sherina choked on a bit of teal she had just put in her mouth and found herself wishing she dared reach out to slap that wolfish grin off David’s mouth even as Andre patted her back solicitously.