Love M.D. (10 page)

He slips my dress over my head,
exposing the strapless bra I wear. He loosens the enclosure, and it drifts away
in the water. Now, all I have on is the matching thong. He lowers his head,
kissing my neck. His tongue against my skin drives me completely insane.

Slowly, after kissing me once more,
he says, “I think it’s time I christen this house.”

Through his kisses, I laugh at his
words.

“Let’s get out of this pool. I want
to spread you apart and devour you in my bed.”

Oh bon Dieu.

“I want to run my tongue against
your beautiful skin and taste every waking inch of your body.”

His words send a powerful sensation
through my core. My heart races through my chest at simply the thought of what
I know is coming.

As we swim to the ladder, his cell phone
on the table rings. He helps me out of the pool, glances at the phone on the
table, and guides me toward the house.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

“Whoever it is, can wait. Besides,
I don’t recognize the number. I’ll call them back another time.”

We stagger up the stairs, stopping
on a few occasions as he kisses and fondles me against the wall. Lifting me in
his arms, he grinds his body against mine while surrounding me in his arms. I
wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his room.

As soon as we enter, he shoves some
files off the nearby vanity and places me in the center, my legs on either side
of the chair. He pulls the chair away and replaces it with his body. Gazing
into his eyes, I know where this is going. I’m so eager. I can’t remember the
last time I felt this hot, this sexy, this wanted. Unadulterated desire burns
within his hazel pools.

He leans into me, and his lips find
mine. As his tongue explores my mouth, he strokes my center through the fabric
of my thong. He works his way down my neck and breasts, taking them into his
mouth, while intensifying his motion over my center. I gyrate my hips, relishing
in the pleasure, eager to feel his tongue between my thighs.

The landline beside me rings,
interrupting our very intense kiss. We ignore it and sigh thankfully when it
eventually stops. He slips the crotch of my panties aside.

Oh oui.

I am so ready for this. The phone bellows
through the air again. Morgan kisses my breasts then runs his tongue down my
stomach as if he has no intention of stopping. For some reason, as much as I
don’t want this to end, my instincts tell me to stop.

Gently, I nudge him away, “Morgan, I
think you should get that.”

He looks at me and hesitates.

“Maybe it’s a patient,” I continue.

Reluctantly, still gently stroking
my center, he answers, “Hello… Oh, hi.”

He stops caressing me, stands upright
and continues, “If they told you to immediately see me then they must have
spotted something.”

He rakes his fingers through his
hair, walks away and sits at the edge of the bed. It’s hard not to notice that
the bulge between his legs rapidly decreases as the call continues, despite the
fact that I am completely drenched from him caressing my thighs.

“Where are you now? Okay wait for
me there. It’s not a problem. Sure… I understand. Bye.”

He ends the call.

“What’s wrong?”

He walks over to me, pecks me on my
lips then heads in the direction of the closet, “That was a patient, he has an
emergency. I’m sorry, baby. I hate to do this, but I have to see him now. It
sounds like some test results we were expecting just returned and there’s a
problem.”

“Go. I’ll sort things out here and
lock up. I’ll get Zach to pick me up.”

“
Ummm
… If you hurry, I can
take you home, or stay here if you like until I return.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just call me
when you get back.”

“I will,” he replies, kissing me
lightly on my lips. “Thank you for understanding, I promise I will make this up
to you,” he says and exits the room.

Sometime later, after I’ve tidied
up the deck then retrieved and dried our clothing from the pool, I call Zach to
pick me up. I’ve tried three times with no response, so I assume he must be preoccupied
with Megan. It is somewhat strange that an hour later he still hasn’t responded.
I call a cab to come by to take me home.

By the time I get home, there is
still no word from Morgan. I sit here—alone, and still very aroused. I can’t
believe that interruption. I realize now how badly I want this, how badly I
need this. I could call him to return to finish what he started, but as I think
about tonight the urges to satisfy my arousal only intensifies.

With thoughts of Morgan Drake in my
mind, I pull the crotch of my thong aside and imagine him sucking and licking
my clit in very much the same way he pleasured my lips. For a few seconds, I
arise, but in the end, I crave more. I crave
him
.

When I get
to the hospital, Zach is waiting for me. It
was awkward having that conversation in front of Zoë, but I suppose I just have
to treat Zach like some other patient.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I know you
were on a date with Zoë, and trust me, it broke my heart to interrupt that.”

You interrupted a lot more than
that…

“She was right in front me when
that call came through.”

“I would have waited, but when I
was handed the results the technician suggested I immediately call you. I
figured I should.”

“You did the right thing.”

He hands me the oversized envelope,
and I look through the documents and scans before me. I’m sick to my stomach,
and I know it’s because in many ways, this has become personal to me.

“Zach, I’m sorry to tell you this,
but because of the size and location of that tumor, we need to get you into
surgery.”

“Is this life threatening?”

“At the moment, it’s not. The
location of it is very dangerous. We need to get it out, or it can cause all
sorts of problems. You have to take this seriously.”

“I don’t want Zoë knowing about
this. She’ll be out of the country on Monday. Can we do this then?”

“Zach, you’re putting me in a very
awkward position.”

“Obviously, you care about my
sister or this wouldn’t be bothering you so much.”

“I do. I have very deep feelings
for her. And if there is one thing I know it’s that you are the center of her
life, her whole universe. She’d want to be there for you—life threatening or
not.”

“Maybe I should let Doctor Michaels
perform the surgery?”

“You can do that if you wish, but who
performs the surgery is not the issue here. It’s you going through such serious
surgery and not letting your family know. Why are you so adamant about this?”

“Because it would scare Zoë to
death, and since this is not life threatening, I see no need to worry her. I
can handle her screaming at me when all is said and done.”

“She’ll be screaming at you for the
rest of your life.”

“I can handle my sister. So Monday?”

“Sure. I’ll pencil you in. You’ll
need to see Doctor Walters, the anesthesiologist, and we need to go over a host
of things you need to do in preparation for surgery. Stop by and see me on
Thursday. Make a note of any questions you may have over the next few days. We’ll
address them then.”

“Great. Thank you.”

“And while you’re thinking of those
questions, reconsider telling your sister.”

“I hear you.” He shakes my hand and
exits the room.

Legally, I know I’m following the
rules and the law. I know what I’m doing is right. But this bothers me—whether
I perform the surgery or not.

The brother of the woman I’ve
developed deep feelings for is going into serious surgery. And although I
completely disagree with his decision to do this alone, ethically, I can’t say
a word to her about it.

Over the next
few days, I complete a job I was
working on in San José. On Monday, Jada and I will be flying to Greece, so I
prepare for my exit and meet with Leo and the rest of my staff to let them know
what to work on in my absence.

Saturday, I spend the morning at
the spa. I was expecting Jada to join me, but something came up at the last
minute, and she had to cancel.

After the way my date with Morgan
ended on Tuesday, I anticipate a steamy night ahead. I make sure my body, hair
and nails are in order as I prepare for tonight.

He’s an amazing kisser. I can’t
wait to see if he’s mastered the use of his tongue the way he did on my lips on
other parts of my body.

I return home in time to pick an
outfit to wear to Morgan’s party and get dressed. I eventually settle on a
blue, strapless ombré jumpsuit with a blouson waist and a full wide leg. It’s
casual enough, and I add some elegance with a complimentary set of earrings Zach
gave me for my birthday last year and a pair of killer heels. I slick my hair
back into a tight ponytail and after a touch of makeup, I head out.

When I arrive at the house, I
notice caterers are bringing in food. I take pleasure in watching my newly
built outdoor kitchen put to good use. Morgan is nowhere in sight. I head up
the stairs and gently knock on his bedroom door.

“Hey… just letting you know I’m
here.”

“Come in,” he replies.

I enter the bedroom and find him
wearing a pair of blue jeans and nothing else. Three shirts and a light sweater
lay on the bed.

“Hi,” he says as I walk through the
door. He circles me in his arms. I’m wearing heels, but I’m still not tall
enough to match his height. He tilts my head back and kisses my neck, then lips.

“You smell fantastic, and you look
incredible,” he says as his hands rove over my body and circle my ass. “My God
Zoë, are you wearing any underwear?”

“Maybe not,” I laugh as he
continues to pleasure my lips and grope my ass. Before I know it, his arousal pokes
through his jeans.

“Down boy.” Taking his hands away
from my body, I slowly back away.

A knock sounds on the door. “Uncle Morgan,
it’s Katie. Dad said to let you know we’re here.”

“That’s great, Sweetie. Tell him I’ll
be down in a minute.”

“
Uncle Morgan
, how sweet.” I
laugh.

“Which should I wear?” he looks down
at the bed.

“Any… a man like you could pull
anything off. Maybe the navy sweater. It will go well with my outfit.”

He slips the sweater over his head
and after running his fingers through his hair and putting on some leather
loafers we head downstairs.

A hyperactive little boy runs into Morgan’s
arms.

“Hey, little man. How are you?” he
asks, holding the maybe-four-year-old boy in his arms.

“I’m good. Daddy is out by the pool.
Mom couldn’t come.”

“Yeah? And where’s your sister?”

A loud scream comes from behind,
and a little curly haired girl leaps into his arms.

“Katie and Kellan, I want you to
meet my friend Zoë. Zoë’s a twin like you.”

“Hi, Zoë,” they both chorus.

“Are you the same Zoë that fixed Uncle
Morgan’s house?” Katie asks.

“Yes I am. It’s nice to meet you
both.”

He puts them down, and they run to
the deck screaming, “Uncle Morgan is here.”

Placing his hand gently to the base
of my back, he escorts me out to the patio. A man with jet-black hair looks out
at the view.

“Hey, José,” Morgan says.

The man turns to face us.

“José, meet my friend, interior
designer extraordinaire and date for tonight, Zoë. Zoë, meet my brother-in-law,
José.”

“Nice to meet you,” I reply, shaking
his hand.

“The kids said Robin had an
emergency?” Morgan asks.

“Just as we were leaving. A patient
called, and she had to leave.”

“Where’s Dad?”

“He’s close behind. He’s coming
with Jodi. They should be here any second now.”

I hate the name Jodi… that was the
name of—

A female voice behind me interrupts
my thoughts, “Hi, guys.”