Dr. Wrong (Forbidden Doctors #16)

1. Ashley

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ASHLEY

T he amber liquid in my glass swirled as I leaned forward, laughing. My head swirled too, heavy with alcohol. It was a celebration, or at least that was how my father looked at this evening. My third night home after finalizing my licensing and board certification, and Dad thought it was a good idea to host a welcome home party in my honor.

The yacht swayed in the water, anchored just off shore in the Boston Harbor. I could see the lights of descending planes landing at the airport, but the cloudless sky full of stars was more mesmerizing. I hadn't seen the sky like this in years thanks to the light pollution around UCLA where I finished my medical training. It was beautiful, and so was Dr. Jack Stewart—my dad's best friend and officially my new boss.

"I don't get it, though.” Julie, my best friend, nudged me with her elbow. Dad and his incredibly hot, younger best friend sat chatting about God only knows what, and I couldn't help but drool. "Dr. Stewart only works with interns and residents. You're a full-fledged surgeon. Why would you work for him?" Julie was no fool, though I wondered if I had been one for agreeing to this scheme.

I shrugged a shoulder as I sipped the mixed drink and admired how Jack's salt and pepper hair had begun to thin at the temples. I remembered running my fingers through that hair a few years back, before I left for college. He was thirty-four then—shot me down for being "just a kid" even though he was on the rebound after his wife cheated. I wasn't a child. I was nineteen, and I wanted him.

"What?" I asked, not really having paid too much attention to Julie. Jack's smile was distracting, and she should have known better. She knew how hard I crushed on him back in the day. And he was still single now, years later when I was thirty and most definitely no longer a child. It pained me to look away from him, but I knew if I didn't, I wouldn't hear what she said for the second time.

"You're not an intern, Ash. You are literally not even just a doctor. You're a specialized surgeon. You didn't do five years of surgical residency and then two more of a specialty just to work under another surgeon as their intern." Julie's question wasn't a dumb one, and that was why I'd hidden a lot of the facts from other people. But she was my best friend, and she wasn't stupid. As a pediatrician, she knew the ropes.

"Look," I said, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening, "Jack just needed my help with something, alright? And who am I to say no?"

I recalled the informal meeting I had with Jack and my dad two days ago. They'd been scheming for weeks in preparation for my return home, and I didn't learn about it until they sprang it on me, but apparently, Jack was in some sort of legal trouble. Trouble I wasn’t supposed to talk about. A malpractice lawsuit had been filed listing him as the defendant, and he was suspicious of his team. Who better to get to know them and figure out which one of them set him up than a new employee? Which fell to my shoulders.

"I'm not dumb, girl." Julie threw back her head and downed her drink. "It's okay to say you're doing it because he's hot. But be careful. You know what that would look like.” Her smirk was telling. She knew me too well, knew I'd probably already been flirting with him again. I had.

Jack stood, and as he did, his gaze met mine. It made a pool of warmth gather in my groin and my cheeks lit on fire. Julie snickered and elbowed me as Jack walked past, and I had to stop myself from checking out his backside. When he was out of earshot, I turned and hissed at her, "Would you stop?" But my smile was only proof that her goading was getting to me.

"Go talk to him. He's your boss, right?"

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I was on my feet, avoiding my father's watchful eye, and headed toward the drink table before anyone could stop me. It was getting late. The sun had set over an hour ago. Everyone aboard Dad's yacht was at least slightly tipsy, myself included, and they were all engaged in conversation as the captain announced our return to shore.

Jack stood with his back to the crowd, pouring himself a drink, and I joined him, though my presence didn't even seem to surprise him at all. I stood beside him, and he took my glass from my hand and poured more of the sweet, tart beverage from the pitcher into it. Then he handed it back to me and sipped whatever it was he was drinking.

"Enjoying your party?" His question was casual, but my God, did he sound sexy asking it. Call it the alcohol, but the burning in my gut only compounded the desire I'd been feeling all night.

"I think I'd enjoy it more if it were just you and me." My fingers ached to feel his hair wrapped around them the way it had when I kissed him before. That seemed like a lifetime ago, but the ghost sensation of his lips on mine still haunted me, teasing me and urging a repeat show.

"Dr. Sutton, you're being a bit forward." He said it, but he didn’t mean it. I could see the look in his eye. I'd seen it all evening. Every time I looked at him, he was looking at me, and I swore he was checking me out.

"Dr. Stewart, I believe I started something a long time ago that I'd like to finish." I was bold, throwing caution to the wind. I didn't need the job he was offering me, but if I played my cards right, his recommendation in the end could help me. Still, I was risking a huge rejection too. If he shied away because of being my dad's friend or even because of his position as my boss starting in a few weeks, I'd feel stupid and probably have my feelings hurt.

"Hmm, what would that be?" It was like him to remain professional and calm. He was good about that. When I put the moves on him before, he'd acted like nothing had ever happened only moments later while I spent days crying.

"Let me just say, I'm not a child anymore." I brought the drink to my lips and downed the entire thing in one gulp, and his eyebrows rose. "And if you'd like to do grown-up things, I'll be in the ladies' room."

My heart thumped against my ribs as I set the glass down and spun around to walk off. When I glanced back, his eyes were on me, checking me out, and Dad was deep in conversation with someone else, one of his buddies from the golf club. Every step I took felt lighter than the one before. Anticipation tingled my skin. My groin ached. I was already halfway to drunk, but the added alcohol was spinning my head too.

It wasn't like I pined for him for eleven years, but I did think of him a time or two when Dad brought him up in conversations. I saw him once or twice around the holidays when I came home for visits. But tonight, with the booze pumping through my veins, I felt like a vixen unleashed. If this went down and I hated it, I'd take the job across town at Bankstown instead of Cambridge. It was equally as good of a deal, and I'd have my own team. But my God, if this worked out and he didn't freak out, I could see myself working for him for a while, just to enjoy this dynamic.

I shut myself into the bathroom and relieved my bladder, shimmying my panties off and hiding them under the sink. I didn’t know if he'd even follow, but I wanted to make this as easy for him as possible, and this skirt that hugged my curvy thighs was about as much of an obstacle as I could stand.

When I was finished and stepped back into the dim cabin, he was there, drink in hand, eyes glazed over with lust.

"Hmm, so you don't think I'm a child anymore?" I played with those words spoken so long ago, they seemed like a ghost.

"You are most definitely not a child anymore, Ashley. But I have to wonder, why tonight? And why me? Why not someone your age? I'm old and?—"

"Jack.” I purred as I walked up to him and splayed my hand on his chest. "You either want me or you don't. I think it's obvious I want you and that I've wanted you for a long time. So either kiss me or let me return to my party."

He was on me like a feral beast, pushing me backward until my body pressed against the wall. The glass shattered on the floor and his lips were on mine. The scorching kiss ignited something inside me that had lain dormant for a decade, a yearning I hadn't ever had for any other man. Jack was the epitome of masculinity to me, the unattainable, the mountain to climb and conquer, and his hands were hot against my skin.

"I don't have a condom," he growled as he began to inch my skirt up my thighs.

"Just pull out. But don't you dare blow until I come." I was hasty, greedy, clumsily pawing at his belt buckle. And I was too drunk to fully enjoy it, but I wasn’t backing down either, not when there was a risk that he'd change his mind.

"Oh, you're gonna come. I never leave a woman unsatisfied." Jack's fingers brushed over my butt cheeks, and I shuddered. I wanted his face between my thighs so badly, but I didn't know how generous of a lover he was. In fact, other than the fact that he was my dad's best friend, I knew almost nothing about him, and I didn’t even care.

"Christ, this belt," I grunted, unable to finagle the belt buckle. Jack stepped back and undid his fly quickly, pulling his rock-hard dick out. He was huge—like, bigger than my dildo in length and girth. My pussy hurt just looking at him. "My God.”

"Don't wimp out on me now," he joked, chuckling as he bent to hook his hand around the back of my left knee. I used his shoulders for support as he lifted my leg and lowered his hip into position, and when he pushed upward into me, I gasped. I swore I tore again, like the first time I had sex, and it was deliciously painful.

"Oh, God," I breathed against his chest, then bit down.

"Oh, wow, you're tight," Jack moaned, and he started thrusting. It was hot and fast. I had to balance myself as he drove into me. One of his hands held my knee up, the other gripped my thigh with just enough room for his thumb to rub my clit, and I was already on the edge.

The entire night, fantasizing about just kissing him had me so worked up, I could have rubbed off in a few seconds by myself. This was glorious, like a glass of water in the heat of the dessert after three days of dehydration. Amazing.

"Jack… Oh, God.” My fingers gripped his shoulders hard, and I arched my head back. When he bit down on my pulse point, I cracked. My pussy clamped down around his dick so hard he could barely push in, but he forced himself deeper as I convulsed. "Christ… oh, dear God.”

"God, you're sexy. You feel so incredible." Jack's mouth covered mine as I let out a moan, swallowing it to silence me. I kissed him hard until his stubble scraped my chin and cheeks and my lips felt swollen.

"I'm gonna… oh.” Jack's dick began to pulse. I felt it. The heat seeped into me, and he shuddered before he pulled out. His cum shot onto my thigh, and he gripped his dick hard, stymieing the flow. But the unmistakable drip between my thighs revealed his mis-timed explosion.

"Oh, wow,” I sighed as he lowered my leg and stepped back. My skirt dropped a few inches, and my knees were wobbly. I didn't think I'd ever experienced something so exhilarating in my life.

"Wow, is right.” Jack walked into the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. He handed me a wad and washed his hands before tucking his dick back into his pants. I watched him looking at my reflection through the mirror as I wiped myself clean and righted my skirt before joining him in the bathroom where I tossed the toilet paper into the toilet.

"You goofed," I said, smirking. His "oopsie" wasn't that bad. He mostly pulled out. Besides, I was too drunk to care at that moment. I grabbed his butt and smiled at him.

"Your dad is going to kill me." Jack looked too serious for a man who just got his rocks off. I squeezed past him to reach the sink, and before I could respond, the cabin door sprang open and I turned to see Dad barge in.

"What in the name of God!" He glared at Jack, then looked at me with fear. "Baby, are you okay? Jack, what the hell is going on? What have you done with my daughter?" Dad was livid, and I was cooked.

This wasn't what I thought would happen next.