6. Lauren
6
LAUREN
The kiss was so blistering hot that I almost couldn't pull myself away, and all week's worth of errands and degrading tasks had culminated in a direct order that took my breath away. I took a step back, pulling away from Dr. Park's grasp on my body, though he still held me captive with his eyes. My hand floated up to cover my mouth in shock. I couldn't believe I'd actually done that. I'd thought about it all week but never believed for a second that he would be unprofessional like that.
"I, uh…" What was I supposed to say after that? He ordered me to kiss him, so I did. I kissed my boss. I broke hospital policy. I took a huge risk with my career, but it was his fault, right? He was the one who ordered me to do it.
"Now take the rest of the night off," he said gruffly, but his mannerisms told me that was the last thing on his mind. Not to mention the way the fabric of his gray slacks bulged in front. How many times had I caught him looking at me this week and I fantasized that it was because he was obsessing over how we kissed in his car that night? I'd been right the whole week.
"Dr. Park, I…"
"Dr. Newhouse, that's an order." His shoulders squared and he straightened his tie. "I think we both need to take a deep breath. Wouldn't you agree?" I could see the way his heart pounded in his chest. It wasn't just the pulsing of the veins in his neck and temples. He had so much adrenaline coursing through his body that it shook his entire frame with each heartbeat. His clothing jostled against it, and his hands curled into fists.
While I wasn't quite as worked up, I did feel the sense of overwhelming attraction and even a deep-seated desire to see what would happen if I kissed him again. But with the office walls made of glass, anyone who even entered the floor and looked this way would see us. That was a huge risk for us both. So, why had he ordered me to do it?
"Yes, sir," I said, and I turned to collect my things. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with the fact that I would miss out on the new patient's testing and treatment process, but he was right. If I stayed here, neither one of us would focus on work, and our patient would likely not get the level of care they deserved.
The problem was, even as I cradled my tablet and bag to my chest and walked toward the door, I wondered if tomorrow would be different, or the next day. How would we see past the elephant in the room from now on? I was so intrigued by his attraction to me and distracted by the way he looked at me, it had been hard to focus on the stupid tasks he gave me. After that kiss, how would I keep a clear head for the patients who needed my expertise?
I looked over my shoulder and saw him watching me. His expression was stern, like he was fighting with himself. I felt confused and beside myself wondering what had just happened, if it had been building all week and he just lost control. I wondered if it meant my position on his team was in jeopardy too because once a line was crossed, the board would never let me come back.
"Go on," he said, and he sighed.
"Dr. Park, I think we should talk."
"Go, Lauren." His gaze bored right through me. "Please… And please don't say anything to anyone else unless we've talked about it first." The first hint of apprehension tinged his tone, and I realized he was probably worried I would file a harassment suit against him. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to jump him and fix this ache in my groin.
"Doctor's orders," I told him, resting an open palm on my heart. I watched his shoulders relax as I pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. He'd have to make some excuse as to why I was gone when the others returned, but he was a smart man. I was only following his orders.
At home, I dropped my things by the door and shut it, glancing around the living room. Jason was gone, his bike and helmet not in the corner of the room where he always kept them. My immediate reaction was to worry and wonder where he was, but it wasn’t like he didn't do this a few times a week. I looked for a note, but he hadn't left one, so I headed to my bedroom to change and shower.
The kiss lingered in my thoughts—the one from earlier this week and the one tonight. I smiled and touched my lips after pulling my shirt and bra off. Dr. Park was so amazingly attractive and smart. Forget the fact that he was roughly ten years older than me. He was hot. And my God, could he kiss.
Tugging my pants and panties off, I saw the moisture there, pooling and stringing as I pulled them away from my body. He turned me on so much that I had soaked myself and my flesh was swollen and tender. So, I touched a little, wondering how it would have felt if his hand would have slipped into my slacks and pressed against my soft lips. They were so tender and wet.
David Park had done this to me—gotten me so worked up, my groin physically hurt from arousal. And then he ordered me to come home, which I knew was because he was too worked up to do his job while I was around. His dick was so hard too, making it obvious to anyone who saw him that he was at the point of losing control. I snickered as I smeared my fingers in my own mess wondering if he had to button his lab coat to hide that when the others came back.
The way my fingers slicked over my juices was too tempting. My body wanted relief from the inferno of lust. I wanted to touch myself, and I wanted to picture Dr. David Park here with me. It was such an arousing thought that I didn't think I'd even need a toy to play with to get off.
So, I perched on the end of my bed, rubbing gently. I spread my legs, tippy toes barely on the floor, and massaged myself as I pictured his hand sliding down into my pants. I could still feel the coarse stubble of his beard scraping against my mouth and lips as his hands pressed our bodies together firmly. I imagined his heated breath on my neck, his warmth enveloping me as his strong hands traveled higher to cup my breasts. My nipples hardened at the mere thought, and I longed to feel his mouth engulf them, sucking gently, teasingly.
My other hand lifted to massage my aching breasts as my finger dipped slightly deeper between my drenched folds. Slowly, torturously, I circled my clit, desperate for release but wanting to draw out the exquisite sensations. In my mind's eye, David's skilled fingers explored every inch of me, his fingertips dancing across my swollen folds. I moaned softly, biting my bottom lip as the hunger for him intensified.
The memory of his erection against my thigh sent a surge of wetness between my legs, and my hips rocked in time with my fingertips. As if by magic, I could feel David's hot breath on my ear, his low grumble as he whispered lewd nothings in my ear. "That's it, baby," he purred. "Touch yourself for me. That’s an order."
My eyelids fluttered closed, and I was lost in the heady haze of lust as I imagined him behind me, his strong arms around me, one hand still kneading my breast while the other slid lower. I moaned louder as I pictured him slipping a slick finger inside me, then another, stretching me out in preparation of what was to come—his huge cock, hard and throbbing, just aching to be inside me.
I pictured him behind me, his erection pressing against my backside, rubbing against my sex-drenched entrance as he teased me mercilessly. "Oh, David," I sighed, "I want you. I want you so badly."
I wanted him to order me to be bad with him, as if somehow those menial tasks he’d been ordering me to do were things like making him hard and sucking him off. Those thoughts pushed me closer to the edge as I rubbed and massaged, dipping two fingers through my slit. I came apart in an explosive orgasm, biting my lip to muffle the cries of pleasure that threatened to escape my lips.
My body convulsed and pulsed until I went limp, my body temp so high I was sweating and panting. My hand still cupped my pussy, keeping as much of the mess contained as possible, but when I stood, there was a moist spot on my comforter. I'd deal with that later.
I showered and put on pajamas, heading out to the kitchen to make dinner for me and Jason, and he stumbled in and left his bike leaning against the wall before dropping to the couch. I stood in front of a cupboard looking for something to cook and thought it was strange that he didn’t even say hello, so I walked into the living room to welcome him home.
"Hey, bud, where were you?" My question was more of a friendly one, not meant to incite an argument, but he scowled at me.
"What are you, my mom?" he grumbled, and he didn't even have to say a word. I knew he was drunk. His eyes were glassy. He swayed as he sat up. The stench of beer overwhelmed me and anger rose inside my gut.
"Jason, have you been drinking?" He was eighteen and far too young to buy the stuff, which meant he either stole it or found someone to buy it for him. I hated the people he hung out with sometimes.
"Yeah, so what? I'm clean. That's what you want, right?" He pushed himself up to his feet and walked past me, and his shoulder slammed into mine. I knew he didn’t do it intentionally. He was just that drunk.
"Jason, you're only eighteen. You can't?—"
"God, lay off my case, Lauren. Sheesh." He stomped over to the powder room and slammed the door once he was in there.
My heart sank. He was my responsibility, but as his sister, not a parent, he had almost no respect for me, even though I'd been his only guardian for years now. I didn't like how he treated me while I gave him everything he needed, but he truly didn't mean to. He was trapped in a four-year-old's mindset. When Mom died, Jason just stopped growing up emotionally, and when Dad passed, Jason just stopped. Drugs stole him from me, and I knew he used them to hide what he was feeling.
God, drugs… I was so frustrated by everything with him that I'd almost given up. I picked up his backpack, discarded by the bike when he came in, and I unzipped it and dumped it on the floor. His cigarettes fell out, a lighter, some headphones, a book, a myriad of other things too. He had a few condoms and a bit of cash, and three little baggies with a white substance in them which I knew was heroin. I freaked out.
"Jason Andrew Newhouse, get out here now!" I shouted, but I was more scared than angry. This was so dangerous. Why would he do this again?
The door swung open and he stumbled out into the living room. I thrust my hand out with the three baggies on my palm and almost started crying. "What is this?"
"God, Lauren. It's not mine. I told you, I'm clean. I haven't done anything in months. You can't just go through my things." He swiped at my hand, but I was sober and thus faster and able to keep the drugs away from him.
"No, you're not getting this back. What do you think you're doing, bringing this into our house? What is wrong with you?" The angry words came out all wrong, and I knew it was only shutting him down. I took a breath and tried to calm down. "Jace, this is scary. You can't do this. I'm worried about you."
"I told you they belong to a friend. Why can't you ever believe me?" He tried again to get them out of my hand, but I walked straight to the bathroom, where I opened them and poured the contents into the toilet and flushed it, all to his protests.
When I was finished, he stormed off to his room and slammed the door. I followed him, now with tears streaming down my cheeks, but I didn’t even knock. Not after hearing his door lock engage. What was I supposed to do with him when he got like this? And how was I supposed to know if he was telling me the truth? I needed my dad to help me, but he was gone.
I walked over to the couch and sat down, no longer enjoying the effects of afterglow. No longer hungry, either. I wasn't just gambling with my life at work when I kissed Dr. Park. I was gambling with Jason's too. He needed to get help, and I knew the rehab wouldn’t take him without the deposit for their services. I couldn't mess things up with this job a second time, and situations like what happened this evening couldn't happen again. I knew if I let myself get carried away with Dr. Park, I was no better than Jason with his drugs. It had to stop now because I needed that job.
Dr. Park and I had a lot to talk about, and I had to set some serious boundaries, for me and Jason and for me and my boss.