6. Jack
6
JACK
W ords populated on the computer screen as I typed and listened to the recording of my day's rounds. Other doctors hired transcriptionists to do this work, but I preferred to do my own even though it took time. It meant going through the recordings of my own sessions, which allowed me to not only get to know the patient better by being reintroduced to them as I typed it out, but also critiquing my own work to help myself improve.
However, when someone knocked on my door, I paused to take the visitor. It was later in the evening and most of first-shift workers had gone home. That meant this was either someone needing a consult or maybe one of my team who had lingered. I hoped the latter, and I hoped it was Ashley, and much to my delight, her face appeared when the door cracked open.
"Hey, Jack. Got a sec?" Her expectant expression relaxed me. If for no other reason than the flirtatious banter we typically exchanged when alone, I gestured to invite her in. It made me feel alive and youthful again, something that had been slowly slipping away as I aged. I wasn't old, but I was feeling my age.
"Come on in. I was just doing transcripts." I saved my file and put my computer to sleep, then pushed the keyboard to the side and folded my hands on my desk in front of me.
Ashley was used to visiting me here for lunch, but she hadn't joined me today. It was probably for the best since we were probably appearing a little too familiar with one another to other hospital staff, including Dr. Sam Gooding, to whom Ashley had lied about the nature of our relationship.
She shut the door and sauntered over to the chairs facing my desk and sat down. The plaid skirt she wore inched up her legs above the knee as she crossed one leg over the other, and I noticed that she had unbuttoned the top button of her blouse.
Ever since the night on Calvin's yacht, I had fantasized about taking her again, about seeing her body in all its glory fully nude. Those fantasies invaded my dreams and might or might not have become a dirty thought in my mind as I masturbated in the shower a few times. But I was still very much against the idea of it happening again. I allowed myself to think about it, but crossing the line with her would mean guilt upon guilt, for my career and my friendship with her father.
"So, I had lunch with Michael today.” She brushed a strand of her long brown hair out of her face, and I admired how pretty she looked with it down, framing her face. Most days, she had it up in a bun or tied back in a braid. It was nice to see her like this.
Her distracting good looks caused me to pause and think about what she was saying for a moment, and she interrupted those thoughts with, "Dr. Andrews.” Her eyebrows rose, and I nodded.
"Yes, Michael." I had to think entirely too hard about that. She was already getting to me and it had been less than a minute. "You spoke with him, then?"
Everything about my thought process was skewed the instant she entered my orbit. I'd see those large, hazel eyes and her perfect, round butt and lose my mind. I instantly thought of sex and that boat, and my fantasies. She'd come here with business in mind, and my thoughts were in the gutter.
"Yeah, it was a good chat. He is a really nice guy with only nice things to say about you. I get the feeling that he's being genuine too, like he hasn't done anything wrong. So if it was one of your team, it had to be Farah because Michael seems too mature and professional to toy with someone's life or career."
Ashley crossed her fingers and hooked them around her knee as she waited for my response, but my brain was still processing her words. I liked her here a lot more than I should have, a lot more than was ethical or morally upright. I didn't want to break my own code, but she oozed sexual charisma and I felt my dick starting to swell. She hadn’t even flirted with me.
"Yes, well he is a good man." I pried my eyes from her face and glanced at the clock. The office would be empty of even the nursing staff in a matter of seconds, and I was alone with a woman so tempting I almost threw away my friendship with a man who'd been there for me for more than a decade.
"How was your day?" she asked, and it made me look back up at her instead of the clock I was using to avoid eye contact and further arousal. The question wasn't something two professionals discussing business would ask. It was something a friend would ask, and I liked that. It had been a very long time since I had someone ask me how my day went. The feeling connected with my heart in a warm way.
"I, uh…” I tilted my head and smiled. "I had a decent day, though your dad called and it was awkward." That call made my anxiety go nuts. Calvin was sniffing around, and if he didn't already know Ashley and I had done something, he still deeply suspected it.
"Yeah, he called me too. You just need to play the friend card. Make him think you're nervous about letting him down. I mean, you did promise to keep an eye on me." Her head dipped, and she looked at me through her lashes, but it was the sultry tone of voice when she said, "keep an eye on me" that clued me in to her flirting.
"Yes, a promise to a very good friend to watch out for his daughter." God, I wanted to flirt back, and my dick was pulsing now. But I managed to sound professional in my response because God forbid I do something with her again and Calvin found out.
"Anyway," she sighed, "Sam is still grilling me. I think we need to keep a bold front. I might only be here a short time with your help, but he has to really believe I'm taken." Her forehead crinkled, and I noticed a passing look of distaste in her eyes. She hadn't exactly explained what had happened between her and Sam, but I got the point that she didn't want him taking interest in her again.
"What's the story now?" I asked. I hated playing along with this, but she was right. I owed her. Had she not come up with that story, Calvin would have been furious and I'd have lost my golfing partner and the only guy I was able to vent to and receive advice from.
"You were out of work today and I ate alone. If I'm going to keep doing that, he's going to be suspicious, so I still need to come in here and eat once in a while." She smirked. "If you don't mind eating me—I mean, eating with me."
The comment didn't slip past me. Neither did the naughty smirk on her face coupled with a smile. Arousal zinged through my gut into my dick, and I became acutely aware of how turned on I was—and how hard.
"Ashley, pretending to be your spouse to one specific man to chase him off is where I have to draw the line. I can't keep sneaking around behind your father’s back. We're professionals too, and it goes against hospital policy." My cock hated me for saying the words, but I knew they were the right thing. Even if it was exciting and adventurous to think about being a teen sneaking out and screwing my girlfriend on a Friday night, I'd made a promise.
"Oh, Jack.” There was slight disappointment in her tone but also a hint of cheekiness too. "Daddy doesn't have to know about it." She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. It allowed me to look right down her blouse. "And what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Right?"
"Ashley, you have no idea what you're asking me." My heart was racing, thrilled that this young, gorgeous woman was throwing herself at me. Men my age dreamed of this sort of thing, a sexy, curvaceous woman with energy and sexual drive wanting them. But the promise I made to Calvin gnawed at my conscience.
"I'm asking you to lighten up and be a kid again, with me." She stood and walked to the door. I watched the skirt sway and her calves flex. I'd bend her right over and flip that skirt up in a split second, but I was still wrestling with what was ethical and right. "I'm going to show you what you'll be missing if you reject me again."
The lock clicked, and Ashley turned around. The lust in her eyes made me flush with warmth that gathered in my groin where I felt every single heartbeat. She couldn’t see it, but I grabbed my dick and pinched, willing it to stop throbbing and swelling.
"Just sit back and enjoy this for a moment, and then tell me you don't want me. And while you watch, remember the heat between us when you pinned me against that wall and couldn't come fast enough." Her fingers rose up to her blouse and worked the buttons quickly. The shiny red polish on her fingernails contrasted against the hue of her shirt so I could track every movement with precision.
I watched with bated breath as Ashley slowly began to strip for me, her movements seductive yet teasing. The anticipation was killing me, knowing what was to come but also aware that I shouldn't give in to my desires. She undid each button on her blouse deliberately, revealing more of her perfect breasts as she leaned toward me, her scent enveloping me with every inch she exposed. My cock twitched in response, begging for release.
The soft fabric fell away from her body, revealing the lacy black bra she wore beneath it, pushing her ample tits together into two exquisite mounds of youthful perfection. Her eyes locked onto mine as she slid off the belt holding up her skirt and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud. The skirt followed the downward trajectory of all her other clothing and made my pulse quicken. My mouth watered at the sight of her curvy hips and smooth thighs exposed for my viewing pleasure.
“We shouldn’t,” I protested softly, but my dick was screaming the opposite. I wanted her, and it wasn’t because she was trying to seduce me. I’d wanted her since the minute we finished on that boat. I wanted her when she walked into my office on her first day. And I wanted her every night when I lay in bed to sleep and dreamed about the way she tasted.
Ashley reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, revealing her gorgeous breasts in full view. The cool air of the room caressed them, causing goosebumps on her skin. Her nipples were already hard from anticipation. She took a deep breath before slowly sliding the straps down her arms, tossing the bra onto the pile of clothes on the floor. God, she was magnificent!
Her hands then went to her hips, and with a gentle tug, she pulled down her thong. The sound of it sliding over those beautiful curves filled my ears as she stepped out of it, pushing aside any last vestiges of resistance I had. Ashley stood before me completely nude, full breasts swaying as she moved. I couldn't believe it. This stunning young woman was offering herself to me. My gaze traced every curve and line, and my dick pleaded with my better judgment to throw off restraint.
“What do you say? Do you still think a promise to watch out for me can’t also include some fun?” She winked, and I growled.
"Screw it," I muttered, unable to take it any longer. I stood and walked around my desk toward her, shedding my tie and unbuttoning my belt on the way. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, crushing her lips against mine with a passion I'd been denying myself for weeks now. My tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every inch of its warmth as my hands caressed her perfect ass. My clothes quickly joined hers on the floor until we were both naked and tangled in each other's arms on the couch in the corner of my office, out of view of the window.
“This is so wrong,” I breathed against her mouth. My hips ground against her as I weighed her down, and she purred. The couch squeaked under the strain of our movements, but I soon found myself settled between her legs that wrapped around my waist, urging me onward.
“But you love it, and so do I. Now be bad to me, Jack. Find your inner beast and unleash it.”
I growled against her neck, blazing with desire. I nibbled on her earlobe as one hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet and ready for me. Slowly, I teased her folds, eliciting whimpers from deep inside her throat while she dug her nails into my back. The slickness of her moisture coated my fingers, and I sucked them clean then kissed her again as my hand returned to swim in her pool again.
“Oh, God, Ashley,” I moaned into the side of her neck as she arched under my touch.
“I need you… I need you so bad,” she whimpered, her hips bucking into my fingers as I continued to explore her depths.
“You’ll get me… But there was mention of lunch… and eating.” I bit down on her collar bone and she hissed. She got my message. Her hands pushed on my shoulders, urging me lower, and my mouth found a nipple and sucked. She hummed quietly, and I continued my descent toward her apex.
The scent of her arousal met my nostrils, and I breathed in deeply as I spread her legs with a palm on each of her inner thighs. Seeing her splayed open, glistening with moisture, my sense of reason flew out the door. I didn’t care that she was fifteen years younger or the daughter of my best friend. Lust took over, and I dived in for a long drink, lapping at her folds and sucking them into my mouth to enjoy her flavor.
“Oh, God… Jack… Yes.” Her moans were muffled against the couch as I continued to work her clit with my tongue and lips. She took handfuls of my hair and urged me closer.
I glanced up, and with a smirk, I slid two fingers into her wetness, thrusting them in and out, crooking them to hit her G-spot with each entrance. “You like that?” I asked, my voice husky with desire before returning to her swollen nub.
“God, yes!” she cried out. Her hips bucked again as her orgasm built, and I could feel it pulsating around my fingers. Never had I met a woman who wanted me so badly, she’d come undone in seconds under my touch, but Ashley did. It was obvious how much I turned her on, which was only that much more of a turn on for me.
I rode it out as her hips bucked off the couch, and she clawed my shoulders, moaning my name. When she finished her climax, she lay back onto the couch, panting for air. I stood and started my climb toward her lips. "You're so hot when you're eating me," she mewled, but before she could finish her sentence, I kissed her again, devouring her mouth with mine, as if claiming her as my own. Her hands reached toward the pile of clothing and she whimpered, “Condom.”
I grunted in frustration. There was nothing worse than ruining the mood for a condom, but I respected her and knew better. A baby would throw a wrench in the works, and there would be no denying a sexual relationship with her after that.
“My skirt pocket,” she murmured, and I realized she had planned this from the minute she walked in. That only made her hotter to me. I pulled the foil pack out and tore it open, rolling it onto my dick under her watchful gaze. She lay there stroking her clit and biting her lip. “You’re huge, you know?” Her smirk made me chuckle, and I stroked myself to make sure the condom had a good fit.
“I’ve heard that a time or two.” I returned to my position between her thighs and tapped the head of my dick on her pussy. She jolted and twitched and bit her lip as she moaned softly.
“That’s not why I like you, though… But it is a bonus.” Her fingers danced across my chest, and I leaned down and kissed her again.
“Yeah? Why do you like me, then, if it’s not my massive, throbbing cock?” I gently prodded at her entrance, teasing her. She angled her hips to let me slide in, but I waited.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, whimpering. “Stop teasing. Just get inside me.”
“Not until you tell me why you like me.” I reached between us and moved her hand away, resuming the stimulation of her clit. Her moisture was so thick and sticky, it made it difficult to think straight. My cock burned and ached to be in her.
“I like you because you’re my type, Jack. Besides, you’re off limits and that makes you even hotter. Now put your dick in me or I’m going to have to finish myself.” Ashley lifted her hips until my cock was sliding in.
With a primal growl, I plunged inside her hot wetness, and we both moaned in unison. Her heels dug into my back as she wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper. There was no turning back now. The dam had burst, and I was lost in the exquisite feeling of being inside her. We moved together like two animals in heat, our moans ricocheting off the walls of my office. The knowledge that we could be discovered at any moment only heightened the excitement.
Ashley's nails raked down my back as I pounded into her, arousing me even further. My hand rubbed her clit in rhythm with my thrusts as sweat beaded on both our bodies. I wanted to make this last, but it had been too long and she felt too good.
“Wow, I need to slow down or I’m gonna blow already.” My body tensed, but she didn’t slow at all. Her hips continued to rock in rhythm, and I was about to lose it.
“Jack, please… Don’t stop. Make me come. Tell me you want me. Tell me I’m yours. Tell me.” She panted and pleaded and pulled at my hips until she had words flying out of my mouth I never thought I’d say.
“I… I want you.” I groaned. “You’re mine, Ashley. Only mine. You can’t have anyone else but me, understand?”
Her eyes widened as her face contorted in ecstasy. “Oh, my God… Yes… Jack!” She breathed out my name as she came, her walls clenching around me, sending me over the edge with her. “Yes, I’m yours… Only yours,” she whimpered against my neck.
My balls drew up and I exploded. The force of the orgasm had me seeing stars as I filled the condom. My legs shook as I held myself up, my cock still throbbing inside her. Her eyes were closed, but she was still just as beautiful with that peaceful look on her face.
"What was that?" she asked, and my mind reeled.
"That was incredible.” I kissed her gently, relishing the feeling of her heartbeat on my dick. Every rush of her pulse through her pussy walls made me throb and twitch.
"Did you mean it?" she asked, cupping my cheek. The way she looked into my eyes left no room for doubt about what she was asking.
I searched my thoughts and my heart, and it didn’t even take me long to decide. "Yes, I think I meant it," I told her, realizing what this meant. My promise was broken. I was risking my career, but there was something about Ashley Sutton that connected with my heart in a way I didn’t want to let go of. "I do mean it."
She smiled, and I felt my gut knot. "Then I'm yours, Jack. Only yours… And I mean that, too." Her lips were soft against mine, but that didn't cushion the crushing reality that I had either lied to my best friend or to the woman pinned beneath me, and I didn't know which would hurt worse if they found out.