Ezra 23.
“Mmm.” Dottie hums into my mouth, my hands on her generous hips as she rocks in my lap. We’re in my living room and waiting for Dr. Hudson to arrive. Idle hands and all that. Somehow, she ended up on top of me and I’m seconds away from ripping her clothes off and burying myself deep inside her.
And that’s when there’s a knock on my door. “Dammit.” I mutter, pulling away from her. She chuckles and slides off me, laughing harder when I stand up and my hard-on is obviously tenting my pants. “You think this is funny?” She nods as she continues to chuckle. I lean down, trapping her against the couch and rubbing my nose against hers. “How wet are you?”
Our lips touch briefly, she whispers, “Guess you’ll have to find out after the doctor leaves.” Amusement dances in her eyes, “How do you feel about deep-sea diving?”
My laughter booms as I cross the living room and open the door to my suite. Dr. Hudson stands stiffly in front of me, flanked by my bodyguard and driver, Anton, and Seril’s driver, who is also her mom’s boyfriend, Hank. I give each of them a chin lift, and wave Dr. Hudson in.
“Doctor. Good to see you.”
“And you.” He answers, his eyes darting all over the room. He loses some of the tension in his shoulders when he spots Dottie on the couch, his lips stretching into a genuine smile. She has that effect on people. “Dorothy. How are you?”
“I’m anxious, doc, how are you?”
He chuckles lightly, “I can only imagine. I’m well and happy that I’m able to bring good news.”
“Really?” I take Dottie’s hand in mine and sit next to her. We both stare at Dr. Hudson expectantly.
“No cancer.” I’m not ashamed to admit a few tears fall as I rejoice. Dot grabs the front of my button-down shirt, resting her forehead against my sternum as her shoulders shake from relieved sobs.
Voice hoarse, I ask, “What happens now?”
“We schedule surgery to remove the existing implants.”
“Will I be able to have new implants?”
“Dot.” I turn to face her head on. “You don’t need them, if you don’t want them. What if this happens again? I love you, tits or no tits.” She gives me a watery smile, then presses her lips softly to mine.
“I know you do.” She cups my cheek, “Such a good man. But I want them.” Shifting on the couch, she turns back to Dr. Hudson. “If that’s possible.”
“Based on your scans, you have extensive scar tissue built up around the implants, encapsulating them. It is your body’s response to an invader. Unfortunately, your body believes the implants are an invader and has been working steadily to fight them off. I believe your best option is a procedure known as a DIEP Flap. Essentially, we remove the implants, remove any scar tissue, and use tissue, fat cells, and muscle blood vessels to fill in the breast flap left by the implants.”
“The fuck?” I mutter. Doc and Dot laugh at my reaction, but I’m confused. “I like her, fuck, I love her just as she is.” I stare at Dottie aghast. “You’re seriously going to put ass fat and belly fat in your tits?” I reach around and grab a handful of her ass; she squawks and pushes my hand away. “Your ass is perfection.” I glare at Dr. Hudson. “Her ass is fucking perfect.”
“I…uh…” He’s at a loss for words, but not for long. “I apologize, all of that will be obtained through a tummy tuck. This method provides a natural, long lasting, and safer alternative to artificial implants.”
Dot places her hand on mine and shakes her head. “Stop.” I bite my tongue. This is not about me. I’ll love her any which way I can have her. No tits, big tits, soft stomach, tucked stomach. “I’d like to proceed.”
“With your approval, surgery is scheduled for 3 weeks from now. There are a few more pre-op tests that the anesthesiologist and I will need. And a physical from your primary care physician.” He retrieves a folder from his briefcase and hands it to Dottie.
“Shouldn’t be a problem to have it all done within the week.”
“Excellent.” Dr. Hudson stands and holds out his hand to both of us.
“Thank you, Dr. Hudson, for everything.” Dot tells him with a smile. “This is the best-case scenario.”
“It is.” He steps towards the door but hesitates.
“Doc?” He glances at us over his shoulder, his brows drawn down. He sighs, turns around and places his briefcase on the chair he’d been sitting on.
“I will not pretend to be ignorant of your family and their reputation.” Feet shoulder width apart, I cross my arms over my chest, feeling Dot tense next to me. He’d be wise to tread lightly. “What you do in your private lives is of no concern to me and my job.” Dot and I remain silent as we wait for him to get to his point. “Before I left my office, I was approached by two men.” He pauses again, as if at war with himself. I pull out my phone and send a text to Yak and Tev to meet me right away. “They offered a hefty sum for me to sedate you and then release you into their custody.” His eyes are intense, an earnestness I’m unsure how to react to. “I want to help you, Dorothy. But not at the expense of my own safety, and that of my family or staff.”
“I understand.” Dot responds robotically. “We appreciate you confiding in us. This can’t have been an easy situation to find yourself in.”
“Awkward doesn’t begin to cover it.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. He offers it to me, and I take it. Blank, except for a phone number. “They told me to contact them at this number with the date and time of the surgery to make arrangements. I need…I need to know that those I care about will be safe. I cannot put them in danger for you, Dorothy, I’m sorry. That’s callous, but—”
“Dr. Hudson. I understand.” She steps forward, grabs his hand and cradles it between both of hers. “I would never want to be the cause of someone’s pain.”
There is a curt knock on my door, then it opens. Tevye and Yakov walk in, tall, broad, and intimidating. Hudson rips his hand from Dottie and nearly trips over his feet in his vain attempt at escape.
“Doc. They aren’t here to hurt you.” I tell him in a firm voice. He stops, his eyes darting nervously between us. “Tevye and Yakov are here to arrange protection for you and your family and staff. This isn’t your battle and certainly not your war. Thank you for coming to us with this information. I need you to take care of my girl. Let us worry about the rest.” I step closer to him, careful not to crowd him. “Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes. I can.”
“Good. Now, go with them to discuss the specifics, and perhaps call your office to make the arrangements for the surgery so they have time to secure the location before we arrive.” He nods, grabbing his briefcase and clutching it to his chest. “And you’ll have the pre-op forms by the end of next week.” Yak nods at me in understanding as he leads the frightened doctor to his office. Tev flips me off with both hands, then crosses them over his crotch and thrusts.
The door closes and Dot walks into my open arms. “I can’t believe he’s a father.” I laugh into her hair, pressing a kiss into the silky strands.
“Fornication does not require maturity.”
“The world would be a better place if it did.”