Chapter 7
7
LEXI
L exi tortured herself with guilt over what she’d done with Catherine in the pool. Sleeping with a married woman was one thing, but having sex with her in a rooftop pool at a hotel while they were both supposed to be at a charity hospital gala was another. What on earth had come over her? Lexi had no idea. All she knew was that when she’d seen Catherine in that blue silk dress, nothing else mattered. Nothing was going to come between her and Catherine that night. She had to see her naked, had to have her right then and there. She’d entirely let go, rushing after her desire rather than thinking rationally.
As perfect as Catherine had been both sexually and in every way, pursuing her was a really, really bad idea. And as Lexi held her afterward, the full weight of what she’d done overwhelmed her. She’d helped Catherine out of the pool, and they both leaned over the barrier separating them from the ocean, looking out over the water in comfortable silence. All kinds of thoughts were whirling through Lexi’s head.
What about her husband?
What about her being straight?
What about my massive issues with Josephine?
What about my father, who I still haven ’ t met?
Am I going to get fired? Will anyone find out about this? What if she tells her husband?
Their bodies dried in the warmth of the evening, but Lexi’s panties were still soaked, and she imagined Catherine’s were as well. She stripped hers off to dry completely, then turned to Catherine.
“Need a hand?” Lexi had asked, and Catherine nodded coyly. Lexi had slowly slid the waistband of Catherine’s lacy thong down over her hips, thighs, and off one foot at a time. Oh God, how she’d wanted to go down on her—right there, so close. She wanted to take her again and again, savoring every part of her. But somehow, Lexi had managed to hold back. She knew that was a really, really bad idea.
Lexi had helped her dress, and they both put on their clothes without their panties and returned to the elevator. Lexi had two pairs of soaking wet panties in her bag, and she couldn’t stop thinking about having Catherine’s panties with her. She hoped, underneath the chlorine, they would still smell like her.
Lexi had snuck them out of the hotel via a fire escape and called two Ubers. She’d wanted to call just one and take Catherine home with her so badly. But at least part of her had been thinking sensibly, so she put Catherine in a separate car. She wasn’t sure how Catherine was feeling after what they’d done in the pool, but she knew the sex had blown Catherine’s mind. And while that was a good thing, Lexi worried about where it might lead. Straight women getting their first taste of really good sex— really fucking good sex —often came with a world of drama.
Catherine had been quiet as they looked over the ocean, quiet as they descended the stairwell, and quiet as Lexi helped her into the Uber. There’d been a connection between them in their movements, but also a distance, as if they were both thinking about the reality of what lay ahead.
At work the morning after the gala, Lexi parked her truck in the lot, made her way through the main entrance, and headed up to the surgical floor. This was just another day. She had surgeries to prepare for and patients to deal with, but all she could think about was Catherine. Stupidly—or sensibly—Lexi had Catherine’s thong in her pocket. It was dry now. She’d brought it with her under the pretense of giving it back, but now that seemed ridiculous. Handing back a thong at work? She thought about keeping it. She wanted to keep it.
But what was she going to do when she saw Catherine? What would she say? Lexi had no idea. She couldn’t continue whatever this was between them. The last thing Lexi needed right now was a secret affair, and as much as she wanted Catherine, that’s all it would be. And it was very, very clear to everyone around here that Catherine was Dr. James Spencer’s wife. Messing with that was undeniably a bad idea.
Lexi was barely ten minutes into her shift before her pager went off: Neuro consult in the ER. She let the surgical reception know.
“Hey Kate, I’ve got a consult in the ER. I’ll be back as soon as I can, but my morning surgery might be delayed.”
“No worries, Dr. Bond. I’ll have one of the residents inform the patient,” Kate replied, efficient as ever. Lexi appreciated that.
Heading to the ER, she wondered why they needed her for just a consult. Surely anyone from neuro could handle that. When she opened the curtain, she found herself face to face with the patient—and Dr. Catherine Spencer.
Catherine’s hair was tied up in a ponytail, its rich chocolate color gleaming under the harsh lights of the ER. Her face was as beautiful as ever, and her amber eyes flicked up to meet Lexi’s. Lexi’s gaze drifted lower, noticing a faint love bite on Catherine’s neck. Oh fuck , Lexi thought, spotting another one on Catherine’s collarbone as her shirt shifted slightly.
“Dr. Spencer?” Lexi said, her voice carefully neutral.
“Dr. Bond,” Catherine replied smoothly, her voice as silky as ever. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”
That ’ s what I thought last night , Lexi thought to herself, forcing back a grin.
“This is Sophie Ashton, twenty-two. She’s fallen off a horse and has some abdominal bruising. I want to get a scan. She’s also got a cut and bump on her head—I thought you could take a look,” Catherine said. Lexi knew a doctor of her caliber wasn’t really needed for a bump on the head, but with Catherine here, she didn’t mind.
“Right. Sophie, is it? Let me take a look at your head,” Lexi said. “Are you in much pain?”
“Yes,” Sophie replied.
“Can you point to where it hurts and describe the pain?”
Sophie pointed to the area around the cut and bump, and Lexi examined the wound. It would need a few stitches, definitely something she could handle. As she worked, she noticed Catherine’s eyes never left her hands. Lexi couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but she guessed Catherine was thinking about what those hands had done to her the night before.
After giving Sophie a small painkiller injection, Lexi cleaned the wound and began suturing it. “You’ll be good as new before you know it,” she said as she finished up. “Come back if you have any headaches, dizziness, or if the pain gets worse, but otherwise, you’re good to go. A bit of rest and you’ll be fine. Do you still think she needs an abdominal scan, Dr. Spencer?”
Catherine hesitated, then asked Sophie how she was feeling. Sophie said she was feeling much better, so they both agreed it wasn’t necessary.
“Try not to fall off more horses anytime soon,” Lexi said with a smile. “And please, wear a helmet next time.”
As they left Sophie’s cubicle, Catherine glanced at Lexi, her voice almost playful as she said, “Where are you headed?”
“Back up to surgery,” Lexi replied, her heart starting to beat faster. “How about you?”
“Me too, but I don’t have a surgery scheduled for another hour.” They walked together down the corridor, and Catherine paused by a door to the left, glancing around to make sure no one was nearby. Lexi looked at the name printed on the door: On-Call Room .
Catherine leaned back against the door, her golden eyes warm and inviting. Lexi hesitated. She was only human, and she couldn’t resist. She pushed Catherine gently, opening the door. As they slipped inside, Catherine moved backward until she sat on the bed.
One more time couldn ’ t hurt, right? Lexi thought.
They didn’t speak, but Catherine’s hands went to the waistband of Lexi’s scrub pants. Lexi caught her hands, stopping her. This wasn’t how it was going to go. Not this time.
“No,” Lexi said, softly but firmly. She gently pulled Catherine’s hands away from her waistband.
“Please, I really want to,” Catherine said, her voice breathy.
“Not today,” Lexi replied, her tone final. She stepped back and locked the door. Then, turning back, she reached for the waistband of Catherine’s skirt, unfastening it and easing it down over her hips. Catherine moved gracefully, slipping out of her heels, leaving her standing in her hold-ups and lace panties.
Fucking hell , Lexi thought, she ’ s so beautiful .
Lexi pulled the panties down too, and they fell to the floor between Catherine’s legs. She pushed Catherine’s thighs apart with her hands.
“Please,” Catherine gasped, her head tipping back in anticipation.
Lexi’s mouth found her without hesitation, devouring her with an intensity she’d barely contained until now. She licked, sucked, and kissed, overwhelmed by Catherine’s taste. Catherine’s moans grew louder as her breath came in short, desperate pants, her hand tangling into Lexi’s hair and pulling her in tighter.
Lexi’s tongue moved hungrily, exploring every part of her, from her opening to her clit, flicking and sucking. Catherine’s legs spread wider, giving Lexi full access. Lexi’s fingers teased at her entrance, feeling how wet Catherine was. It was overwhelming—the heat, the slickness, the raw desire in every one of Catherine’s moans.
Lexi slid her fingers inside her, feeling Catherine’s body open up for her. Catherine moaned louder as she pushed her hips against Lexi’s hand, desperate for more.
Lexi added another finger, curling them up against Catherine’s G-spot, her tongue still working relentlessly on her clit. Catherine was on the edge, her breaths coming faster, her body trembling as she neared climax.
“Oh my God…oh my fucking God, I’m going to come,” Catherine gasped, her voice strained with need.
Lexi worked faster, her fingers thrusting deep as her tongue swirled in tight, practiced circles over Catherine’s clit. She could feel Catherine’s body tightening around her fingers, the telltale signs of an orgasm building.
“Come for me, baby,” Lexi whispered, her breath hot against Catherine’s skin before she dove back in, sucking her clit into her mouth. The sound of Catherine’s moans filled the room as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her body stiffening and her legs trembling as the orgasm hit.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Catherine’s voice was a barely controlled whisper, but her body said everything Lexi needed to know. Catherine came hard, her entire body shaking as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping. Her hands gripped Lexi’s hair tightly, pulling her closer as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Lexi kept her fingers inside Catherine, gently easing her through the aftershocks, licking every inch of her as her body gradually calmed. She smiled to herself, satisfied as Catherine’s body relaxed, her breath slowing and her legs still slightly trembling.
Catherine collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Lexi pulled away slowly, her lips still tingling from the intensity of it all. She looked up at Catherine, at her closed eyes and flushed face.
For a moment, the room was still. The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning. Catherine’s legs were still parted, her body spent, her beautiful hair tousled and clinging to her damp skin. Lexi couldn’t tear her eyes away from her. She wanted to kiss her again, wanted to touch her all over, but she knew they had to stop. They’d already gone too far.
Catherine opened her eyes slowly, blinking up at the ceiling. “That was…incredible,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
“ You are incredible,” Lexi said, her voice soft but intense.
But Lexi knew she had to stop this from going any further. The reality of what they’d done was starting to sink in, and the consequences of their actions loomed large in her mind.
“Catherine, we can’t keep doing this,” Lexi said gently, sitting back on her heels. “This is crazy. You have a husband.”
“I don’t care,” Catherine said quickly, her eyes filling with tears. “I don’t care about him anymore.”
Lexi’s heart ached at the sight of Catherine’s vulnerability. She wanted to gather her in her arms, to hold her and tell her everything would be okay, to kiss away her tears. But the truth was, it did matter. They couldn’t keep doing this. It wasn’t just the affair; it was everything it would take to maintain it—the complications, the lies, the hurt that would inevitably follow. Lexi shouldn’t have started this. She certainly didn’t want to be some straight woman’s dirty little secret—she was too old for that. And God only knew what would happen when Josephine found out. She was supposed to be making a good impression, and stealing someone else’s wife was not the way to do it.
Lexi stood up and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Catherine. I can’t do this. I wish I could, but I can’t.”
Catherine watched her, her eyes wide with disbelief, her lips trembling. “Lexi, please…don’t leave,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.
But Lexi forced herself to turn away, to pull herself out of the moment. She had to go. She had to stop this before it spiraled even further out of control.
“I’m sorry,” Lexi said again, her voice barely a whisper as she reached for the door.
As she left the room, the image of Catherine—tearful, vulnerable, and still lying on the bed—haunted her. Walking away from her was the hardest thing Lexi had ever done. But deep down, she knew it was for the best.