Burned By the Broken Doctor

Prologue

Liam

This isn't how I meant for this to happen.

I run a hand through my hair as I step out of the bathroom, closing the door gently before walking into the room.

She is still here. She should not be.

I gawk at the curve of the breast, round flawless mounds of ass, with an even more perfect ass crack. Red wild hair is scattered all over the pillows as her body sprawls out on the bed.

She must be exhausted after our recent feral fuck. I am, too. I've barely caught my breath. Still, I shouldn't break the rule any longer. One night. That's the rule. No matter how beautiful or good you are in bed. One night of two anonymous adults fucking their brains out, and adios.

Anything else is a turnoff. No pillow talk, no cuddling, and definitely no sharing details.

Those are my rules, and one-stands help me keep those rules.

The woman in my bed has been here since Friday, and it is Sunday evening. We met at a wedding, and at first glance, I didn't think she was my type. And then we got paired on a dance, and after that we had a drink. By the time that was done it was all I could not to tear off her clothes in the wedding hall.

She's the type that grows on you without you even noticing. Her things from Friday night are still scattered across the marble floor—a set of lace bra and panties, nail polish, lotion, and makeup remover—typical girl stuff.

We barely got out of bed. I woke up on Saturday to see her sitting up in bed, looking at me. That was when I should've told her to leave, but then she flashed that sultry smile and dropped the sheets covering her chest, and I was a goner.

Fucked. Made her breakfast. Ate naked in bed while laughing at random dud jokes. Then fucked again, and again and every time it was mind-blowing.

I lean against the wall. My principles were made for a reason. The more you get attached, the more pain you feel when you eventually have to break apart. It's why we always have to part the next morning before feelings develop.

But it's too late now. I like her already, and that makes me feel every bit hollow for what I have to do.

Now I know she's funny and she's got an innocent smile and a sense of humor. I know quite a lot about her curves and edges, which places I can touch to make her scream in pleasure.

The latter I could've learned in one night and stuck to. The former…well, the former are things I shouldn't know at all.

I take one look at her, and goosebumps break out on my skin.

“Hey, lady?”

Thank God I still have the presence of mind to not exchange names.

“Ma'am?” I pick my boxer briefs off the floor and tug them back on. My jeans are halfway up my leg when she stirs.

“Mm.” She purrs, stretching out. “Come back to bed.”

I look away from her. That body of hers is a weapon, and every time I take a look, I want more.

“It's time to leave.”

I pull my jeans up my legs, hearing the best rustle as she sits up.

“It's Sunday. You've got somewhere to be?”

I pick up my shirt from the floor, raising an arm as I pull it on.

“I'd like to be alone now. That means you need to leave.”

Her sharp gasp fills the room as her hand flies to her mouth in shock. “You don’t mean that.”

I cross my arms over my chest. God, I’d thought this was going to be easy. It feels like I’m ripping a nail out at this moment. But I know this is the right thing. Rules are rules.

“Did I do something wrong?” She sits up on the bed, staring at me with confusion.

“Overstaying your welcome.”

“But you wanted me to stay. You even made me food.”

Her eyes are getting larger and larger with her confusion, and I force myself to not think about how adorable that is.

“Now I want you to leave. Can you be cool about it and just get your things and get the hell out?” I step forward, grabbing her clothes off the floor and tossing them at her. “You’ve got ten minutes, and after that I’m calling security.”

“What?” She flinches backward like I’ve slapped her. “You can’t be serious. Is this some sort of game?”

That adorable look again. I feel as if I’ve just run over a sheep right in front of its mother.

“Fuck,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “Would you just leave, please? You need to go.”

“Alright. Alright.” She raises her arms, quickly slipping her clothes back on. I fight the urge to run toward her and tell her it’s all a bad joke and slip her out of those clothes again.

She’s given me the best orgasm I’ve had in years, and I feel so oddly comfortable around her…that’s even more reason why I need her to get out quickly. Getting attached to quick flings is the best recipe for disaster.

“Just so you know, you’re a bastard.”

I see sadness and anger war on her face as she pushes past me. Emotions choke in my throat, cutting off my apology. I hear the door slide close behind her as she walks out, and I let out a deep breath. For a moment, it feels like the world has flipped upside down.

I know that I won’t forget her anytime soon.