Chapter Thirty-Two Vanya
Jeremy strolls in from the back door of the medical wing and greets everyone jovially. My stomach flutters at the mere sound of his voice from down the hallway.
“I’m here to consult with Vanya,” he says to Sabrina. “Lionel showed her game footage so we’re working on preemptive exercises.”
“Preemptive exercises, Jeremy? Do you even know what that means?” she says in that familiar way of hers. Sabrina was once a professional hockey player and is well-versed in the trash talk of their tribe.
“If I knew what that meant, I wouldn’t need a consult, now would I?”
Silly, clever man. I should be mad at him for coming here. I told him to meet me at home at the end of the workday.
“Hi, Dr. Kapur,” he says mischievously when he enters my office.
“Why are you here?”
“For my consultation. You need to check your notes in that iPad of yours.”
I whisper as he comes closer. “I texted you to meet at home later.”
He lifts his phone to show our message thread. “No, you didn’t.”
In my rush to go to the next appointment, I must have forgotten to press send.
“I wanted to talk to you about revising my treatment plan,” Jeremy declares loudly so his voice carries down the hallway. “But can we do it privately? I would be more comfortable if we talked about preemptive exercises privately.”
He is a terrible actor, but I can’t help but laugh. He closes the door when I nod. It only takes two strides to get behind my desk, where we embrace.
Within one second of his entrance, we’re kissing. There’s no denying that I want this as much as he does. Seeing Jeremy in the arena’s treatment room, eyes filled with yearning, it took everything to keep myself from acknowledging him with a glance or a touch. But I couldn’t take the chance. We have to be better when we’re in front of people. We need to practice.
A wickedly tempting idea dawns on me. Before I can change my mind, I push Jeremy away.
“Sit down,” I order.
His brow rises with blatant interest. He sits down.
“Put your hands behind your back.” My voice cracks slightly because I’m a little breathless.
His jaw tightens and his Adam’s apple bobs.
“Don’t you trust me?” I ask sternly. His lips quirk up in a sly smile. With no argument, Jeremy puts his hands behind his back.
“Very good,” I rasp. Using exercise bands, I tie his hands together. Jeremy wiggles in his seat, trying to free his growing cock from the constrictions of his sitting position.
“Are you OK, Mr. Lopez?”
“Yes, thank you for asking,” he says in pretend seriousness. “I’m here to do whatever you tell me, Dr. Kapur. Please proceed.”
“Such a model patient,” I coo. “I need you to be very quiet.”
He nods.
“Remember when we talked about practicing restraint?”
He nods again but slower this time. Jeremy licks his lips. I see the tension of his neck because he’s striving for release. I’m hardly capable of tight knots. His neck muscles are stiff from the effort to keep still.
“The next time I work on your body, I want you to imagine that your hands are tied behind your back. Can you do that?” While I’m speaking, I’m undoing the top button of my dress shirt.
“Vanya.” He growls my name too loudly.
I stop my slow undressing. Jeremy remembers his promise to be quiet.
“Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Good boy.” I continue my seduction, revealing the top of my breasts and leaning forward so my cleavage is at his eye level. His mouth opens but no words come out.
“When I do this,” I say while rubbing his shoulders and leaning closer so my nipples are inches from his lips, “you need to keep still. You need to take everything I give you while remaining perfectly still.”
“Fuuck, you’re killing me.”
I run my fingers up his neck and tilt his head so he’s looking up at me. God, he’s so sexy like this, coiled strength and tortured lust.
“On the contrary, I’m here to help you get better. Don’t you want to get better?”
I can hardly believe what’s coming out of my mouth. Where did this role-playing seductress come from?
Someone give her the code of medical ethics!
I turn off the judgy, censoring part of my brain. In this sliver of time, I want to push the boundaries of seduction, to stoke desire to a frenzy. In the last few weeks we’ve spent together, we’ve discovered not only pleasure, but also trust.
There’s a special thrill in the game we’re exploring, one where the taboo of a doctor-patient relationship has no bad consequences. There’s nothing wrong or dangerous in the fantasy we’re acting out. We’re two lovers who want to experience each other in a hundred different ways.
“Are you going to do what I tell you?” I prompt.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he declares. The sincerity in his tone gives me pause. But before I can investigate the implications, Jeremy licks his lips.
“Give me a little taste, Dr. Kapur,” he pleads. “I’ll be so good if you give me a little taste.”
The playfulness is back. I welcome it.
“I’ll give you a taste, but you can’t move. Not even your lips.”
I hear his labored gulp. Jeremy nods. I bring a nipple to his lips. He sticks out his tongue. I pull away abruptly.
“Tsk-tsk. You’re forgetting the rules. Someone needs to practice restraint, remember? Promise you’ll be good.”
“I promise. Fuck, I promise.”
I rub his shoulders while grazing my breasts against his slightly parted mouth. He moans when I let a nipple snag his lower lip. Jeremy is so aroused, he’s thrumming. I ease the tremor of his body by wrapping my arm around his waist and massaging his lower back. This just happens to bring my neck within inches of his nose. He takes deep, shaky breaths.
“I shouldn’t know how good my doctor’s skin tastes, should I? But I do. I do, ” Jeremy mumbles as if in a daze, but he keeps his tongue and mouth from making contact.
“You’re doing so well. Do you think my favorite patient should get a reward?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
I kneel. Jeremy opens his mouth in a silent scream while his hips jerk up. I unbuckle his belt and lower his zipper. There isn’t much time before people wonder what we’re doing with the door closed.
Without warning, I wrap my mouth around the head of his arousal. His thighs tremble and his breathing stutters while I take him deeper. I look up to find Jeremy has a fist in his mouth. It’s the only way to stop himself from making noise.
He must have wiggled out of the tie but managed to keep his hands off me. It’s a gratifying sight to reduce a man so gorgeous and polished to this tortured mess. I take him with renewed speed and suction. My senses drown in the intoxicating mix of his showered skin and salty pre-cum. The effort to fill my mouth with his thickness stokes, rather than satisfies, my hunger.
“Stop, Vanya,” he hisses. “Someone’s knocking on your door.”
My sloppy noises must have drowned out the knock. Jeremy lifts me and plops me on my chair. He scrambles to the floor, protecting his hard, wet cock from my unintentional kick. His body crumples under my desk a millisecond before my office door opens.
“Hey, Vanya, your next appointment canceled. Since it’s the last one of the day, you can leave early for once,” Sabrina says cheerfully. “Wait, isn’t Jeremy in here? I saw him come in.”
“He left. We didn’t have much to talk about because he’s so stubborn about new treatments,” I say too quickly and add, “He doesn’t want to discuss anything that gets in the way of game time.”
I make sure he hears my ongoing complaint, loud and clear. Although we try to keep the clinic and the bedroom separate—current situation not withstanding—I’ll never stop reminding him of the importance of proactive care.
Hot hands squeeze my knees before cupping my calves and guiding them open. I resist. Jeremy’s grip moves up my thighs. With considerable effort, I try to look normal instead of like a woman hiding a man under her desk. A man whose hot tongue licks the inside of one of my knees and then the other. I clear my throat to cover up my moan because, holy shit, I’m wildly turned on.
If Sabrina notices anything, she doesn’t show it. “Speaking of new treatments, can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course, Let’s, um…” I meant to stand up, but Jeremy’s clenching fingers keep me in place. He pulls, bringing my groin to the edge of the seat. I’m a puppet controlled from beneath by a man determined to put his head between my legs.
Unfortunately, because the move brought me closer to the desk, Sabrina translates it as me leaning into our conversation. Without warning, Jeremy’s tongue presses against my now soaked underwear. The sensation makes me want to roll my eyes to heaven. To pray for his sensual mouth to stop kissing me there, or to continue? I have no idea anymore.
“I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but I had a spinal disk replacement last year. Because of my accident.”
Jeremy stops. Sabrina’s uncharacteristically gloomy tone gets my attention, too. My anxiety shifts from worrying about how to manage our insane situation to listening to the woman in front of me.
“I haven’t seen your file but yes, I heard about it. The way you regularly exercise in our gym, I figured your recovery is complete. Is it?”
“It is for regular movements. But…” She pauses and her nose twitches. One stray tear leaves the corner of her eye. She wipes it away and inhales shakily.
I don’t rush Sabrina. As she gathers her composure, I realize how rarely she shows the world this burden. She was a professional in an elite league. Her entire life changed in the blink of an eye. It breaks my heart to watch her struggle, especially since she always seems carefree. The fact that she’s showing me her vulnerability is an honor.
We’re quiet for a minute. Somehow, in that minute my fingers have found Jeremy’s hair. He hasn’t moved an inch except to accept my strokes. I’m petting his head— petting my patient, god help me—like this is normal.
“I haven’t been back. I mean, I skate and play around with a local league once a week, but not in front of the net.”
I feel Jeremy’s cheek lean on my leg and continue to run my fingers through his hair.
“Why?” I ask gently.
“Honestly? I don’t know. But every time I put on my goaltending gear, I… I have a panic attack.”
My chest squeezes because what she is describing is tantamount to having something you love, become the source of fear. It’s heartbreaking.
“What can I do, Sabrina?”
“I see how you’re helping Jeremy. How much you’ve catered your therapy to his specific needs. Maybe I can consult with you on—”
“Yes!” I answer without waiting for her to finish. “Of course, Sabrina! Helping you gain your confidence would be nothing short of an honor for me.” I mean it. God, she’s been amazing. This is the least I can do.
“Thank you, Vanya.”
“But I think something else is going on? Have you seen a sports psychologist?”
“You sound like my husband.”
“He happens to be a very smart man,” I state. “What you and I work on will benefit from your commitment to wellness in all aspects of your life.”
She nods. “You’re right. Yes, I’ll, um, I’ll look into it.” She stands. “I won’t keep you any longer tonight. Since for once you’re able to leave early.”
“We can start on Monday. You’re an early bird like me. Let’s say before the office opens?”
“That’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough.”
She walks out and I can finally exhale.