“You look nice,” I tell him, openly checking him out. He’s wearing dress pants with a button-up shirt tucked in and a black leather belt tying it all together. “I thought you’d get to wear sweats or something to work since you change when you get to the hospital, right?”
“I do change right way, and it’s hospital policy,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “Physicians have to—quote—look like physicians—when we enter or leave the facility. I’m pretty sure the only other people who see me this early are the other doctors who walk in with me.”
“Well, I like it, but if you want to come home wearing only a lab coat, I wouldn’t object either.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” he says with a wink. Before he leaves for work, he makes sure I have keys and know the code to get into the apartment, and then gives me a very good kiss goodbye. I take my time finishing my coffee and then grab my computer and go back to bed. I make myself write an entire chapter before allowing any sort of social media usage, and three hours later, I’m ready for a nap. My throat hurts again, annoying me more than anything. I don’t have time for a cold, and getting sick as soon as I get to Sam’s is not what I had in mind.
Nevertheless, I push on with my writing. I’m not behind but not ahead, and if I can get another few chapters written today, then I’ll be able to enjoy the weekend with Sam, which is pretty damn motivating. Still, the fact that I’m technically not behind makes me want to slack off and spend too much time mindlessly scrolling through social media.
Think about the weekend, Chloe, I remind myself. Sleeping in, lounging naked in bed next to Sam without a care or worry...I close my eyes and inhale, trying to hype myself up.
It works, and I’ve written so much by the time that Sam gets home my wrists hurt.
“Hey, babe,” I say, looking up from my laptop, blinking. I moved to the living room couch halfway through the day, needing to get out of bed or risk falling asleep. “How was work?”
“Busy,” he says, going to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. “I’m glad to be home.”
I double-check that I’ve saved and backed up my progress and go over to him. He quickly dries his hands and takes me in his arms. My heart flutters in my chest and I know I’m getting a little ahead of myself imaging this is our new routine, though I don’t see the harm in thinking of the future. Sam is my end game. I just know it.
“And I’m glad you’re home.” I stand on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kiss him. He moves his mouth from my lips to my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin. “Mmmm,” I groan, ignoring the little voice in the back of my head that reminds me I need to get dressed for dinner. Sam texted me earlier, letting me know he got us a reservation for eight-thirty…which is only an hour from now. The place is close to his apartment at least, and we can get an Uber and be there in twenty to thirty minutes assuming traffic isn’t terrible.
I looked the restaurant up online. It’s expensive but not stuffy, and the dark blue dress I brought will be perfect for it. I already curled my hair this afternoon and just need to run my fingers through it to break up the spirals, letting my hair fall into more manageable waves than what naturally occur when I let my hair air dry.
“Are we meeting your friends at the restaurant?” I ask, closing my eyes and rolling my neck to the side so Sam can keep kissing me. Right now, I don’t really care who we’re meeting or when or where we’re supposed to meet.
“Yeah,” Sam breathes, breath warm on my neck.
“I should…should get changed then.”
“You should.” He sweeps his hands down to my ass and gives it a good squeeze. “I can help you with that.”
“Can you?”
He lifts his head and looks at me hungrily. “You have to take this off before you can get dressed.”
“Yes.” I take my bottom lip between my teeth and suck in a quick breath. “I do. And this t-shirt is pretty difficult to remove. I need your doctor-brain to figure out how to remove it.”
“Doctor-brain?” he chuckles.
I purse my lips, stepping in a little closer. “I told you, I’m not good with dirty talk on the fly.”
“You were good with it last night.”
“I rehearsed it.”
Sam laughs and then realizes I’m serious. “With who?”
“The old guy sitting next to me on the plane. He got up to use the bathroom when we were done, and I don’t think he actually had to go, if you know what I mean.” I give him a big wink, hold a straight face for just a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. “I did in my head, though I was a littler dirtier in here.” I tap my temple and Sam’s eyebrows go up. “I had this whole thing planned to tell you how wet I get when I think about you, but I’ll save it for another day.”
“Are you thinking about me now?” His grip on me tightens, and he puts his lips to my neck again, making heat flash through me.
“I…I think you should find out.” My eyes fall shut and I toss my head back, parting my lips. Sam’s teeth nip at my skin as he slowly inches his fingers down the front of my pajama pants
“Fuck,” he groans, sweeping his fingers over my entrance, finding me wet for him already. I whimper as his deft fingers play with my clit. I rest my head against him, widening my stance to give him better access to my core. He takes his time, teasing me with his fingers, stroking me only to stop again, getting me so revved up I’m desperate for more.
I slide one hand down his firm chest, fingers running over every button on his dress shirt. The metal buckle on his belt is cool to the touch, and I slowly pull at it, too distracted by what Sam’s doing to me to concentrate on anything more than how fucking good this feels.
He pushes two fingers inside me, going right to that sweet spot that weakens my knees. I bring my hands back up, needing to hold onto him for support. His fingers pulse inside of me, rubbing and stroking me in a way he knows is going to make me come. We’ve known each other for so long, but being together in a romantic sense is still new to us. Yet there’s no second-guessing anything when it comes to him pleasuring me. It was like my body was made for him to play, and his knows the song by heart.
I untuck his shirt and start undoing the buttons, fingers moving as fast as they can while I still struggle to hold myself up. Sam kisses me hard and pulls his hand from between my legs so I can strip him. His button-up falls to the ground, and I pull his white undershirt over his head, adding it to the pile of clothing on the floor.
I run my hands over his firm chest, down to the V-cut muscles above his hips. Sam advances, taking me in his arms and lifting me onto the kitchen counter. My legs curl around him, feeling his cock hardening through his pants. He cups my chin, turning my face up to his, and kisses me as he slides his hand to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my thick hair.
“I missed you today,” he pants between kisses.
“I can tell,” I say as I undo his belt, feeling his cock pressing against my hand. Slowly, I pop the bottom on his pants, flicking my eyes down to see the wet tip of his cock sticking out over the top of his boxers. I push my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Fuck, he’s so big it’s still a wonder I can fit all of him inside me.