Irresistible?

Part 4.

Meredith smiled devilishly to herself as she pressed the green send button on her cell phone. Luckily she had the day off and she could recover from her...problem. And, with Derek at work, she decided to have a little fun. Posing wantonly on the bed she snapped another picture on her cell phone and pressed send.

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Derek heard a beeping sound coming from his pocket. He excused himself from the patient he was meeting with and quickly checked his phone. Immediately, he regretted looking at his phone, as his pants grew tight. Putting the phone away, he turned his attention back to his patient, trying to get the utterly amazing vision of his naked wife out of his mind. He heard his phone buzz a few more times but he ignored it. He got through the meeting as quickly as possible, the image of Meredith ingrained in his mind the whole time.

Pissed at her for the arousing pictures she sent to him at work, he picked up the phone to call her. On the third ring her amused voice answered. "Hi Der," said Meredith cheerfully.

"I was in a meeting with a new patient," he seethed.

"That was rude to look at you phone," she chided playfully.

"Meredith," he groaned.

"There are no rules to our little game. Nothing is off limits."

"But-"

"Get over it, Derek," she interrupted. "If you can't handle a few measly pictures, you have problems."

"I do have a problem; a hard one."

"I'm sorry I can't help you with that," she said. "I've taken time now to write all the things I'd do with a sex slave down. I'm not passing the opportunity up."

Derek groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. He was incredibly horny, almost to the point of not being able to concentrate. At that point he was ready to just throw Meredith down on the bed when he got home and take her then and there. "I'll talk to you later," he mumbled before hanging up.

Taking out his phone his right hand slid into his scrub pants and further into his boxers to take care of himself. Who needed porn?

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Meredith was determined. She could easily tell Derek was on the breaking point and she'd help him reach that point as soon as he got home. There was no way she was going to loose. As much as she wanted sex, she wanted to win more. Pulling on sweat pants and a tight tank top, she went in front of the mirror to fix the rest of her appearance. She made it so that her hair cascaded down her shoulders like a golden stream. After applying a light layer of makeup, she rubbed baby oil on all visible parts of her body before climbing into bed with knitting needles and yarn. She vaguely remembered how to knit from her phase of celibacy while Derek was with Addison. For her plan to work though, she didn't need to be a good knitter. She just needed to look like she was doing something.

A few minutes later Meredith heard the door to their house open and slam shut before heavy footsteps trudged up the stairs. Derek ripped open the door and glared at his wife. She was hot. Even though she was dressed in sweat pants and a tank top, she was gorgeous enough for him to immediately want to end the bet. He was a guy. Restraint was overrated. "Hi," she grinned happily.

"Hi," he returned grumpily.

"What's wrong?" questioned Meredith playfully.

"The pictures you sent me."

"You didn't like them?"

"Oh I liked them. But they made my day a bit difficult."

"Why?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know why," hissed Derek, dropping his things on a near by chair. She grinned saucily at him and returned to hrt knitting.

"I feel much better by the way," she informed him, not looking up from knitting. "I think the poison oak is all cleared up."

"Good." They were silent as Derek stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed. "I'm ready to burst here and you're just sitting there?

"Contrary to your belief Derek, I don't need sex."

"Liar."

She shrugged. "Think what you want. This bet isn't affecting me that much," she lied easily.

"You're still lying."

She shrugged. "I'm not. If you're ready to burst do something about it."

"I don't want to."

"A man would usually jump on the opportunity for amazing sex..." Meredith trailed off, hoping he'd take it as a blow to his masculinity.

Derek let out a little growling noise, turning to glare at his wife. "Are you insinuating I'm not a man?" She played down his comment, pretending to pay little to no attention to him. "Ah screw it," he groaned. Before she could do anything he ripped the knitting needles out of her hands and threw them to the floor and rolled over his wife.

"What are you doing?" she asked as her hands rested on his chest.

"This," he said, forcing his lips against hers.

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The End!
Sorry for updating sooo late I literally got distracted playing with my dog 😂😬

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I didn't write this story full credit goes to "mcdreamydreamsofme" from the board "Surgical Language" site Tapatalk! And
Published 2010
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