At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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When I leave the bathroom, Ava is already fully dressed and, fuck me, she's wearing scrubs.
Her hair is tied back in a loose braid, her dark grey scrubs are paired with white sneakers, and she's still wearing her black rimmed glasses.
My dick literally twitches.
The scrub pants fit like a pair of sweatpants, baggy but still not enough material to hide away her curves (read: glorious behind).
She's sexy as fuck. And I can't fucking get enough of her. I'd have had her in the shower and again after, when I propped her onto the basin counter. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind several times.
But I don't want her to think I'm an animal. Or that I have a problem. Because I'm not and I don't. Maybe I'm just under some kind of spell.
YesJames, that sounds way more plausible than being a sex addict.
Fine.
I'm addicted to her.
"Jamie? Jamie? James!" Ava snaps her fingers and I come to, realizing I'm still leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, gawking at her, practically chewing on my lip.
Busted.
I chortle, "Sorry, love. I got... distracted."
"You have the attention span of a fourteen year old." She teases.
"Well, my hormones are certainly raging," I admit, and Ava laughs her laugh.
I grab her around the waist, walking her backwards until her legs buckle against the back of the bed, climbing on top of her. "I can't get enough of you," I confess, and start kissing her neck, palming her breast over her scrub top.
"James, I'm running late." She giggles but allows me to get lost in her hair and intoxicating scent before becoming serious; she props herself up resting on her elbows. "When am I going to see you again?"
Jackpot! I grin widely as Ava holds my face and brushes my beard.
"You want to see me again?"
"Well, only if you want to see me again," she paraphrases my words. "That's kind of how it works, otherwise it's a mild case of stalking."
We both giggle at her quirkiness and sharp wit. I can't believe she remembered that.
