know. What time is it?”
“A little after midnight. There’s twenty-four-hour places—”
I pushed myself up. “Nah. I’ll see what we have here first. Did you eat?”
He smiled, his warm eyes sparkling. “I was waitin’ for you.”
“Damn, Phil…you should’ve eaten.”
He rolled his eyes. “I ain’t gonna die from skippin’ a meal.”
In the fridge, I found everything for omelets, and there was bacon, too.
As we dug in to the mad amount of food I’d made, he looked me over. I supposed he was checking to see if I really was all right.
“I guess I shouldn’t fuck you relentlessly during the week,” he conceded.
I nodded. “I think that might be a good idea—at least not two days in a row. I can’t function so well without at least five hours of sleep a night.”
“Yeah…I’m sorry, Baby Girl.”
I shrugged. “It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it. Is Lili home?”
“I think so. I heard her pygmy ass go into her room a while ago.”
We finished the food in silence, and Phil cleaned up the dishes while I moseyed my way upstairs to take a quick shower.
“Can I join you?” His voice floated in from the bathroom door.
“Yes, please,” I replied.
Full and feeling pleasant, I sighed happily when his hands slid over my wet skin. I wanted him to get me all riled up and fuck my brains out, but he simply washed me and then himself. When we got back into bed, he pulled me into his arms…and went to sleep.
Anal sex.
It was all I could think about after my conversation with Sheri. She had called me on my lunch break, telling me she was restocking her lube supply at a local sex shop.
“Still need me to pick some up for you?” she asked.
“Um…yeah, sure.”
“Just some glide or do you want numbing?”
“Eh?”
“Never mind. I’ll get you both.”
My last three patients had no idea that, inside my head, I was living in a world that was all about the many different ways Phil could give me his raging hard-on in my ass—in the shower; in the tub; on the bed, lying flat; sitting on his lap; facedown with my ass up while on all fours on the floor; bent over the kitchen counter—
Unhygienic! Maybe not that one.
This has to be immoral, thinking like this at work! It’s unethical and wrong on so many levels. I should stop this right now.
Watching in the mirror, up against a wall—
Damn it!
When did I turn into such a fucking sex-o-holic?
I was making myself hot and bothered, just thinking about my man and all the wonderfully sinful things I needed him to do to me. The whole tying-me-up thing had unleashed something very unholy in me. I’d caught myself fantasizing about it at all hours of the day along with the fact that I’d really like to do it to him, too.
Make him helpless to me, maybe abuse him a little, tie him to the bed, make him beg me for everything—
Shit!
“Is it supposed to burn like that?” my patient, Ms. Roberts, asked as I jabbed a needle into the meat of her shoulder.
Quickly, I removed the offending needle. “Sorry. I must have missed the point. Here.” I went for it again, and the muscle started jumping as it was supposed to do the first time. “Better?”
She sighed. “Yeah, thanks.”
Get the man out of your head! You have to concentrate!
I finished with my last patient at two forty-five, and I was out the door before Lucy had even checked them out.
“Bye, Luce! See you on Monday!”
“Good-bye, Dr. MacGregor! Have a fantastic weekend!”
“You, too!” I called from outside the building.
This is bad. This has to stop. I can’t concentrate on my patients. All I think about is Phil. Seriously, I need to establish some boundaries here for myself. And if that doesn’t work, I might just have to kick him out of my bed during the week.
My heart griped a little at the thought, and even though my head agreed that it might be for the best, it also believed that option was only to be considered as a very last resort—because my head loved having him around, too.
It’ll pass once our relationship becomes more established, and we can think beyond being in each other’s pants.
Fuck, I hope that never happens.
Once home, I hopped in the shower and let the cool water try to work some sort of anti-libido magic. What a crock of shit.
True to my word, I pulled out a gym bag Gloria had gotten me for Christmas last year that