on society. From the minute I saw you walk out on stage at the music festival, you embodied everything I wished I were. You were larger than life, louder than hellhounds, and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen before. You swept me up and took me places inside myself I didn’t even know existed. Your voice was the voice inside my head. I recognized you when you opened your mouth.”
He just stared at me again, and it didn’t bother me. I wanted him to see me for who I was, without embarrassment, the way he let everyone see him.
“I love that you’re not afraid of anything,” I told him. “I love that you make no excuses for who you are, that you have no problem wearing what you feel and what you think for everyone to see. I love how you were uncompromising about what you wanted to do with your life.”
“Yeah, but I had the means to do it.”
“So did I, but I didn’t.”
“Why is that?”
“I think a lot of different things factor into the whole picture of why I decided to become a doctor. One, I would always have music to listen to, no matter what I did. So, it’s not like I was missing out. Even though I wasn’t writing about it, I still could think about it and hear it and be moved by it. It’s not like I was any good at making it. My brother got that talent.
“Second, I wanted answers. My mother’s illness helped push me into researching everything about her condition, all the medications prescribed for it, and where and why it did nothing more than prolong the inevitable. It created a thirst in me to find out more. It was never a passion in me but an obsession. I needed more and more knowledge. I guess I could liken it to an addiction. I became addicted to the knowledge I was receiving.
“And three, I found out that I’m good at it. It’s challenging, and I’m someone who likes a challenge. It’s also rewarding. I enjoy making people feel well.”
“But what about you? What are you gonna do when it’s no longer rewardin’ or enjoyable? When just gettin’ up to go to work becomes a chore?”
“I don’t know. Live off the royalties of my stupid-rich boyfriend?” I joked.
“That’ll work. That just means I’ll get you all to myself, and I’ll take care of you, which is what I want anyway.”
“I can take care of myself,” I told him, feeling irritation rise to the surface. “I don’t want to be taken care of. I need to do things for myself. If I wasn’t practicing as a doctor, I’d have to find something else to do.”
“You just let me know when that happens. I’ll do whatever you need to make you happy.”
A goofy smile split my face. “Sure thing.”
Phil’s smile was breathtaking.
“How about I take your borin’ ass upstairs and see if we can do somethin’ excitin’ with it?”
“My boring ass just tingled at the thought.”
“Awesome.”
Jumping in the shower for a quick wash ended up being more time-consuming than originally planned. Phil’s soapy hands smoothing their way all over me had me panting and rubbing myself all over him.
“Fuck it,” he groaned, lifting me up and bracing me against the wall. His mouth possessed mine as he thrust his hot length into me. “I’ll never have enough of you,” he told me before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nipping at it with his teeth.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
“Just gettin’ started,” he assured me, making me come hard and fast. Afterward, he pulled out of me and gently set me on my feet.
“Aren’t you—” I asked in quiet surprise.
“Ass-violatin’ time.” He pushed me out of the shower. “Go lie down. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Well, all right then.
It was very sweet of him to make sure I had at least one orgasm before he attempted to tear me a new one. Drying off as fast as I could, I headed back into the bedroom. Digging through my bag, I located the clear bottle of lube and set it on the nightstand.
“What’s that?” he asked from the doorway.
“Oh, um…” I picked it back up and read the label. “Slide ’n’ Glide Super Lube.”
He busted out laughing. “Shit, you really have been thinking about this!”
“Maybe a little bit,” I said, blushing.
Phil strode up to me, tackling me lightly back onto the bed, laughing. “You’re too cute.”
Rolling us to the center of the