Reba walked into Brock's office the next day. She quit working in the office a few years ago so she could take care of Jake.
"I'm glad to not have to be a dental hygienist anymore." Reba thought. She went in and looked around the reception area. She couldn't find Brock or Barbara Jean anywhere. "Brock?" She called out. He walked out of the exam room.
"Yeah Reba?"
"Where's Barbara Jean?"
"Oh, she called in sick today. Can you believe it? The day I need a receptionist most." He paused and looked up at her. "Would you be willing to stay here today?" She laughed.
"Oh no, I'm not a receptionist anymore."
"Come on Rea, it'll be fun to be together in the office again." She sighed.
"Only because you need help."
"Thanks."
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After a few hours, Brock walked into the front room of the office.
"When is the next appointment supposed to be here?" Reba checked the schedule.
"Not for another hour."
"Okay," Brock took her hand, "let's go."
"Where?"
"The x-ray room, it's dark."
"Brock?" He led her into the room and helped her sit in the x-ray chair. Brock lifted her scrub off of her shoulders. There Reba sat in a button down shirt and jeans.
"Are you just going to stare at me?" Reba wondered. Brock leaned down and kissed her lips. He unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. His cool hand touched her warm skin and made her shiver.
"Are you cold?" Brock asked. Reba arched her back and moved in her chair.
"No, it's just perfect." Brock finally pulled the last button of her shirt and revealed her silver lace bra. Her skin was pink and beautiful. Brock kissed her jaw bone and her neck as he wrapped his arms around her. He went to unbuckle her bra when she put her hand on his arm. "Not yet."
"Alright." Brock replied. Reba knew Brock had been planning this for a while because the chair was already laying back. He put his hands on the arm rests and put all of his weight on his hands so he wasn't hurting Reba. She could feel Brock's pants move and she knew he wasn't moving them to take them off.
"You seem ready to go Brock." Reba laughed.
"The way you tell it, I'm always ready because I'm a man." She nodded.
"It's true." Reba unzipped her jeans and tried to slide them off from underneath him. Brock moved for her.
"You need help babe?"
"I've taken off my pants before Brock." She laughed. Brock took off his work pants leaving both of them in their undergarments. Reba felt Brock touching her silky underwear. "What do you want? My bra or my underwear Brock?"
"I have to choose?"
"Just choose what first." Reba replied. Brock put one hand behind Reba and unhooked her bra dropping it on the floor. He could see her chest getting hard due to the cold. He leaned down on her and kissed her jaw bone again. Then he leaned and kissed her chest, making sure to lick the formation of her chest. Finally, after a few minutes, Reba touched her underwear and pulled them off. Brock smiled as he started to slide out of his boxers. Reba moved as Brock started easing his way into her body. "Not too far Brock." Brock smiled as he pulled out enough to push back in with more force. Reba scratched his back with her fingers and ran her hands through his hair.
"Doctor Hart?" A voice rang through the office. Brock jumped up and pulled on his pants and slid his shirt on.
"I'll be right there." He called out. Then he looked at Reba. "You've gotta get dressed babe." Reba stood up.
"Alright." She picked up her underwear and her bra. "I'll stay in here. You go out there." As she slipped her clothes back on she heard mumbling. Reba sat in the chair and put on her socks and tennis shoes. When she walked into the office, the woman's jaw dropped.
"Tanya, this is my wife Reba. She's filling in for Barbara Jean."
"I better not be." Reba said. Brock looked at her and laughed. Their lives were melding back together. They were even laughing like they used to. How long would it last?
