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MERCEDES...THE RESIDENT
I leaned back in Dr. Evans' chair, waiting patiently for him to see me and roll his eyes about it. But when he entered the room, he looked as if someone had sucked the life out of him.
"Is something wrong?" I sat up. "Did you want to see me because something has happened to you?"
"Something like that."
His reply was clipped.
He walked around the desk and pulled me to my feet, then he sat down in his chair and pulled me into his lap.
"I have some good news and some bad news, Mercedes." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Which do you want to hear first?"
I shook my head.
I was suddenly having a bad case of déjà vu and I didn't like the episode I starred in last time.
I stood up.
"I'm sorry, but what did you say?"
"I said I have good news and bad news. Pick which one you want first."
"The bad news."
"Okay." He paused for a few seconds, pulling me right back down into his lap. "I have to let you go from Park Avenue Health & Wellness. Effective immediately."
"What?"
"For the record, I think you're very talented, beyond intelligent, and you were literally born to practice medicine. But..."
"You're firing me?" My eyes widened. "I just had sex with you less than twenty-four hours ago, and came all the way here to talk to you on my off-day. Is this what you brought me here for?"
"If you would let me finish..."
"I don't have to." I shook my head. "Are you firing me? Yes or no?"
"Yes...and no."
"Wow! Just wow!" I crossed my arms. "You know, for a split second, I really thought that you and I could potentially work out. And I'd actually hoped that you would one day say, that you wanted to date me and only me. But I would've never guessed that this is what you had up your sleeve."
"I'll address our personal life in just a minute."
"We won't have a personal life after we get done with this conversation."
"I beg to differ."
"Then, I look forward to seeing you do that on your knees later." He had the audacity to smile.
"Can I finish now, or is there something else your smart-ass mouth would like to say, first?"
I narrowed my eyes at the sexy jerk, my nostrils flaring in barely controlled anger.
"There is something else." I gritted my teeth, lowering my voice as a nurse walked by his door. "I've had sex with you, Sam. Numerous times."
"I can vividly remember each one."
"You've had me in your car, on your chaise...as a matter of fact...all over this office. And you..." I could barely find the strength to finish. "I actually thought I meant something to you."
"You do." He clasped my hand in his. "And as much as I would like to hear you talk more about all the places we've had sex, I do have a patient coming to see me in twenty minutes. Plus, I did promise you that our meeting would only take five minutes..."
I looked away from Dr. Evans and stared out the window, waiting for him to say whatever he had to say.
"Mercedes..." He cupped my chin in his hands and tilted my head so I was facing him again. "I've asked Manhattan Medical to consider you for their program again. And they've agreed to work with us so you can go back."
"What?"
"Look, I've had the chance to go where I wanted to complete my dream residency. And as much as everyone loves having you here...especially me...I think you should have the chance to do the same."
My jaw dropped.
"Oh..." Was all I could manage to say.
"Yes, oh." He smiled. "This has been in the works for the past few weeks when I saw you moping after you returned from lunch with your friend. But I can't lie and say that's the sole reason I worked hard on this deal."
"Then what's the other reason?"
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I can't focus for shit with you sharing an office with me." He trailed his thumb against my bottom lip. "I can barely focus knowing you're in the same building as me. And this is a way to remedy that."
"Is that so?"
"Yes." He mocked me. "Yes, that is very so." He leaned forward and bit my lip, then he whispered. "And I think this arrangement will work out even better for us, since I don't think I should work directly with a woman who I want to be mine."
"Say that again!"
"You heard me." He smiled. "I would really like to date you."
"Exclusively?"
"Exclusively."
"Well..." I bit my tongue to prevent myself from smiling. "I have some demands before I can agree to that."
"I would be surprised if you didn't. List them and I'll think about it."
I smirked.
'Let's see how he'll handle these demands.'
I began...
"One...you have to delete all of those other dating sites you once told me about."
He reached into his pocket and handed me his cell phone.
"I've already done that."
"Two...we can't just have sex all the time. We have to go out to places outside your office."
"We can do that. Three?"
"Three...you have to tell me the good news. If that was the bad, then I'm really excited about the good."
"You shouldn't be." He smirked and picked up a piece of paper, handing it to me. "The good news dear sexy lady...is that I priced those vases that you knocked over and broke a few weeks ago during your tirade in my office. The good news also...is that I received a very affordable invoice that will replace said vases and the Twizzlers."
I gave him a blank stare. Was he serious?
"You owe me two hundred and eighteen dollars plus thirty-four cents. That covers everything, including four bonus packs of Twizzlers," he said. "Now, I can deduct this from your final check that you'll be receiving today...or I can screw the shit out of you right now until you apologize for the damage."
Apparently, he was serious.
"Sam," I said, somewhat concerned about this sweets addiction. "Are you joking right now?"
"Not at all." He smiled and leaned back. "What's it going to be, doctor?"
"Well, they're both quite appealing, but I think I'll go with option two."
"I thought so." He kissed me. "I'll cancel my appointment. Get up and lock the door..."
I did so. Eagerly. Shamelessly so.
In the time it took me to get up and lock the door and return to Sam, his pants and boxers were already at his ankles and his long, thick shaft was saluting me.
My mouth started watering.
The man was gorgeous as hell. And so was his penis.
Yes, I said it. And it's true.
Every time I see it, I want to treat it like a lollipop. One that is my favorite flavor...
Mmm...
I licked my lips, imagining sucking on that long, sweet...
Sam reached for me and had me stripped in five seconds flat.
Then he latched onto one of my nipples and greedily suckled it.
While he was doing that, one hand roamed my body ending up between my legs, where he stroked me into a frenzy.
Suddenly, I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me.
As if he was reading my mind, he rolled on protection and helped me onto his stiff pole.
God, the feeling...
I could feel every inch of him in this position. So it took me a few seconds to get used to the sensation.
The first slap on my ass surprised me. And my eyes went straight to his darkened green ones.
They were intense...
"Too slow. Faster, baby!"
Another slap...
And this one brought out a possessive feeling in me.
This man was mine.
And I had the power to make his influential, arrogant, wealthy...not to mention...sexy ass, beg and bawl out my name.
And I fully intended to make him do it.
I bore down on Sam, my hands gripping the back of the chair for leverage, as I rained sloppy kisses all over his handsome face.
'Mine! All mine!' I chanted silently over and over, until the noise the chair was making interrupted my thoughts.
Suddenly, I was moving, still impaled on Sam's huge rod. And at first I was confused. But before I could even utter one word, he said,
"Let's get more comfortable, baby. I need to feel everything."
See, reading my mind again. Confusion...completely disappeared.
On the chaise...
Ahhh! This was more like it.
"Ride me baby! Give me everything you've got!"
Another slap.
He didn't have to tell me twice. I rode the hell out of his huge dick. Make that...my huge dick.
It was mine.
Minutes later...
"God, Mercedes! Slow down, baby!"
He was begging...
Now, to bawl out my name...
With that thought in mind, I did as Sam asked and slowed down. Then I took his juicy lips in a deep passionate kiss, pouring everything I was feeling into it.
I did a slow swivel of my hips one way, then the other. Next, I arched my back, lifted up higher and slammed down on him.
He tore his lips from mine and started chanting,
"Mercedes...baby...Mercedes...baby..."
I smiled inwardly.
Then I gripped the back of the chaise and made that nine inch dick my bitch.
A while later when I was whispering Sam's name as I become undone, he was shouting mine with his hands clamped to my hips in a punishing grip.
There will definitely be bruises there.
Whatever!
Those bruises were my reward for making this puissant man...bawl out my name!
A few years later...
MERCEDES...THE RESIDENT. Actually, THE DOCTOR because I'm licensed now.
Subject: Anniversary.
I truly can't believe that I've been dating that sexy man for over four years...Can you? I got your "Congratulations" card this morning, and I'll bring you back a dessert from our celebration dinner later.
Goodnight.
Mercedes
Subject: Re: Anniversary.
Yes, I can definitely believe you've been dating that sexy man for over four years. And the way the two of you have kept me up almost every night with your ridiculous lovemaking, has made time go by ever too slowly for me...
Don't bring me back any dessert, just give me some sleep by spending the night at his place tonight. PLEASE AND THANKS YOU!
Goodnight.
Tina
I laughed and slipped my phone into my purse, looking over at Sam as he coasted through Manhattan's streets.
"Are you going to continue to insist that we go to Per Se for every milestone and celebration?" I asked.
"Yes." He smiled at me. "I think it's important that we make this a tradition."
"Or is it that your ego still has yet to recover from me standing you up, years ago," I said. "It was years ago, Sam. And I really think it's way past time for you to get over it."
"I am over it, baby." He placed his hand on my thigh. "Do you not want to go there anymore?"
I didn't bother answering that. He knew that I loved everything about Per Se, especially since he'd made it his personal mission to take me there once a month ever since I returned to Manhattan Medical.
"You have yet to answer my question about moving in with me," he said when we approached a stoplight. "You said you would decide right after you became licensed. So speaking of things that happened years ago..."
"I've only been licensed for one year."
"That doesn't change the fact that you promised to give me an answer." He pulled the car into a spot the restaurant owner had long designated just for him. "I need an answer, Mercedes."
"Right now?"
I'd been leaning towards yes, but I honestly enjoyed the state of our relationship as it was.
Now that I was licensed and had steady working hours, I met him at his office for breakfast every morning, saw him for regular date nights every weekend, and he didn't seem to have a problem staying the night at my place more than I stayed at his.
Until recently, that is.
"Okay..." He turned off the car and cupped my face in his hands. "What's holding you back from saying yes, baby?"
"Commitment," I said softly.
"Commitment? I'm only dating you. And I've only been dating you for years."
"No, I mean...more than that." I admitted. "Moving in together is a big step, and I would like to be engaged at least before doing that."
"I see..."
He let go of my face and leaned back in his seat, sighing. Then he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"In that case..." he said, smiling and tapping a small box that was protruding from the inside of his breast pocket. "...I fully expect a yes after dinner tonight. Make that two of them."
That's it! I added in the mature scene since there wasn't any in this last chapter.
*The first chapter of the first story in this collection will be posted along with this.
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