bearable. I want to save them all, but, of course, I can’t. There is no cure and no magic wand.
Which is why I need that time to breathe, to steel myself against the disappointment. Those few minutes help me find my strength.
You help me too. You give me strength by being near. You sense my need to center myself and wait calmly until I rediscover my balance. You’ve always done it, and it helps makes everything okay.
I liked how you touched my arm today, Miss Molly. Liked how your hand felt wrapped around me.
Know what I liked more? How you held me. How you pressed against my back, using your whole body to give me support.
But it wasn’t just support I felt. Ah, hell no. Up close like that, you didn’t just hold me. You consumed me. I could feel the length of your body against mine, the whisper of your breath on my neck.
Citrus and sunshine—your unique scent—hit me like a blow to the chest.
Yeah, Mol, at the time I was searching for strength. But in that moment you held me, rational thought ceased to exist. I wasn’t a doctor and you weren’t my receptionist. In that moment I was a man being held by a woman. A woman who aroused me like no other. A woman I’ve wanted forever but forced myself to believe I couldn’t have.
I wanted to haul you into my arms and kiss you until next week. Kiss you until you begged for more. Begged for everything.
I stood in that kitchen staring at the sink, and wondered how you’d respond if I tore the clothes from your body, set your sweet ass down on the edge of that sink and sank my cock into your hot cunt.
The desire to get inside you, to feel the walls of your pussy close around me…it went way beyond physical arousal. There was voracious hunger. Intense yearning. And a sweltering heat that scalded me from the inside out, demanding I take you, make you mine.
I have never wanted anything as ferociously, as fiercely as I wanted you. It wasn’t a conscious thought. It was a primal necessity.
But it wasn’t just about fucking. (Make no mistake. I want to fuck you. Hell, I want it so bad, my balls ache.) This urge, this instinct was more about merging with you. I had to have you, had to make you a part of me. And the only way to do that was by taking you. Right there, in that kitchen.
If there hadn’t been patients in the waiting room, I’d have followed my instincts and made you mine. I would have pushed so deep inside you, I’d have lost myself to the rapture of your body.
But here’s the thing. I suspect I would have found myself too. Because you’re my center, Molly. You hold me together.
One day soon, my need to have you will be a reality. I will make you mine. And in doing so, I can only hope you will make me yours in return.
Yours always,
Sam
Chapter Six
“Sammy, I’ve found her. The perfect girl for you.”
His sister hadn’t even closed the door to his office when the words were out of her mouth.
Sam made one last notation in a patient file then closed it and gave her his full attention. “Ruthie,” he said patiently, “you find the perfect girl for me once a week.”
“No, seriously.” Ruth sat in one of the patient chairs. “Jill is perfect.”
Sam nodded, knowing it was useless to argue. She was going to tell him all about Jill, whether he was interested or not.
“She’s cute. Really cute. About five-three and very pretty. She’s a primary school teacher, twenty-five, and men are forever asking her out. But she’s forever saying no, because after the last idiot she dated, she’s waiting to meet Mr. Right. Of course, I convinced her you were Mr. Right, so she’s expecting your call.” She grinned in triumph and pushed a sheet of paper across his desk. “That’s her mobile number and her home number. Don’t phone before four though. She’ll be at school.”
Sam pushed the paper back to his sister without even looking at it. “I love that you’re looking out for me, and I thank you for it, but again, I’m not
Which is why I need that time to breathe, to steel myself against the disappointment. Those few minutes help me find my strength.
You help me too. You give me strength by being near. You sense my need to center myself and wait calmly until I rediscover my balance. You’ve always done it, and it helps makes everything okay.
I liked how you touched my arm today, Miss Molly. Liked how your hand felt wrapped around me.
Know what I liked more? How you held me. How you pressed against my back, using your whole body to give me support.
But it wasn’t just support I felt. Ah, hell no. Up close like that, you didn’t just hold me. You consumed me. I could feel the length of your body against mine, the whisper of your breath on my neck.
Citrus and sunshine—your unique scent—hit me like a blow to the chest.
Yeah, Mol, at the time I was searching for strength. But in that moment you held me, rational thought ceased to exist. I wasn’t a doctor and you weren’t my receptionist. In that moment I was a man being held by a woman. A woman who aroused me like no other. A woman I’ve wanted forever but forced myself to believe I couldn’t have.
I wanted to haul you into my arms and kiss you until next week. Kiss you until you begged for more. Begged for everything.
I stood in that kitchen staring at the sink, and wondered how you’d respond if I tore the clothes from your body, set your sweet ass down on the edge of that sink and sank my cock into your hot cunt.
The desire to get inside you, to feel the walls of your pussy close around me…it went way beyond physical arousal. There was voracious hunger. Intense yearning. And a sweltering heat that scalded me from the inside out, demanding I take you, make you mine.
I have never wanted anything as ferociously, as fiercely as I wanted you. It wasn’t a conscious thought. It was a primal necessity.
But it wasn’t just about fucking. (Make no mistake. I want to fuck you. Hell, I want it so bad, my balls ache.) This urge, this instinct was more about merging with you. I had to have you, had to make you a part of me. And the only way to do that was by taking you. Right there, in that kitchen.
If there hadn’t been patients in the waiting room, I’d have followed my instincts and made you mine. I would have pushed so deep inside you, I’d have lost myself to the rapture of your body.
But here’s the thing. I suspect I would have found myself too. Because you’re my center, Molly. You hold me together.
One day soon, my need to have you will be a reality. I will make you mine. And in doing so, I can only hope you will make me yours in return.
Yours always,
Sam
Chapter Six
“Sammy, I’ve found her. The perfect girl for you.”
His sister hadn’t even closed the door to his office when the words were out of her mouth.
Sam made one last notation in a patient file then closed it and gave her his full attention. “Ruthie,” he said patiently, “you find the perfect girl for me once a week.”
“No, seriously.” Ruth sat in one of the patient chairs. “Jill is perfect.”
Sam nodded, knowing it was useless to argue. She was going to tell him all about Jill, whether he was interested or not.
“She’s cute. Really cute. About five-three and very pretty. She’s a primary school teacher, twenty-five, and men are forever asking her out. But she’s forever saying no, because after the last idiot she dated, she’s waiting to meet Mr. Right. Of course, I convinced her you were Mr. Right, so she’s expecting your call.” She grinned in triumph and pushed a sheet of paper across his desk. “That’s her mobile number and her home number. Don’t phone before four though. She’ll be at school.”
Sam pushed the paper back to his sister without even looking at it. “I love that you’re looking out for me, and I thank you for it, but again, I’m not
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