Dirty Play:Sports Romance(7)

I touched the petals of purple and white. They felt like butterfly  wings. And my stomach felt like butterflies were dancing inside. I was  excited and nervous and slightly horrified. I couldn't accept another  gift like this from a patient. Especially a patient that made me feel  the way he did.

I covered the flowers, not sure what to do with them. It wasn't like I  could toss them in the trash. They were too beautiful. And I certainly  couldn't leave them with the nurses-the gossip would never die down. I  tucked the box under my arm. My only choice was to take them home. Damn  that Wes Blakefield. Damn him.         

     



 







I walked through the door, carefully placing the delicate package on the  counter. I searched through the cabinets for a vase. I didn't even know  if I had one here. Everything came standard with the apartment. I  spotted one in the cupboard over the refrigerator. I stood on a stool  and retrieved it from its high perch. After filling it halfway with  water, I arranged the flowers. The purple and white petals floated in  the air. I couldn't help but grin. No man had sent me flowers like these  before. I could only imagine what he had spent on them.

I took out a bowl, ready to heat some soup, when my phone rang. I dug through my bag until I found it.

"Hello, this is Dr. Ashworth."

"Hey, Doc."

My stomach gripped. The butterflies came to a full screeching halt.

"How did you get my number?" My mind raced. Did I give it to him? Did he somehow hypnotize me with his eyes to get it?

"Pulled a few strings." He laughed on the other end. "Did you like the flowers?"

"Oh, the flowers." I stared at the exotic blooms. "They're beautiful, but you can't send me things like that. I'm your doctor."

"It's just a thank you."

I rolled my eyes. "Well thank you for the thank you, but … "

"And did you like the Wranglers gear? How about the chocolates?" he asked.

"They were all great. And delicious." I had almost devoured the entire  chocolate collection last night, drowning my misery in the candy. "But  none of this is necessary. Really. A simple thank you is enough."

"You know what I do think is necessary?" His voice was deep and low in my ear. I couldn't help the chill it sent to my toes.

"Don't tell me you're already out of your prescription?"

His laughter was warm. "No, this isn't a medical call."

My stomach flipped. "It's not?"

"No, I haven't been able to get you out of my head for the past few days."

"Oh," I whispered. I wasn't about to tell him I had the same problem. It didn't help that every day he sent me a reminder.

"I want to take you out."

I shook my head. "You can't. That's not going to happen."

"Come on, Doc. It'll be fun. You seem like the kind of girl who could use a little fun."

"And what does that mean? I'm fun." Since I had left D.C., there was nothing fun about me. But he didn't know that. Or did he?

"It's only dinner."

"So that's what the flowers, chocolates, and jersey were all about? This is your way of asking me out?"

"Did it work?" I could hear the sexiness dripping off his lips without even seeing him.

"I-I-" He had me completely flustered. Damn it. "The gifts were nice, but-"

"How about this? I'll have a car pick you up tomorrow night at seven at  your place. Wear something sexy, unless you just want to wear your white  coat or my jersey." I pictured him waggling his eyebrows at me.

I blushed, feeling the heat spread through my body. "This is not happening."

"It is. The driver will be at your door at seven. See you then. Good night, Doc."

Before I could protest, he hung up. I stared at the blank screen in my  hand. I was outraged. He had my phone number and my address, and he  clearly knew how to make my panties wet. I growled, tossing the soup  into the sink.

I was not going out with a patient. No. It wasn't happening.





Seven





Wes





I paced in front of my view of the city. She hadn't said yes, but I was  confident she would be here. I gave the driver her address and strict  instructions not to show up without the hot doctor. I'd have his ass if  he didn't deliver her to my door.

It was bold. It was cocky. But I knew what I wanted. I wasn't going to  be satisfied until I had a taste of that hot surgeon. And I was going to  get it. I would lick every inch of her. I would have her begging for my  cock. She was so uptight, she didn't know what she needed. But I did.  She needed to be fucked by Wes Blakefield.

Sitting around my apartment for the past few days, I didn't have much to  do but come up with ways to seduce her. One thing led to another, and  after three days, I had spent a fortune just to get the woman to my  apartment. If tonight went as planned, it would all be money well spent.

I had been cooped up in here while the Wranglers training team came up  with a plan to get me back to practice. I was starting to feel  desperate. With the first game for which I would be on the bench only  days away, I needed a distraction. Something to make me forget I  wouldn't be on the field. That distraction was Lennon.         

     



 

I crossed the room when I heard a knock on the door. Right on time.

I opened it to find Lennon Ashworth glaring at me.

"Hi, there, Doc."

She was sexier than fuck. She was wearing a tiny black dress that showed  off her sculpted waist and long legs. I stared at her breasts, inhaling  sharply when I saw her nipples poking against the thin fabric. She  wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'm here." She barged past me. "Okay. All your tricks and tactics worked. I'm here."

I took in the heels that laced up around her ankles. Yes, those were definitely staying on tonight. I smiled at her.

"I'm glad." I offered her a glass of wine.

"This is totally against hospital policy." She gulped half the glass.  "And I don't even know why I'm here, except I knew you wouldn't take no  for an answer and you were going to send that driver whether I dressed  up or not, so I dressed up, and here I am and … "

I laughed. She was beautiful mad. I was going to enjoy tonight. Most  women tried to seduce me. It had been a while since I got to play chase.

"You think this is all funny?" she smarted off, eyes blazing.

"No." I shook my head. "I think you're beautiful."

She sighed. "See? That's the problem with you. Lines, and more lines.  And you think gifts and flirting and all those forlorn looks are going  to get to me, and you think you can buy me and seduce me and impress me  and … "

I stepped toward her and she suddenly stopped her tirade. She looked up  at me and I couldn't hold back. My lips crashed down against her mouth,  inhaling her. My tongue slipped against hers, tasting the wine on her  lips. She moaned the sweetest sound as I sucked against her lip and  wrapped my good hand around her waist.

"Wait, wait." She pushed back. "This is exactly what I was talking  about." Her eyes flared, but she wasn't mad. I'd seen that look a  thousand times. She was turned on.

"We both know why you came here tonight." A woman like her never would  have left her apartment if she didn't want to. Driver or not.  Persistence or not. She was interested in what I had to offer her.

"And why is that?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Because you know you want to get fucked properly."

Her eyes turned to round saucers. "Excuse me? Are we going back to that nurse bit because I thought we had that all cleared up."

I shook my head. "No, we're doing the fucking hot, sexy doctor bit." I kissed her neck and her head rolled back.

"This isn't good. I know your type. I know this doesn't mean anything to  you. I'm just another conquest to the great Wes Blakefield."

"And what exactly does it have to mean?" I held her chin with my finger  and thumb. "Haven't you ever had sex because you're attracted to someone  and you know it'll feel fucking incredible?"

She lowered her eyelashes. "I don't think so."

"Then you've been missing out, Doc." I brushed my lips over hers. It took everything in me not to devour her on the spot.

"I can't." She closed her eyes. "I'll get fired."

My left hand found the zipper on the back of her dress and threaded it down to her ass. The sleeves slipped off her shoulders.

"And who's going to tell them?" I asked, peeling the fabric from her  skin. Her breasts pointed toward me as the dress fell to the floor  around her ankles. She was wearing a black lace thong.

Her chest heaved with heavy breaths. "I've never-this isn't a good idea."

"Shh." I placed my finger over her bottom lip before pushing it into her  mouth. She started sucking lightly and groaned as I pulled it out.

Her eyes opened. "I can't sleep with you. This is a mistake."

"Who said anything about sleeping?" I crushed my mouth over hers again,  pulling her naked body against mine. My dick twitched inside my pants.  All I had to do was bend her over the kitchen counter and with a flick  of my zipper, I could thrust deep inside her. I slapped her ass and she  squealed.