Hell, why was I there? The man had a fucking cold.
I didn’t have much time to think about anything else, because I guess Dr. Crain felt like he could show me better than he could tell me. The next thing I knew was I was flying through the air and then straddling him on the couch. The man was strong as hell.
Since he took me completely by surprise, I was out of breath, and both of my hands were on his chest.
“Is this clearer for you?” Ian said as he looked up at me.
“Yup, yup.” I was a bit speechless. “I think this is crystal clear. Now, what are you going to do next? Talking about next week . . . who gives a damn about . . .”
That was all I could get out because his lips shut me up, and then like a tsunami that unleashed, we began to kiss each other harder and harder.
It was when I felt his teeth bite my bottom lip that the heat turned up and my hips began to gyrate. Ian tore away and hissed, “Fuck . . .”
The two of us were both out of breath as we tried to gather our wits—or maybe I was.
“Wow,” Ian whispered, but his hands began to move up and down my arms. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” I chuckled. “I’m a big girl, Doctor.”
With that being said, I lowered my head so I could taste his lips again. His grip on my arms grew tighter, and the frantic fever started again. I was moving back and forth on top of him while he was grabbing my hips so he could control them. And boy, did he.
“Ian . . .” I called as I felt the pressure rising in my body. “Oh, my . . .”
“You’re cumming,” he whispered as he began to suck on my earlobe. “Cum . . .”
Shit, it was a command, and just like a betrayed friend, I started moving faster and climaxed loudly with his name on my lips.
Holy shit.
“Oh my . . .” I smiled as I looked down at him, with both hands caressing my ass. “Damn, Doctor.”
“You are insatiable.” Ian kissed my nose, then he said, “Well, I know what you’re doing tonight and next week.”
I raised an eyebrow instead of asking him what he was talking about.
“You won’t be out with another guy, that’s for fucking sure.” He filled the blank, which caused me to burst out laughing.
“Really?” I shook my head. “This was your concern.”
“Oh, yeah.” He pulled me closer, which reminded me that my panties were nice and wet.
“Well, sir, I got to go. My shift starts in an hour, and my panties are soaked. Thanks to you.” I shared. “I am glad that you are feeling better, though.”
I tried to get up, but Ian groaned before saying, “You can’t say shit like that to me and not want me to finish what we started.”
“I know,” I continued to pull away. “However, you can’t get Victor to lean on this one. I promise he’s not trying to hear it. Especially now that his ex-wife opened up a restaurant a couple of blocks from him. Bad blood there, and the man needs to get laid. Bad.”
I packed my bag with my other half of turkey hoagie and strapped it around my neck, turning to see Ian standing right behind me. However, he was standing there with a friend—the hard appendage that was trying to greet me before he could.
“Oh, boy.” I smirked. “Looks like we have a visitor. You do know they banned gray sweatpants. You can’t be in these streets like that and showing off your junk.”
This caused Ian to burst out laughing as he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me closer with a faint kiss.
“Not going in these streets,” he mocked. “However, when you get off, I want you over here since I was told to stay in bed.”
Oh, he was back to being bossy.
Hell, I didn’t mind. Not today.
“You got a deal.” I nodded. Then I looked down and said, “Sir, it’s nice to meet you. I look forward to frolicking with you.”
Then I turned to leave a laughing Ian as he shook his head and stood in the door, watching me leave.
Man, I came to give the man lunch and left with a date. This Philly life just might turn around for me, after all.
Chapter 6
Ian
What in the fuck?
Yes, she was a patient, but not anymore. Yes, she came to my apartment for a whole week to nurse me back to health, even though it was to curse me out. Yes, this woman was hot as hell, and fuck, yes, I wanted to fuck her.
Bad.
I also wanted to give her space and not just dive right into sex, but fuck, it had been almost a year. With my schedule, it was hard keeping a girlfriend, and I wasn’t the type of guy who stuck my cock into every open hole. I had no time for clubs, bars, or lounges because it was one thing to be a doctor and it was another thing to be a doctor and own the clinic.
Hal thought I was crazy when I decided to buy the rundown clinic in West Philly. The neighborhood needed some life or at least some healing. Shit, I didn’t even know why I did it, but I knew there needed to be something different. We gave free flu shots and vaccines on a year-round basis. We gave out clean needles and condoms to men and women, as well as street-corner prophets sharing facts about health.
The community had an older population that did not trust doctors, but because we made our presence known in the community, it made us trustworthy, so they came to urgent care instead of the doctor.
I loved my job, but it still could be taxing on a relationship. This I knew, and as much as I wanted to explore this with Ivory, I was not trying to set us up for failure.
This day was the last day since I was feeling ten times better and not coughing or sniffling. However, my only attention was around tonight. Ivory got off at seven, so she would be here around eight.
I had the television on Philly’s Got Talent because she said that it was her favorite show. A new episode aired last night, so the idea was maybe we could watch it together instead of doing what Hal said, which was turn on the slow jams, cut the lights out, and wear some silk boxers. I have no idea where his idea of romance comes from, but the man is weird. Like really weird.
A knock on the door sent my blood racing to another level. Play it cool, I repeated in my head. Play it cool.
After opening the door, I saw her standing there with a large wool coat on. This was different from her short puffy jacket that I’d seen for the past couple of weeks.
“Good to see you,” I tried to restrain myself from grabbing her. Instead, I opened the door wider to welcome her inside.
“Oh, Philly’s Got Talent,” she screeched but sat down with her coat on.
Okay.
It was winter, but my apartment was at least seventy-five degrees.
“Are you cold?” I asked while sitting down next to her.
“No, not really.” She smiled and bounced a bit on the couch.
“Do you want me to take your coat?” I asked so she could at least get comfortable.
“Nope.” She shook her head before asking, “So, when are you firing this baby up?”
“Now. Let me get some popcorn and drinks. Do you need anything else? I figured you ate, but if not, I can get some food. Anything but soup.”
Ivory laughed but remained in her coat. Okay, now this was getting weird. The episode began to play, and she was humming and dancing in her seat like she knew every song.