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“Me, too.”
She smiled up at me and I bent down and kissed her tenderly.
“And now, Ms. Bennet, I must close my eyes or I’ll pass out while we’re talking.”
“Good night, Dr. Delish.”
I reached up and switched off the bedside lamp. Then, Kate rolled over and I turned over with her, spooning my body against hers as I did each night when we went to bed, one arm around her waist, slipping my hand under her ample breast. I kissed her shoulder and closed my eyes, falling asleep in moments.
The next morning, I woke before my alarm with a raging hard-on. I turned to Kate, running a hand up her naked hip to her waist and back, before cupping a buttock.
“I want you in
the shower this morning,” I said, my voice husky with desire. She rolled over and faced me, still sleepy.
“Your wish is my command,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, a smile on her lips.
Then I made true on my promise to eat her until she came. We had a shower, washing each other tenderly before I knelt while she leaned against the shower wall, her arms spread wide for grip, her thigh thrown over my shoulder. After her first orgasm, I made her come once more with my cock, fucking her hard from behind while we both stood in the shower, one hand gripping her hip, the other stroking her clit, the warm water flowing over my back.
When we were both finished, we stood together, leaning against the wall of the shower stall, our hands entwined, my semi-hard dick still filling her.
“There,” I said and bit her shoulder tenderly. “We’re even-Steven.”
“You are so egalitarian,” she said with a giggle.
“Here at Morgan Enterprises, we aim to please,” I said, knowing she’d appreciate the cultural reference.
After I dressed, she followed me to the door, her robe tied around her waist, her hair still wet from the shower.
“Will you be late?” she asked when I bent down to kiss her goodbye.
“I’ll be off early tonight,” I said and stroked her cheek. “I’ll probably want another shower, and you might as well join me. Then, after I eat you, we can eat supper. How does that sound?”
She smiled, and tilted her head to the side. “How will I get through the day with that thought in my mind?’
“You know what Mailer wrote. Artists work with the third leg,” I said and smiled, remembering the Norman Mailer quote suggesting that a writer’s libido was tied up in the creative project. “Yours will be nice and perky all day thinking about it.”
“I don’t have a third leg,” Kate said and grinned.
“It’s a very tiny leg,” I said and touched her bottom lip. “But it has twice as many nerve endings as mine. I can’t even imagine it.”
I leaned down and kissed her once more and then left, catching sight of her smile as the door closed behind me.
I arrived at work while the sun was still rising, the orange sky brightening over the trees in the distance. I enjoyed a coffee while standing at my office’s window, watching the courtyard below. People walked back and forth from one wing of the hospital to another on their way to start their own workday. I’d miss this place but was eager to get back to Manhattan and my practice there. I had already contacted the New York University Hospital about a Fellowship in Pediatric Neurosurgery, specializing in robotics, and hoped to start it when we returned. All my work with Michael in Nairobi would help me towards accreditation so my time in Africa would be more than just to help out an old friend.
I had an early surgery so once I was done with my coffee, I checked over my patient files and went down and scrubbed in. I had expected to do my surgery with my team, but when I arrived at the anteroom to scrub in, Sam was waiting, her arms already up to the elbow in yellow disinfecting soap, a scrub brush working away on her nails.
“I didn’t know you were scrubbing in with me today,” I said, rather sourly.
She turned to me and her eyes widened. “Michael said he’d talk to you about it. I want to get in as much experience with robotics as I can before you go. This is my last chance. I like robotics, especially deep brain stimulation,” she said defensively. “Having watched you with a few patients, I feel like it might be for me. Such great results for patients who have been suffering so much. Maybe someday we’ll attend the same conferences.”
“Maybe,” I said, trying to appear neutral. I knew that Sam was interested in pediatric neurosurgery because of her mentoring by Michael. I knew she came to Nairobi so she could take my robotic surgery class. I hoped to keep a wide berth from her if possible.
“Yes, you know I loved your class.”
I had said nothing. I had never encouraged Sam to talk much about her plans. Michael had said she was there to work with him, not me, but clearly Sam had other ideas. I went to the sinks and turned on the water lever with my foot, selecting a bar of soap and scrub brush from the tray. As I stood at the sinks, lathering up, I thought about the first time we worked together when I returned to Nairobi.
Michael told me he was why she came to Nairobi, but she told me differently. When she heard I was coming for a semester, she thought it would be a great opportunity to get some training. I had thought she was more interested in pediatric neurosurgery and my patients were adult so I had been doubtful that she came to get experience in robotics. Now, I realized that she came back because of me. She thought I’d just broken up with a girlfriend and was available. She had plans for me.
