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In another, he was pounding me from behind on this bed.
We then went to a beach on the other side of the world, where I lay in the sun and he worked magic on me with his hands, whispering in my ear that I was his favorite patient, and I could almost feel the dulcet vibration of his voice.
I could have let myself have the orgasm, but I was enjoying the experience too much and allowed myself to hold it back just a bit longer while I imagined the different possibilities of Dr. Maxwell as he had his way with me in every different position I could imagine. God, he was good.
I brought my mind back to the bedroom, focusing on the image of him pounding me from behind, slamming into me over and over again. It was time, and I was ready. I was going to come so hard that I’d just collapse and fall asleep afterwards.
By this point, I was shoving the vibrator right up to my clit, pushing as hard as I could handle, hearing the low moan coming out of my throat and not even caring how loud it was. I let out a yelp of pleasure as I edged toward the point of no return, like a rollercoaster climbing up the track about to drop into freefall.
With Kiefer moved out, I could be as loud as I wanted, so I let loose and belted out a scream so loud that my ears began to ring. So piercing, in fact, that I was sure it could have shattered glass. It had the kind of intensity and power that would make an opera singer jealous, and I felt like I was going to be hoarse for a week as a result afterwards.
But good God, it was satisfying. So much so, that the minute I was finished and I fell back against my pillow, I couldn’t wait to do it again, just to feel another orgasm reverberate through my entire body at the hands of Dr. Fuckswell.
My clit was sensitive, but I lowered the setting on the vibrator and gave myself enough stimulation to get me started again.
Unfortunately, almost immediately as soon as I started warming back up, a knock at the door interrupted my concentration.
“Who the fuck is it?” I shouted.
The words came out louder than I intended.
“Umm, just a neighbor,” a voice called from behind the door. If It was just a solicitor, someone trying to sell me something or get me to donate to the cause or maybe sign something in support of a politician I knew better than to trust, I could ignore it, but I didn’t want to be rude to a neighbor.
“Goddamn it.”
I turned the vibrator off and got off the bed. Still fully clothed from work, I walked over to the door and opened it.
“What?” I asked, the word coming out much harsher than I’d intended.
Standing in my hallway was Dr. Maxwell. The very man I’d just been picturing fucking me into oblivion.
“Dr. Fuckswell…” The words came out before my brain could tell my mouth to stop. “I mean, Dr. Maxwell. What are you doing here?”
CHAPTER6
***LEO***
Kiefer told me that if I needed anything, to reach out to the woman who lived in the apartment next to his: Unit 307. According to him, everyone else on the floor was an asshole, but she was friendly. I knocked and nobody answered, so I figured she must not be home. Then I heard a noise from the other side of the wall that I could only describe as having the strength and power of a demon from hell, but emerging from out of heaven. It was the kind of orgasm that could set off car alarms. I contemplated leaving her alone, but I wanted to see who the person on the other side of that orgasm was, and I really wanted to get to work on building my bed. Something about sleeping on a mattress directly on the floor struck me as depressing for a guy in his 30s.
But, then again, pretty much everything about being a guy in his 30s seemed depressing to me, and the fact that I was desperate enough to stay here and wait for the orgasm culprit really wasn’t helping my case.
At least I had remembered to pick up pillows, blankets, sheets, and the mattress, but what I’d forgotten was any tool to put everything together. My only hope of getting that bed together was if the neighbor was home and she had power tools.
So I knocked again.
“Who the fuck is it?” the neighbor screamed.
I should have taken that as a sign to just go back to my apartment and come back tomorrow, but I wasn’t about to ding dong ditch my new orgasm neighbor, so I told her, “Just a neighbor.”
I heard several stomps of frustration as she moved through the apartment towards the door. And, when she opened it, I was in a sudden state of shock.
Kiefer could have let me know that I’d be neighboring with one of my patients. Was he trying to set us up or something? I mean, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, yet this was totally unethical, right?
She looked pissed when she answered the door — which was her issue, not mine , and we both stood there in silence for a solid five seconds.
And, to make matters worse, I’d forgotten her name. I was bad with names in general, but made a habit of looking at patients’ records before seeing them so I’d have it at the tip of my tongue. However, I’d last seen her a few days ago and whatever her name was, it had left my mind.
But I was pretty sure it started with an “M.”
