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I sigh, trying to look on the bright side as I head back to my car and make the short drive back to my flower shop. I got to talk to Ken and it seems like just maybe, he’s as interested in me as I am in him.
FOUR
Ken
I tryto calm my racing heart and clear the lingering images of Gracie bent over the exam table in my office. God, I can practically hear her little whimpers of desperate desire as I tease her over and over, never quite giving her what she needs.
It’s been a long damn time since I had a sex dream and even longer since I had one as dirty as that one.
I wonder what brought it on. I’ve seen Gracie around town before of course. It’s not very big and everyone in Cherry Falls knows everyone else. I’ve bumped into her here and there but I’ve never had this reaction before now. I suppose I’ve seen more of her in the last two days than I have the entire time she’s been here. Maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about her, even in my dreams. Gracie is much more potent when she’s the only one looking at me, her big blue eyes practically beg me to rip her top off and suck on her hard little nipples.
Stop. It.
Maybe I’m dreaming about her like that because of my schedule. I’ve been so slammed lately that I’ve hardly had time to sleep, let alone date someone. I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman, dating, sleeping, or otherwise. I’m not into one-night stands, so that’s out of the question.
If Gracie were offering though…
I shake my head, throwing my legs over the side of the bed and heading into the bathroom. It’s early but I need to head to the clinic and finish up paperwork before we open for the day.
I step into the shower, my mind going back to the dream as I let the warm water wash over me. Maybe that dream was my body’s way of telling me that I need to get some kind of stress relief.
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But my hand slides down my stomach and I hiss as I wrap my fingers around my throbbing dick. I imagine fisting her long, black hair and pulling her head back so I can bite at her lips and devour her hot little mouth.
In my fantasy, after she’s shaking and out of breath from our kiss, I guide her down on her knees and tell her to open her luscious lips for me. I squeeze my cock harder, increasing my speed, rubbing my dick raw as I think about the way she looked at me when she came into my office yesterday.
My balls draw up tight as I jerk myself faster, harder, fucking my hand and wishing it was Gracie’s pussy wrapped around me instead. I picture her back bowed off the mattress, her nails scoring my back as she claws at my skin, her face twisted up in ecstasy as I tear her in two with my huge fucking cock.
I growl when I feel the base of my spine spark and tingle with the first signs of my orgasm. It crawls up my back and steals the air right out of my lungs. I choke out a roar as a deliciously painful jolt of pleasure shoots out of my dick, making me spray my heavy load all over the shower wall. I keep coming, my cock twitching and spurting more cum than I thought possible.
“Fuck,” I spit out, still gasping for air after my incredible orgasm. I mean, shit.
But I shouldn’t have done that. I really shouldn’t be thinking about Gracie or my love life. There’s no doubt she’d be a thousand times better than my own hand, but I need to get my clinic sorted out. I need to hire a new nurse and get my hours under control. Then I can worry about my dating life.
Juniper texts me as I step out of the shower, reminding me that I have an interview with a nurse first thing this morning. I groan at the thought of sitting through another one of these damn interviews.
Every single one is worse than the last. Some have no experience or very little. The ones that have experience didn’t have good references or lived an hour away and had trouble arriving at the interview on time. That didn’t bode well for them working for me.
My time in the military means that I’m always early and I have a hard time dealing with people who are always late. I want to find someone who is perfect for the job so that I never have to go through this again.
I finish getting dressed, grabbing my phone and a banana and granola bar from the kitchen before I head out the door. This was about the only food that I have left in the house and I add grocery shopping to my never-ending to-do list.
I park outside of my office, growing hopeful when I see that the applicant is already waiting for me. I let us both in, making small talk with her as we head inside.
“So you just moved to Sin City?” I ask as I look over her résumé and she nods, smiling politely.
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a drive but I couldn’t find anything closer.”
I nod, noting that she just got out of nursing school. I wish that she had more experience than the few internships, but she was on time and seems professional.
I’m about to tell her that I have one more interview lined up but that I’m sure I’ll be inviting her back for a second interview when she scrunches up her nose, glaring across the room at the bouquet of flowers on my desk.
“Is something wrong?” I ask her and she pastes a smile on her face.
“I’m just allergic to flowers. Do you have them in the office often?” she asks.
“Yeah, I do.”
She frowns and I stand, wrapping up the interview and tossing her résumé in the no pile.
