Sweet Satisfaction

“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 sin

k .

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 .”