Unfriending the Dr by Piper Sullivan

Ryan

“Great job, Clyde.” The kid had come to the shop early, cleaned up, and finished three oil changes, and it wasn’t even noon yet. “Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what’s up?”

Clyde was just seventeen years old, a senior who’d gotten in more than his fair share of trouble throughout high school. He’d finally found something he was passionate about—or he would be, if teenage temptations weren’t so abundant in a small town. He flashed a dimpled smile that Persephone said was the likely cause of so many of his troubles and raked a hand through wavy black hair. “I dunno what you mean.”

“Don’t try that with me, kid. What’s going on with you?” I wasn’t much of a troublemaker, but I’d had a few close calls.

Clyde sighed and shrugged again. “Maybe I’m just realizing that I can’t dick around forever. This is a good job, and you say I’m pretty good at it, so maybe, I dunno, I should make more of an effort. Right?”

I smiled. “Right.”

“Okay,” he said dismissively.

“What’s her name?”

“Who?” Clyde blinked, but his effort to look innocent failed due to his smile.

“The girl. The one who has you rethinking your priorities in life. Who is she?”

“Just a girl, Mr. Branson.”

“Mr. Branson was my dad and my uncle. Call me Ryan.”

“She’s just a girl, but I like her. She’s a year older than me, taking business classes at the junior college.” He smiled. “She says a thinking man, an ambitious man is sexy.”

“She’s not wrong.” Persephone appeared out of nowhere, a wide smile on her face as she looked at the blush staining Clyde’s cheeks. “Women love a man who isn’t afraid to use his mind, who has hopes and dreams for the future.”

“Yeah, but what if those dreams don’t amount to nothing? What if all they ever end up being are hopes and dreams?”

A pit formed in my stomach at the kid’s words; they echoed my own thoughts on more than one occasion. It wasn’t easy to be in love with a high-achieving woman and I wondered the same thing too often.

Persephone’s smile softened and she put a hand on Clyde’s shoulder. “As long as you’re always working toward something, the right woman won’t mind. Ryan says you’re a talented kid.”

He snorted. “I’m good with my hands. I can fix just about anything with a motor.”

“And that’s not nothing, Clyde. Fixing things is an important skill, but I also hear you have an eye for design. Maybe one day you’ll be Ryan’s partner, doing those crazy paint jobs with the naked girls on the hood.”

Clyde laughed. “Me?”

“Why not? All it requires is brains and hard work—two things I know you’ve got if Ryan keeps you around.”

Clyde’s smile widened and he eyed the big white bag in her other hand. “Did you bring enough for me, too, Dr. Vanguard?”

Persephone was caught off-guard for a moment by his abrupt topic change but then she looked down at the bag and grinned. “Sorry, kid, I only brought enough for two.”

He looked from Persephone to me and back with a knowing smile. “If you can get a babe like this to bring you lunch, maybe I do have a shot.”

Persephone let out a loud, melodic laugh. “You’re going to be just fine, Clyde.”

“Yeah, fine,” I growled. “Be back in one hour.”

“You got it, boss.”

“One hour,” I shouted back just to let him know I meant business. Then I turned my attention to the woman before me, dressed in a pretty green dress that my fingers itched to peel from her body. “This is a wonderful surprise.” I nodded for Persephone to follow me into my office, where it was mostly clean so she could sit without staining her nice clothes.

“Just wait until you see what’s in the bag,” she teased.

I took a step closer and ran a thumb across the silky skin that covered her collarbone. “I’m more interested to see what’s under this dress.”

“Just itty bitty scraps of lace,” she responded on a breathy moan.

“Good to know.” I brushed a soft kiss to her pink lips and wrapped my arms around her. “How’s your day so far?” Persephone rarely left the medical center in the middle of the workday unless something was wrong or Titus needed her.

“Okay,” she sighed and leaned into my hug. “One of my patients got some bad news and my heart is hurting for her. She’s just a kid, Ryan.”

I hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. “She’s lucky you’re her doctor because I’m sure you made sure to catch the problem early.”

Persephone nodded against my chest and sniffled. “Early testing is crucial.”

I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped. “I’ve heard those words thousands of times from your lips—that’s how I know her chances of beating this are excellent.”

She let out a soft sigh and leaned against me a little more, letting me take on some of her burden. It was a small act, but the fact that this beautiful, kind, smart and strong woman would let me be a source of comfort for her meant we were making progress. “Thank you, Ryan.”

“My pleasure. Any time your cape gets a little dusty, I’m happy to remind you how incredible you are, Persephone.”

She smiled up at me. “You’re pretty incredible, Ryan.”

“Nah,” I told her. “I’m just me.”

“And I like just you,” she answered and pressed her lips to mine. “I like just you a whole lot, Ryan.”

My hands went to her hips and slid down to grip her ass, because it was a mighty fine ass. “I like you a whole lot, too,” I whispered against her lips.

“I want you, Ryan. Right now.”

“Right now?” I took a step back and scanned the office, which was all hard surfaces. There was no place soft or comfortable to lay her down, to taste her and have my way with her. “Here?”

Persephone nodded and gave my chest a gentle shove. “Right here,” she whispered and reached under her dress to tug on her underwear.

My teeth clenched. “A very tiny scrap of lace,” I confirmed when she tossed the white lace at me. I held the lace to my nose and closed my eyes. “But they smell like you.”

“Dirty,” she gasped and hopped up on the desk with a smile. “So dirty.”

In an instant, I was at the desk again, standing between her legs. “You have a problem with dirty?” My hands traced the inside of her thighs and brushed against her bare pussy.

Persephone gasped and let her head fall back. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Good,” I grunted and pressed a kiss to her exposed neck. “Because I can smell how turned on you are and it’s making me hungry.” Her hips squirmed with her arousal and I smiled. “Lie back, Persephone.”

Shocked violet eyes met mine but the shock soon turned to heat and she did what I said. “Like this?” She was on her back, legs spread just wide enough to tease.

“No. Like this.” I grabbed her by the waist, my hunger for her growing by the second, and pulled her to the edge of the desk before I leaned over and feasted on her sweet honey.

“Ryan.”

The way she moaned my name, over and over, meant there was no chance of me stopping. My tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and sucking while my name slipped from her lips like her favorite song. I slid between her wet folds and thrust in and out, growling my own pleasure when her fingers tangled in my hair.

“Ryan, yes! Oh god, yes!”

I took my time feasting on her sweet pussy until she clenched around two fingers, soaked my hand and shouted my name in erotic satisfaction. “So sweet.” I licked my lips and she let out a sound that was half gasp and half moan.

“Come here.” The gravelly command in her voice made my cock twitch. “Sit.”

“So bossy. It’s working for me.”

She laughed and spun around on the desk so she faced the black office chair. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I took a seat behind my desk while she made quick work of my cargo pants, the button and zipper opened in a fraction of a second. “I like the way you think.”

Persephone unleashed my cock and stroked it hard and fast, her gaze fixed on my face. “Did tasting me make you hard, Ryan?”

“You tell me.”

She did better than that, sliding from the desk onto the length of my cock in one smooth move, that ripped a low moan of pleasure from each of us. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Yeah,” I groaned and gripped her hips. She slammed down on me, hard and fast, while I thrust up into her. The only sounds in the room were our breathless pants and our skin smacking together. It was hot, just a quickie in my office, but as satisfying as a full night of having my way with this woman. “Persephone, babe. You feel so fucking good.”

“You. Too.”

In minutes, or maybe it was seconds, we were both shattering into millions of pieces. Breathless, our bodies shook and vibrated together, our eyes locked in a hypnotic gaze until we were totally spent. I love you. The words were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t say those words to her, not for the first time, while I was buried deep inside of her.

“Feel free to bring me lunch and seduce me anytime.”

Persephone’s head fell to my chest and she let out a loud laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Please do.” After a quick clean up, we sat down to enjoy our sandwiches and strawberry tea. “Second best thing I’ve had in my mouth all day.”

She froze, eyes wide with shock before she dissolved into a fit of giggles. “I can’t believe you just said that.” She continued to laugh and shake her head, oblivious to the bits of lettuce and pickles falling from her sandwich. “Keep those dirty words to yourself, mister. Some of us have to get back to work.”

“Both of us,” I corrected her. “Except I’ll have a boner every time I look at this desk.”

She laughed again. “That’s how I feel about my sofa,” she admitted with red-stained cheeks. “See you later?”

“Count on it.” I brushed a soft kiss to her cheek and walked Persephone to her car. “Since you took care of lunch, dinner is on me.”

“And dessert,” she shouted before pulling out of the parking lot with a wink and a smile.

I didn’t tell her that I loved her, not yet, but I did.

And I would tell her. Soon.