Unwanted Stars (19 page)

"Martin Kelly?" a soft voice called from an open door. A kind looking nurse dressed in violet colored scrubs held a clipboard. Her smile turned to confusion when I stood and walked to her.

"It's a consultation," I said.

"Oh," she said, doing her best to hide the suspicion in her eyes, unlike her co-worker who was more than happy to lay all her cards out on the table. "Follow me."

She opened the door to an empty office, but Campbell was everywhere. His scent was the first to hit me. Musky and sweet, I resisted the urge to inhale deeply, knowing the nurse was still standing right next to me. Next it was the soccer memorabilia hanging on the walls. A signed Tottenham Spurs jersey hung beneath glass. A chocolate leather chair called to me from behind his desk. It was just as I'd imagined it would look. Warm and comfortable, yet sexy. Just like him.

"Have a seat. The doctor will be in soon."

"Thanks so much," I said, pretending as if I was about to sit down. She hesitated, as if she had more to say. I widened my eyes, tipping my head to her in curiosity. She simply shook her head, gave a forced smile, and closed the door behind her.

I glanced at my watch. Our appointment was in just five minutes. I'd better act fast.

Stripping myself of the trench coat, I placed it on the coat rack at the back of the room, my fingers grazing his black bomber jacket that hung from the top hook. It smelled like him. This time, I didn't resist inhaling Campbell's scent.

It smelled like home.

"No time," I whispered to myself, walking to his large mahogany desk. Not one scrap of paper was out of place. Computer, large desk calendar, photo frames, everything was in perfect order. I glanced down at the pictures, because seriously, I'm as nosy as they come. There was a black and white photo of Campbell, and who I imagined were his brothers, all in suits. One of the men stood in the center, appearing to be the groom. Campbell's boyish grin showed in his dimple. I could feel the love pouring from the photo. The next photo was of an older couple, probably in their sixties or seventies. His parents. The last frame was unexpected, though. A picture of me. One I'd never seen before, but I immediately knew where it was taken. In my hand was a glass filled with ice wine, my chin dipped down to my chest, a broad smile across my face. He'd taken this at the wine cellar tour in Germany. It was shortly after this shot was taken that he slipped a note in my pocket, asking me to join him for a drink. And I did. God that felt like a million years ago!

I'm not exactly the most sentimental person you'll ever meet, but as I held that simple frame in my hand, I was overcome with emotion. Pressing the frame to my chest, I smiled, glancing around the rest of the office, taking in the essence of Campbell. Swimming in sentimentality, I almost didn't hear a familiar deep voice approaching the office.

Shit! He was coming down the hall! And I wasn't ready!

The picture frame landed back on the desk with a large
thunk
. I winced, hoping I didn't scratch the wood. With no time to spare, I hopped my ass on the desk, crossing my legs and leaning back on one arm, doing my best to appear sexy and confident, even though inside I was panicked and rushed.

A quick knock on the door and then it opened. An older bald man entered the room, looking down at the chart in his hand. A yelp escaped my lips as I attempted to cover my body with my hands. The black lingerie wasn't exactly modest. Hearing the surprised noise, the man looked up. Our eyes locked before his widened and the papers spilled to the floor. I jumped up and hid behind the desk, kneeling on the floor and regretting my decision to surprise him.

"Wh-where's Campbell?" I screeched, mortified.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He stumbled, holding a hand up to block his eyes. "I'm Dr. Callow. Dr. Hutchins is running a bit behind. He asked me to alert the patient in his office."

"Consider me alerted."

"Again, I-I'm so sorry," he said.

"Auden? What are you—" A familiar voice asked from the doorway. Campbell's eyebrows were raised, his top lip pulled to one corner in confusion. My head fell to my hands after our eyes made contact.

Mortified.

"Dr. Callow, will you excuse us, please?" Campbell asked, holding the door open for his much older colleague.

"Yes, of-of course," Dr. Callow said, still stumbling on his words. Before he closed the door behind him, I heard Campbell ask Callow to wrap up a few things he needed done at the front desk. "Thanks, mate."

Way to go, Auden.

The room was silent for a moment. My head still hung in my hands. I couldn't look up, I couldn't stand up, I couldn't do anything but stay frozen to that spot as if the large wooden structure of the desk would somehow protect me from my self-induced humiliation.

After I heard him lock the door, Campbell slowly walked to me, sitting on the desk right where I had sat just moments before. Before I embarrassed myself more than I had in my entire lifetime. This made the
fisting incident
look like a walk in the freaking park.

"So, are you going to come out of there anytime soon?" he asked with a chuckle. He was enjoying this.
Asshole.

"No," I said into my hands, still not looking up at him. Another chuckle filled the room as he hopped down from the desk and crouched next to me, pushing my hair behind my shoulder and sliding one hand down my arm.

"Auden, look at me."

"I can't," I said.

"Auden, please," he said. Little shit. He was starting to realize this was my weakness. Him and his impeccable manners. Every. Single. Time.

"Fine," I said, before peering into his eyes for forgiveness. "I'm so-I'm just so sorry."

"Wait, what?" he asked, taken aback. "Why are you
sorry
?"

"I was trying to surprise you."

"Well, you succeeded," he said with a naughty grin and wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Not the way I
wanted
to."

"Want to try again?"

"What? No...that's ridiculous."

"I'm serious," he said, hopping to his feet. "I'll go outside and walk back in. I'll even knock first. Give you plenty of warning."

Playfully, I slapped him on the arm after rising to my feet. "You're making fun of me. Stop."

"I know. But seriously, don't be sorry. What you did—" I glared at him. "What you
tried
to do was brilliant. And sexy as hell."

"Thanks," I said, biting my lip.

"It's my fault for sending Callow in here. Spoiled the whole bloody thing."

"Yeah, you kinda did. Way to go," I said, nudging him.

He took my hands in his and inspected the lacy lingerie.

"But this...this outfit. You look stunning."

"Thanks," I said, feeling my confidence returning.

His fingers drifted down each of my sides, sending shivers down my legs which caused goose bumps to rise on my thighs. His hands lingered just beneath the seam of the panties and without breaking eye contact, he stroked the skin next to the fabric on each cheek of my ass. It tickled but felt amazing.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, feeling my pulse quicken and my mouth go dry. "But wait a second. Hold on." My hands pressed at his chest. God, he looked sexy in his white lab coat. "
I'm
supposed to seduce
you, Doctor
."

"Mmmm, you know what that does to me, you little minx."

With those words, Campbell hoisted me onto his desk and kissed me. Hard. His hands moved up from my ass, brushing past my breasts, and landing on the straps of the lacy chemise. Teasing me, he pulled gently on each strap, threatening to remove it from my body.

"I dare you," I whispered.

"Can you be quiet?"

"Are there kids here still?" I said, panicked. I had purposely asked to be his final appointment of the day, wanting to avoid scarring any kids for life.

"No, but I have a rep to protect," he snickered.

"Oh, really? And what is that? Respectable physician?"

"Something like that," he said with a nod and narrowed eyes.

My palms were flat against the desk. My breasts brushed against his chest before I leaned back. His eyes flared and I grinned.

"Well, I wouldn't want to spoil your reputation,
Doctor
."

A rough sigh escaped his lips. "I'm going to ask you again, Auden. Can you be quiet?" He enunciated each syllable, his eyes fixated on mine.

"Absofrigginlutely," I whispered, leaning back on my elbows. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Just you wait, minx."

In a split second, my panties were ripped from my body and tossed behind his shoulders, landing right on the corner of a picture of his family. My gut reaction was to ask him to move it, but I resisted the urge, not wanting to spoil the moment. Campbell's eyes had darkened as he drank me in with his icy pupils.

His eyes turned mischievous before he knelt down before me, kissing my inner thighs. First one, then the other. Slow, deliberate kisses and caresses against my skin that drove me absolutely wild. Hushed moans escaped my lips. When my volume increased though, he stopped.

It was torturous.

"Oh my god, don't. Please don't stop," I breathed, close to panting.

"Shhhh," he whispered.

"I will, I promise," I begged. "Just...please, Cam. Please..."

A throaty groan left his mouth as he pressed his lips to my most sensitive spot. The feel of his tongue against me drove me wild and he knew it. He licked and stroked as I bucked beneath him, doing my best not to be too loud. Pleasure built within me until I felt like I was about to come apart at the seams. His fingertips continued to stroke the skin at the tops of my thighs.

"Oh God, Oh my God," I whispered, my hands clutching my breasts, feeling myself climb toward orgasm. Campbell's determined tongue stroked my most sensitive spot again and again until I was teetering at the edge, threatening to break into a million pieces.

I swear to God, as I pushed my back into the wood of that desk and my legs wrapped around his muscular neck, the ceiling of his office opened up. The clouds parted and I saw the freaking heavens. I had to bite down on the side of my hand so that I wouldn't scream into the warm air of his office.

Finally, when my legs went limp against his shoulders, he pulled away, returning his lips to my inner thighs, planting the softest of kisses on my tingling skin.

"These shoes are ridiculously sexy," he said as his hands wrapped around each of my feet. The red patent leather of the pumps shined beneath his fingertips and I couldn't help but smile.

"That was...I have no words," I said.

A smug grin crossed his face before he planted more kisses beneath the chemise, slowly climbing up my torso and stopping at my breasts. I wasn't sure I could take any more sensation after the most intense orgasm of my life, but at this point, I'd let him do just about anything he wanted.

My nipples, already hard and aroused from his touch, greeted his fingertips. He pinched them just enough to make me squirm.

"Cam—“ I said.

"God, I love that. Almost as hot as when you call me doctor."

"Really? I'll have to remember that," I said. It was my turn to be smug.

"What do you want, sexy girl?"

"You," I whispered.

"You already have me."

"Inside me. I want you inside me."

"I thought you'd never ask," he said with a grin, pulling his lab coat off and letting it drop to his feet. My hands released his belt buckle and opened the fly of his chinos. Pushing the pants down to reveal his boxer shorts, I was immediately turned on again. Campbell without any pants on was truly something to see.

When I released him from his boxer shorts, he was hard and ready for me.

"Condom," I reminded him. He looked puzzled at first, like his brain was searching for the possible location of birth control.

"Got it," he said, a proud grin upon his face. He reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out a Trojan-wrapped prophylactic.

"Wait, wait, wait," I said, recoiling. "How many women have you
had
on this desk?"

His head flew back in laughter, his chuckle filling the tiny office.

"I have teenage patients. Safe sex talks at least once a week. Par for the course."

Part of me wasn't convinced though. And he could tell.

"Auden, look at me," he said, clutching my chin in his hand. "You are the only woman I've wanted to fuck on this desk."

"Well, that's kinda hot."

"What?"

"My British gentleman saying he wants to
fuck
me."

"Well I do. And if things go as planned, you're the
only
woman who will ever be fucked on this desk. Ever."

"Wow," I whispered.

"Does that freak you out? That I've thought that far ahead?" He looked worried, like he hadn't realized that his twenty-three-year-old tour guide girlfriend
might
have commitment issues.

"A little," I admitted. "But not enough to turn you down. I
am
pretty hot for you.”

"Good," he said, moving his hand from my chin to the base of my neck, clutching a fistful of hair and pulling my lips to his own. His teeth grazed my top lip, teasing me. Next came a small kiss, just his lips brushing against mine before they broke into a cocky grin.

"Doctorrr," I murmured into his lips. He handed the condom to me and I ripped it open with my teeth, placing it on him as I unrolled it. I cupped his balls once his shaft was covered, tickling them with my fingertips. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back with a strong sigh. His hand pressed against the small of my back as he brought me toward him. He entered me, and instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist, leaning back into the harsh wood, arching my back so that I could feel every bit of him inside me.

His thrusts were slow at first, increasing his speed as he felt the eagerness of my own movements beneath him on the desk. My fingers were curled around the edge of the desk in a white knuckled grip. Again and again he pounded me into that wood, and the pressure began to rise again inside of me. The orgasm built and built until I couldn't take it anymore. With both hands wrapped around his neck, I surged beneath him, pressing the heels of my shoes into his back.