Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) by Elizabeth Hawkes Page A

out
here?" I asked.

 
    "Yeah. When my wife passed a
few years ago, I wound up selling my practice in the city and came out here.
It's not a bad job, and it's peaceful."

 
    "And you have a really nice
office."

 
    "I do."

 
    Something about Clay made me want
to tease him.

 
    "Do you ever bring girls out
here?

 
    "Where? To my house, or to
my office?"

 
    I blushed. "I don't know. To
your house."

 
    "Yes, I do. And to my
office."

 
    I laughed. Were we really
flirting? "How do you do it at your office?" I asked, feeling a
little brazen. Clay just grinned, instead of answering.

 
    We sat on the porch and talked
for a while. Then he asked me out to dinner that night. By the time I'd arrived
back at the dorm, everyone had already heard about what had happened, and the
air was abuzz with rumors.

 
    Things settled down after I told
the story of what had happened three or four times.

 
    "We're all headed down to
the river to get fucked up," my roommate Elisa said as I rummaged through
my tiny closet, taking out the one nice dress I had brought. "Want to
come?"

 
    "I can't," I said,
"Dr. Hulse is taking me out."

 
    I watched as her eyes opened
wide. "Out? Like out out? Like out on a date?"

 
    "Yeah," I said, feeling
a little embarrassed, and running a hand through my hair. "I know he's
old, but I like him. I mean, it's just over the summer, probably..." I
blushed again.

 
    "Oh my God, Kyleen! You like
him a lot, I can tell."

 
    Everyone headed down to the
river, and I heard their voices dying away into the
distance as I started to get ready. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I
could see that I looked happy and radiant. I knew it was going to be the best
summer of my life.

 
 
 
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    SPLIT BY THE DOCTOR

 
    I glanced at the
clock as I slipped a hand up my black-and-white French maid’s uniform and
touched my throbbing sex. According to the note Mrs. Stone left for me this
morning, she and Dr. Stone would be home soon.  

 
    I had to hurry, for
I didn’t have much time.

 
    Just thinking of my
billionaire boss, the world-famous cardiac surgeon, Dr. Dane Stone, made me
want to finger myself.
     
    I had only been
working for them for a couple of months, and already I was tormented by the
raging crush I had on Dr. Stone.

 
    Now, normally, I’m
not such a horny little vixen. But if you could see how stunningly handsome he
was, you’d understand. This guy doesn’t just melt panties , he incinerates them !
And I feel safe to say there isn’t a woman alive who can resist his charms. His
six-foot-four, powerfully muscled body turns head wherever he goes, so please
excuse me when sometimes I just have to masturbate to his mental image, even
when I’m on the clock.   God, just a
single look from his sexy, bright green eyes are enough to make me ache with
lustful cravings; I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized the good
doctor performing a private examination on me!  

 
    I quickly glanced at
the clock again.   I had to get a
move on.  

 
    Generally, I don't
keep track of when Dr. or Mrs. Stone come and go. But today was different.
Today they had left their bedroom door unlocked and slightly ajar. This never
happens. I had to take a quick peek inside; I simply couldn’t help myself.

 
    For some unknown
reason, they don’t allow any of the maids to enter their room, not even the
head butler. Why this is the case is of great speculation amongst the servants,
but no one really knows why. Of course, there are rumors, but what’s the good
in those?

 
    Needless to say, the
temptation was just too great—I was the only maid assigned to the second
floor this particular day, and no one but myself would ever be the wiser. I had
just finished all my duties, and had enough time to take a quick peek inside. I
knew it wasn’t proper, but what could be the harm?   What could