The Doctor's Private Visit by Altonya Washington Page A

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    Capri leaned against her front doorjamb and watched Tiberius as he called out for Droopey. They’d just returned from the party, and she’d promised coffee to take the chill off the evening, which had suddenly turned cool.
    “Lewey’s gone, too,” she noted when Tiberius gave up his search and walked up to her door.
    “She’ll stick around when she comes back and sees the car in the yard,” he decided while closing the front door behind him.
    “I can’t believe she’s able to squeeze through those doggy doors.” Capri headed for her kitchen. “Are they in all the houses you own?”
    “Every one.”
    “Hmph, a serious dog lover.” She chose a hazelnut blend and held it up for Tiberius’s approval. When he waved his hand, she began to prepare the coffeepot. “Well I love ’em even though my little Lewey hasn’t been all that little in ages.”
    “So how’d you get him?” He leaned back in the cream-cushioned, high-backed chair and watched her at the S-shaped counter.
    “Lewey? Some kids were selling puppies on the street.” She shrugged and smiled at the memory. “I looked at him and we chose each other. He was so tiny. The kids tried to get me to choose another, but I wanted Lewey. I knew he was a mixed breed but I didn’t care about his pedigree until he gained fifteen pounds in two weeks.”
    Tiberius whistled.
    Capri chose matching metallic-blue ceramic mugs from a small cabinet above the coffeepot. “I took him to a vet who was able to decipher the breeds. When he asked how big my house was, I knew I was in trouble.”
    Laughter filled the kitchen.
    “So how’d you come by Droopey?” she asked while loading a wooden tray with cream and sugar.
    Tiberius grinned, pulling the black suspenders from his shouldersas he remembered. “She was in one of the houses my grandmother left me. People just left her behind.” A flash of anger tinged his words and face before he shook his head. “I saw her trying to hide in a corner. Small, terrified, and sad. So sad… droopy . I guess you could say she took my heart before I knew what hit me.”
    Capri didn’t realize she was staring until Tiberius cleared his throat. “Sorry for keeping you in the kitchen,” she said glancing across her shoulder. “This’ll be done in a sec, but we can wait out front.”
    Silently, they headed out and were barely past the archway of the living room when Capri found herself in his arms.
    “I thought you said—”
    “Forget what I said.”
    Capri whimpered when his tongue thrust deeply and repeatedly inside her mouth. She let herself surrender to what had methodically invaded her thoughts over the last several weeks. Tiberius kept her there against the wall for what felt like hours. A brush of his hand sent the wispy straps of her dress falling past her shoulders and beckoned his attention to the bodice.
    In one fluid motion, he lifted her and settled them both in the nearest armchair. Keeping her straddled across his massive frame, he buried his handsome face in the valley between her breasts and breathed in her scent.
    Capri threw back her head when Tiberius tugged at the front of her gown and bared her to his gaze. His suckling on her nipples forced gasps and weak cries from her lips.
    Tiberius relished the feel of the buds growing rigid against his tongue. His big hands roamed up her dress, pushing it higher to bare her legs and thighs. His fingers found their way to her panties. When Capri felt them curving into her, she gasped his name and fought against riding his nimble index and middle fingers.
    “Tibe…Tibe, wait…Tibe…”
    “I can’t.”
    “Tibe, wait.”
    “Capri…” His forehead fell to her shoulder. “You’re killing me.”
    “I want this, I swear I do,” she admitted, her voice ragged with breathlessness.
    A small furrow formed between Tiberius’s sleek brows. “Then why—”
    “I’m a virgin.”
    Tiberius pulled back as though he’d been burned.
    “I thought