Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I love my job, but eating, breathing, and living it is making me detest it. I’m either going to have to talk to Gallo about bringing on another doctor, go on a long-as-fuck vacation, or stop taking new patients. It’ll more than likely end up being a combination of all three.
At least as I walk through the hallways this time, I’m not being stopped. Most of the early morning employees come in a few minutes early to set up the rooms, work on charts, or restock the supplies. Gallo and I have no problem with them clocking in a bit early as long as they’re being productive. I swipe my card at the doors, then do the same thing as last night and work my way to the elevator. A push of a button, and the doors open right away without having to wait. It appears something is working in my favor this morning.
I go through the patient’s chart in my head one more time. I’ll have to see if the pathology report came back, and if it hasn’t, maybe Ivy can call the lab for me to see if they’ll rush it. I’d prefer Shaelynn Parker to have her results before leaving the hospital. Sure, she’ll still have a follow-up with Gallo next week, when he could tell her the news. I also know what the wait can do to a patient, keeping them up, making it harder for them to rest and recover.
The dinging of the elevator notifies me I’ve made it to the third floor. My eyes zero in the nurses’ station. Nobody’s there, which sucks for me, but I still need to read through Gallo’s patient’s chart to see what the overnight staff inputted and look for the report.
“Heya, Doctor Camden,” Lucy greets me.
“Hey, how’s everyone today?” I ask. Ivy is more than likely already off for the day considering she worked overnight and I’m late to discharge Shaelynn Parker. I’ve got a few of my own patients to work through; most will go home today, some tomorrow, and then I’ll repeat the process again and again.
“All is good. Ivy mentioned Miss Parker did good overnight. The lab results haven’t come back even though she put in a stat order for them.” It seems Ivy has read my mind. “Your three OB patients are up and moving, getting restless, if you know what I mean.” It’s usually the spouse of the pregnant partner who starts pacing the floors, asking when they’ll be getting out, not considering all the help they get while in the hospital.
“Perfect. I was about to look for her labs. I’ll go see her first, then round out the rest, and you can work on discharging everyone until the next round.” I close the lid to my laptop and exchange it for the tablet I should have used last night, except Shaelynn was asleep. I also needed to get away from her, and fast. The thoughts I had and continued to have through the night are not that of a doctor seeing his patient.
I took my fist to my cock in the shower, remembering what she looked like when she was in the room with Lennie. I’d put it out of my mind, assuming it’d been too damn long since I had a semblance of relief.
Last night, holding myself back wasn’t a fucking option. My dick stayed rock hard. Having a damn hard time walking through the hospital to my car in a pair of paper-thin scrubs meant using my laptop as a shield. It didn’t matter what I did, thinking about sports, the other patients I’d seen that day, or counting backwards from one hundred. The minute I made it home, I went straight to my bedroom, slipped off my shoes, and ripped open my fly enough to take my cock in hand. I couldn’t even make it to the damn shower, using my shoulder to prop myself up against the door frame while looking at my bed and imagining Shaelynn in it.
I didn’t even bother with lube. The amount of precum gathered at the tip was plenty, and more kept coming the harder I worked myself. I’d envision walking through the door, seeing her naked in my bed, all that dark hair on my pillows, legs spread with her feet planted shoulder-width apart. It was imagining her fucking her fingers, muttering my name in a whispered breath that sent me over the edge. I made a mess of myself and the clothes, so I shucked them off and had to clean up before hopping in the shower.
It didn’t help for very long; the need still simmered at the surface. The first time I fucked my hand only relieved the pressure a fraction of an inch. The second time, I took my time, slowly built myself up, and my mind ran wild with other creative ways to take her. Shae sitting on my face, my hands cupping her ass, yanking her down while her thighs were resting against my cheeks. Then she’d spin around, hover her slick pussy above my lips while working my cock with her mouth.