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Authors: Cami Stark

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All She Craved

All She Craved

 

The Meeting

By: Cami Stark

One

I stood up straight when I heard the elevator ping. It was eight o’clock sharp. It had to be him. The elevator doors opened and there he was, the young, sexy Mr. Strauss, billionaire owner of Strauss Medical. My skin flushed as electricity flowed through the room. He was impeccably dressed in a black sport coat, slacks, and a baby blue pima cotton button-down with a silk white tie. He stood at least 6’3” tall. He had gorgeous deep green eyes that resembled some rare jewel. His hair was clean-cut and curly, a soft truffle brown. His skin was light copper and smooth. His face youthful looking, chiseled, strong even, complete with full sexy lips. He couldn’t be more than 30 years old, yet he owned the largest medical conglomerate on the West Coast. San Diego’s most eligible bachelor was standing right in front of me. I smoothed my scrubs down as they clung to my curvy frame and fluffed up my naturally blonde, long hair, trying not to look as awkward and out of place as I felt. I adjusted the petite glasses on my face as he glanced at me.

Historically, he only visited this clinic when big changes were on the horizon. He was the object of my darkest fantasies. He looked almost as scrumptious as he had—in my mind—the night before. Except in my dreams he wasn’t wearing a suit. Oh the naughty things I imagined him doing to me. I wiped my mouth, hoping I wasn’t drooling as he approached the nurse’s station.

“Good morning, Trisha. How are you?”
Holy shit! He knows my name?
I swallowed hard and tried to breath.

“Hi, Mr. Strauss, I’m good. How are you?” I tried—to no avail—to sound composed.

“I’m doing great. Would it be possible for you to stay late this evening? I need an assistant to help me update the nursing contracts.”

Stay late? With you? Yes! Yes! Yes!
“Let me check my calendar,” I said, acting as if my schedule was booked. I opened the calendar on my iPhone. “Looks like I’m free. Will there be other staff joining us? I could order some take-out,” I sounded desperate as ever.

“No, just us. Take-out is a good plan though.”
Oh my God!
Dinner? Just the two of us?
I felt like I might faint.

I busied myself throughout the day taking care of patients, updating charts, and returning phone calls—relishing in all the luxuries triage had to offer. At noon my stomach reminded me it was lunch time.

“I’m heading across the street to grab a sandwich. Would you like anything?” I asked my ultra control-freak boss.
Why do I even bother? I don’t think she even eats.

“No thanks, but hurry back,” she answered.

“Whatever,” I said, under my breath as I exited the back door of the clinic. Finally free from my boss’ eagle eye, I checked my phone only to find a few meaningless emails. I crossed the street and entered the sandwich shop—and there he was—Mr. Super-Sexy sitting at a table in the center of the restaurant surrounded by several nurses that were all smiles and googly-eyed.
Oh please, how pathetic!
I ordered a turkey and cheese sandwich and sat at a table in the corner. It was far enough away from the swooning nurses, but still allowed a view of Mr. Super-Sexy. About half way through my sandwich, the nurses departed as the billionaire got up to leave. My blood turned to lava when he stopped and took a seat at my table instead.

“Hello Trisha. How’s your day going?” he said to me.
Holy crap. Small talk. Breath damn it!

“Um...you know, living the dream…” I replied and we both laughed at my sarcasm.
Even his laugh is sexy!

“What would Ms. Trisha Saul’s dream look like?” He asked, peering into me with those beautiful green eyes.

“I don’t know....win the lottery and retire before my twenty-sixth birthday? Then I could just hang out on the beach and sip lemonade.” A sly smile crept across his face and he raised his eyebrows.

“I’m certain you would look stunning lying on the beach, Ms. Saul.”
What did he just say?

“Are you flirting with me, Mr. Strauss?”
This really can’t be happening!

“Would it offend you if I were?”
Mr. Super-Sexy is flirting with me!

Suddenly my pager buzzed. Unclipping it from my scrubs, I responded, “It’s the clinic. I better get going.” We both stood and he grabbed my elbow from behind, stopping me in my tracks. Electricity sang through my veins at his touch.

“Let me walk with you,” he growled sexily into my ear.

 

****

 

Back at the clinic, work was in full swing.

“Can you order labs for this patient please?” Dr. Jeffery Petersen asked as he handed me a patient’s chart.

“Sure thing,” I responded, taking the chart from him
as he
walked away. We had been dating on-and-off for a few months, but I didn’t think it was serious. Jeffrey never spoke in “long term” language. He was also a heavy flirt. I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my scrubs. I looked around ensuring my ultra control-freak boss wasn’t watching. The screen read: “Text message – Dr. Jefferson Petersen.” I slid my finger across the screen to open it.

“What are you doing tonight?” it read.

“I have to stay late to help Mr. Strauss,” I replied, hoping he wouldn't question me further.

“Help him with what?” was his reply.

“Nursing contracts,” I responded.

“I really don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“There ain’t no ring on it!” I laughed, while hitting send for the final time.

I found myself frequently blushing whenever Mr. Strauss came to the nurse’s station or called on me for some reason. Fantasies ran rapidly through my mind as I tried to concentrate on my work. Images of the gorgeous man pounding my flesh from behind engrossed my mind and heated my skin at the thought of his mouth on my mine.
What would he feel like deep inside of me? Was he a good kisser?
I knew I would never be able to answer these questions, but, oh!
The thought…yummy!

I finished up the last patient of the day and locked the door to the office. I called a local Chinese restaurant and placed our dinner order. “Be ready in 45 minutes,” the voice spoke with a heavy accent on the other end. I hung up the phone and suddenly felt him behind me.

“Ms. Saul, I would love to get you out of these scrubs,” his voice was deep, dripping with sex. “The way you blush around me is very flattering.” He smoothed his hand over my waist and down my thigh. I liquefied at his touch.
What the hell was happening?
“You are a very sexy young woman, Ms. Saul.” He slid his hand down in my scrubs and kissed the back of my neck. He nipped at my ear and tugged at my panties. I melted under his touch as I felt the stiff erection at my behind. “Sir I...,” I moaned as I leaned into him offering myself. My head buzzed as passion gripped at my brain, squeezing it into the gray state of haze. His confidence was a potent aphrodisiac as he reached around to my front and slid two fingers beyond my lust-soaked panties and into my hot moist folds.

“You’re so damn wet, baby. I feel how badly you want me.” His fingers slid back out and over the small bundle of nerves that begged for his touch. He rubbed me back and forth as my body pleaded for sweet release. “That’s it baby. Good girl. You wanna come for me?” Before his silky words were out, I toppled over the edge. I moaned loudly, as he held me close. He whispered in my ear, “That was fucking amazing. You are very responsive, Ms. Saul.”

Holy shit! This has to be a dream! Someone please pinch me.
My head, full of lustful clouds, began to clear as I realized I wasn't dreaming. I stood up straight and tried to regain my composure. As lust turned to shame, I tried to flee. He grabbed my hand and turned me toward him.

“Not so fast beautiful. I think it's my turn.”

Two

He led me to an office at the back of the clinic then backed me into the wall, kissing me hard. He pulled at the strings holding up my scrubs and they fell, leaving me vulnerable to his touch. He tilted his head back and stared at me, as if taking me in. “God you’re beautiful,” he said as he began to splay kisses up and down my collar bone. He placed one hand on my behind and the other on my thigh as he lifted my legs around his waist. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. Holding them there with one hand, he pulled the stethoscope from the desk then wrapped my wrists with the rubber. I wiggled at his daring display of power.
Holy shit this is hot!

“Resistance can make things ever more interesting,” he whispered in my mouth. He fumbled with his pants while biting at my sensitive nipples. I moaned as he teased them into hard pink nubs. My body pleaded for more. I felt his cock spring free down below. A condom appeared from somewhere. His mouth never stopped as he covered his lengthy girth in latex. My belly clenched as he entered my body, at first teasing me gently back and forth with the tip of his manhood, then slowly easing his full massive length deep into me. He cried out my name with the movement.

“You’re so fucking tight baby!” He started to move inside me. Back and forth he stroked every sensitive inch of my inner walls. I cried soft moans as he took me further and further toward the edge. He continued his pursuit until I could take no more.

“Oh… my!” I said, trying to find the words to express what was about to take place. Every nerve in my body sang as I soaked his giant cock in my creamy orgasm.

“That’s it baby, come all over me.” He increased his thrusts, harder and deeper. I heard him growl as I felt his own climax. He nestled into my chest for a moment as he pumped little movements into me, maximizing his orgasm. Hearing a pound on the door, the sexy executive quickly pulled himself back and untied my hands. I fumbled to get my scrubs back on, smoothing them down in the process. He was pulling his pants back on when I got a full view of his strong body.
Wow! Lean. Muscular.
His pelvic area shaped a delicious muscular “V” that pointed to his beautiful man-parts. A light brown happy trail right down the center made me take note.
I need to put my mouth there very soon...if I ever get the chance.
Another knock and I turned to answer the door. It was our dinner.

 

****

 

I returned to the office to find him sitting shirtless on the couch. He smiled a big toothy smile and raised his eyebrows. “Come by me,” he motioned for me to sit between his legs. I did. We sat on the couch eating sweet and sour chicken directly from the carton. “That was much more fun than dealing with those nursing contracts,” he giggled, as he said it.

“I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Strauss,” I replied, as I finished my dinner and set the empty carton on the table. He did the same. “I better get going. I have to get home and feed my dog. She’s probably eating the couch by now,” I said.

I rose to get my coat. He helped me to put it on. I pulled my keys from my purse and stalked toward the door. Feeling awkward, I unlocked the door. Shame crept up my spine at the realization of what we had done. He licked his lips and reached out for me and I said, “Good luck.” I backed away feeling a little used; I shut the door and left.
Good luck?
I felt like a complete idiot.

I drove home in silence as thoughts weighed heavily on my mind.
What the hell just happened? Had he done that before with others? How would I continue to work for him after tonight?
I couldn’t believe how carelessly I let him take what is most precious to women. Without a word, I had given him what most men had to work hard for.
I hadn’t had many boyfriends in the past and I certainly hadn't slept with them this quickly!
I had been off-and-on with Jeff and hadn’t even slept with him yet.
Where the hell was my self-respect?
I shook my head at my own thoughts and pictured the walk of shame I would be doing the next time we met.

 

****

 

I arrived home to my tiny house in the inner city of San Diego. The neighborhood had a high crime rate, but it was all I could afford living on my own.
Shit hole.
Once I was through the door, my starving dog, Pumpkin, bounced and barked until I filled her dish with food.
She inhaled the food immediately and demanded to go outside. I felt my iPhone buzz in my pocket. I looked at the screen. “Work,” it read. I slid my finger across the green bar to answer it.

“Hello”

“Trisha? It’s Michael.”

“Yes, Michael. What’s up?” It was strange to call him by his first name.

“I was just calling to make sure you made it home alright.”

“Umm...yes. I’m fine.”

“Alright then, sleep well. I’ll see you soon.”

“You too. Good night.”

“Good night, Ms. Saul,” and with that, we both hung up.

 

****

 

The next morning I awoke in a cold sweat. Fantasies of Mr. Strauss ran rampant in my mind. In hopes of calming my sexual frustration—as was my daily routine—I began the morning with a long run. An hour later and my body begged me to stop. Unable to erase Mr. Super-Sexy from my mind, I headed into the shower. I savored in the hot cascading water beading down my skin, as I pulled the small, ornate, waterproof pleasure object from the shower caddy. The vibrations quickly had my body quivering and yearning for immediate release. Within seconds, the climax washed over me, providing the sweet satisfaction I so desperately craved.

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