All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ELENATen days later and Rook hasn’t shown up in my ER.I tell myself that’s a good thing. Means he’s actually resting. Following medical advice for once. Taking care of himself properly.I tell myself I’m not disappointed.I’m lying.It’s Friday night and I’m halfway through another twelve-hour shift. Standard chaos. MVA with multiple traumas. Elderly patient with chest pain. Kid who stuck a bead up his nose. The usual.I’m updating charts when Sarah, one of the other attending physicians, appears next to me.“There’s someone here to see you,” she says with a knowing smile.“I’m working. Tell them to wait.”“He said it’s important. Also he’s very attractive and brought you coffee.”My stomach flips. “Where is he?”“Waiting area. Bay entrance.”I save the chart and head to the waiting area trying to calm my heart rate.Rook is standing near the doors wearing jeans and a fitted shirt instead of athletic gear. He’s holding two coffee cups and he smiles when he sees me.“Dr. Ruiz.”“Mr.

ELENATuesday takes forever to arrive.I work two more shifts between breakfast with Rook and our actual date. Twelve hours each of trauma and chaos and trying not to check my phone every five minutes to see if he’s texted.He has texted. Multiple times.Nothing excessive. Just checking in. Asking about my shifts. Sending me a photo of his breakfast with the caption “eating healthy like my doctor ordered.”I save that photo even though I shouldn’t.Sarah notices I’m distracted during Monday’s shift.“You’re smiling at your phone,” she says. “That’s new.”“I’m not smiling.”“You’re definitely smiling. Is it the track athlete?”“His name is Rook.”“So it is him. How was coffee?”“It turned into breakfast. And it was good.”“Good enough for a second date?”“We’re having dinner tonight.”She grins. “Look at you breaking all the professional boundaries.”“He’s not my patient anymore.”“He will be the next time he shows up injured.”“He’s not going to show up injured.”“You sure about tha

ELENA. I stand and he pulls me onto the bed, flipping us so I’m underneath him.“My turn,” he says. His hands unhook my bra and pull it away. His mouth goes to my breast immediately and I arch into the sensation.“You have perfect tits,” he says between licks and sucks. “I’ve been wanting to put my mouth on them since the first time I saw you.”“When was that?”“When you were examining my shoulder. You leaned over me and I could see down your scrubs and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to touch you.”“That’s very inappropriate.”“I know. I felt terrible about it.” His mouth moves to my other breast. “Didn’t stop me from thinking about it though.”His hand slides down my stomach to the waistband of my underwear. “Can I?”“Please.”He pulls them down and tosses them aside. Then his hands are on my thighs spreading them wide.“I need to taste you,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about this since I walked into your apartment. About getting my mouth on your pussy. About findi

ELENA I lead him down the hallway to the monitor room. It’s small and cramped and filled with screens showing patient vitals. There’s barely enough space for two people but it’s private. I close the door behind us and he immediately crowds me against it. “Five minutes,” I remind him. “I can do a lot in five minutes.” His mouth is on my neck. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been knowing you’re here working and I can’t touch you?” “You saw me this morning.” “That was before work. That doesn’t count.” His hands slide up my sides. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. About what you look like under these scrubs. About the sounds you make when I’m inside you.” Heat floods through me. “We can’t do this here.” “Why not?” “Because I’m working. Because people will notice. Because this is completely inappropriate.” “You say that like it’s going to stop me.” His hand slides down to cup me through my scrubs. “Tell me you’re not wet right now and I’ll stop.” I am wet. Have been si

NIKOLAI He bends over the armrest and I can see him trembling slightly. Not from fear. From anticipation.“You’re already shaking,” I observe. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”“I’m not shaking—”“Liar.” I run my hand down his spine. “You’ve been thinking about this all day haven’t you? While you were getting ready. While you were practicing your speech. You were thinking about me fucking you.”“Maybe.”“Maybe isn’t an answer.”“Fine. Yes. I was thinking about it.” His voice has gone rough. “Happy?”“Very.” I undo his belt and push his pants and underwear down just enough. “Because I’ve been thinking about it too. About getting you alone. About making you fall apart before you have to be perfect for everyone else.”“I hate how much I need this.”“No you don’t. You love it.” I slick up my fingers quickly. “Love that I can take you apart. Love that you can let go with me.”I slide one finger inside him and he bites back a groan.“Already so tight,” I murmur. “When’s the l