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Bedside Manner-A Small-Town, Older Man/Younger Woman Instalove Medical Romance: May December Romance Series 1st Edition Violet Rae
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Bedside Manner by Violet Rae
Published by Violet Rae
www.authorvioletrae.com
Copyright © 2022 Violet Rae
It's a little after 7 p.m when I let myself back into my apartment.
I take a quick shower, pulling on gray sweats and a black t-shirt, and
am about to make myself some dinner when the intercom buzzes.
Frowning, I pull up the video feed on my phone, almost dropping
it when I see who it is. Without saying a word, I press the button to
allow her to come up and cross to the front door, opening it as
Leilani steps off the elevator carrying the bouquet I had delivered to
her office this morning.
God, she looks good. She’s wearing tight-fitting jeans that
accentuate her ass and wide hips and a pink blouse that shows a
hint of cleavage. I want to rip that blouse off her and cup those full
breasts in my hands, slide my thumbs across her nipples and watch
her blue eyes darken with desire.
Instead, I lean against the doorframe, eyeing her hungrily. She
blushes prettily before stalking past me into the apartment.
“Please, come in,” I say, closing the door behind me.
“What are these?” she demands, holding up the bouquet.
“Um, flowers?” I reply, stating the obvious.
“I know they’re flowers,” Leilani says through gritted teeth. “I
mean, why did you send them to me at the office? And what’s the
message on the card supposed to mean?”
Moving away from the front door, I head toward the living area,
leaving her to follow. I take a seat on the leather sofa, draping my
arms along the back. “I didn’t realize the message on the card was
so cryptic.”
“’I’ll buy the mouse house in exchange for dinner,’” she quotes,
reading from the card.
I nod. “That’s right.”
“That’s…it’s…emotional blackmail!” she blusters, plonking the
bouquet on the coffee table in front of me and crossing her arms
over her chest. Her cheeks are flushed and her azure eyes are
shooting sparks at me.
My dick hardens in my sweats. “You’re even more beautiful when
you’re all worked up,” I murmur, pushing to my feet and walking
toward her.
“I…What are you doing?” she asks as I come to a halt in front of
her. She drops her gaze to the tent in my sweats. “Is that…?”
“For you? Yeah, sweetheart. Take a good look because this is
what you do to me. I’ve been hard ever since I laid eyes on you
yesterday,” I tell her, reaching for her hand.
She stands there dumbstruck as I press it against my hard-as-
fuck dick. Her throat muscles contract as she swallows, but she
makes no attempt to pull her hand away. If anything, she presses it
more firmly against me, making me groan as she molds her fingers
around my swollen length.
She licks her lips, her eyes glued to her hand on my hardness.
“Is that…is it fully erect?”
I’m not sure who’s more surprised at her question—her or me.
“Not yet, baby. But it will be if you keep rubbing it like that,” I say
through gritted teeth.
“Oh!” Leilani pulls her hand away as she realizes she was moving
it absently on my shaft.
I take another step closer, and the same hand comes up to my
chest as if to push me away, pausing when she encounters solid
muscle.
Her womanly scent wraps around me. It’s a scent that’s already
burned into my psyche. The chemistry between us has ratcheted up
a notch since yesterday.
“Why did you come here, Leilani? Was it to let me know you
don’t want the flowers? Or to tell me you won’t have dinner with
me? Because you could’ve done that with a simple phone call. You
have my number on file. But you chose to drive all the way over
here. Why is that?”
“I…I prefer to do things face-to-face,” she replies, lifting her chin
and holding my gaze unflinchingly.
“Me too,” I say right before I claim her mouth with mine.
Chapter Four
Leilani
I hold myself rigid for all of two seconds until Brayden sweeps his
tongue across my closed lips. That’s all it takes for me to melt into
him with a moan, winding my arms around his neck and opening my
mouth to admit the thrust of his tongue.
He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me
to the sofa and sinks down on it, never once pulling his mouth from
mine. He kisses me with a hunger that threatens to burn out of
control and I return it with interest, claiming his mouth as
thoroughly as he’s claiming mine. It’s as if all my walls are tumbling
down at the first touch of his lips.
I was equal parts annoyed and flattered when Brayden’s flowers
and card arrived at the office this morning—annoyed at myself for
feeling flattered. I hadn’t planned to come here this evening. Hadn’t
planned to look up his address on the computer at work, go home to
shower, change clothes, and blow-dry my hair before making the
drive over here.
Nope. Those were the actions of some other version of myself—
the deeply buried version that wanted to see Brayden again, wanted
to know if the overwhelming pull I felt toward him yesterday was
real or if I’d imagined it. The fact that I’m straddling his thighs while
he kisses me breathless is answer enough.
This man has me tied up in knots. He makes me want things I’ve
never contemplated, triggered yearnings within me that I never
knew existed. He makes me want to believe in love and marriage
and babies and happily-ever-after despite the shitty example I grew
up with.
Brayden tears his mouth from mine, threading his hands through
my hair and tugging my head back so I have no choice but to look
into those hypnotic hazel eyes. “I’d resigned myself to never finding
a woman I’d feel an instant connection with. But here you are. Give
me one evening, Leilani. Let me take you out to dinner so we can
get to know each other better. Let me prove to you that this
connection,” he waves a finger between us, “doesn’t come along
every day. If you decide you don’t want a second date after that, I’ll
walk away.”
I met this man twenty-four hours ago but the thought of never
seeing him again is painful. Besides, I can’t deny his words. I feel
our connection too. It’s powerful. Humbling. The second I looked
into his warm brown eyes, my thoughts scattered like confetti on the
wind and my heart skittered around in my chest as if it knew
something I didn’t.
My mind is warring with my body. It would be wrong to spend
any more time with this gorgeous man. And he is gorgeous, from his
thick brown hair, warm brown eyes, and neatly-trimmed beard to his
lean, muscular body. He deserves better. He deserves a woman who
can commit herself to him fully, not a woman haunted by the past
and scared to love.
But I want him. God, I want him.
Which is why I find myself nodding in answer to his question.
“Okay.”
Brayden’s eyes widen and then darken as they drop to my
mouth. Before I can utter another word, he’s tugging my head back
down to his. If I thought our first kiss was explosive, it’s nothing
compared to the way he kisses me now. He uses his lips and tongue
and teeth to suck and lick and nibble at my mouth until I’m
breathless and moaning for more.
I’ve touched myself alone in my room at night, brought myself to
climax with my fingers, but the ache throbbing between my thighs
right now is a thousand times stronger than anything I’ve felt before.
I wriggle in his lap, grinding myself against his hardness and wishing
I hadn’t worn jeans so I can get better friction where I need it.
“Brayden, I…” I let my words trail off, not sure how to ask for
what I want.
“You need more, sweetheart? Need to come?” Brayden growls
against my mouth.
The man is reading my mind. “Yes. Please!” I huff, at the mercy
of my body.
“I’ve got you. Lay back for me, sweet thing.”
I do as he asks, laying back on the leather sofa. Brayden flicks
open the button on my jeans and I lift my hips as he slides them
down my legs along with my panties.
“Jesus Christ, Leila,” he growls, using my nickname. His eyes are
glued to my pussy. “Fucking perfect. Look how wet you are.”
Having his eyes on me is almost enough to make me come.
“Brayden,” I moan as the ache between my legs intensifies.
He presses my legs open and swipes a finger through my folds
before bringing it to his mouth. I whimper at the sight of him
sucking it clean. I’m on fire, and only Brayden can douse it.
“Gonna eat this sweet pussy now, Leila. I’ve been dying for a
taste.”
Lifting my legs, he drapes them over his shoulders, and then his
mouth and tongue are doing wicked things to my sensitive flesh. He
licks a slow line along my slick folds and lights explode behind my
eyes. His beard is a delicious friction against my inner thighs as his
hot breath teases across my core.
His lips seal around my clit, pulling and sucking hard. I dig my
fingers into his hair and cry out. My back arches off the sofa as he
works his tongue over my nub in quick circles. I mewl in
disappointment as he pauses, only to release a long moan of
approval as he presses first one, then another finger inside me.
“Bray…den!”
I writhe beneath him as his mouth returns to my clit, licking,
sucking, grazing it with his teeth until I can’t take it anymore. I
splinter into a million pieces and I call out his name hoarsely as
wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, melting my bones.
“You taste so good, sweetheart. I could worship this pussy
forever,” Brayden mumbles, licking up every last drop of my release.
Scooping up my panties, he uses them to clean his beard,
stuffing them into his pocket before claiming my mouth in a sweet
kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue as he swirls it into my mouth,
and it reignites the ache deep in my belly.
My heart pounds as a truth I’ve known since the moment I set
eyes on him settles over me—this man has the power to wreck me.
Chapter Five
Brayden
I’ve tried to keep busy today, going for a run and catching up
with paperwork, but my thoughts constantly return to Leila and how
she came apart in my arms last night.
A few minutes before 7 p.m., I’m dressed and ready in a navy-
blue suit and white shirt. I’m taking Leilani to the best restaurant in
town. My work has always kept me busy, so I’ve never had much of
a social life but tonight I want to pull out all the stops for her.
I lock up the apartment and make my way down to my car,
heading for Leilani’s house. When she answers her front door, she
takes my breath away and causes my shaft to harden in my pants.
She looks beautiful in a deep blue dress that clings to every curve of
her body, her blonde hair in loose waves around her shoulders.
“You look stunning,” I murmur with a smile.
“Thank you.” Her cheeks darken with a blush.
Is she remembering what happened on my sofa last night?
She left my apartment in a hurry, tugging on her jeans and
practically sprinting out the door, her cheeks flushed and her hair
tousled. I would’ve taken her swift departure personally if I hadn’t
recognized the internal battle waging in her head. She’s fighting
whatever this is between us with everything in her but I’m done
waiting. I need to know why, and tonight I intend to find out. I can’t
convince her that we’re meant to be together if I don’t know the
reasons she’s fighting it.
But, damn, the memory of her coming all over my face had me
harder than steel. As soon as she left, I needed relief and ended up
rubbing one out all over the panties I’d stuffed in my pocket,
marking them with my cum and imagining it was her tight pussy. I
was still hard even then. I’m fucked. Leilani is the only one who can
satisfy my desire. I want to slide inside her and fuck her long and
hard, own her body and her soul like she owns me.
I watch as she locks the front door, then place my hand on her
lower back as I guide her to the car.
We make small talk while in the car, but Leilani seems nervous
and on edge. It doesn’t take long to reach the restaurant which is in
the most expensive part of town. I help Leilani from the car and lead
her inside where we’re greeted by the attendant who shows us to
our table.
The restaurant is dimly lit, setting the perfect mood for a
romantic dinner. Couples occupy the stools along the bar which runs
the length of one wall. As soon as we’re seated, the waiter appears
to take our drinks orders and leaves us with menus.
“So, how was your day?” I ask to break the tension simmering
between us.
“Hectic. Saturday is always our busiest day for viewings. Seems
like everyone is looking to move house at the moment. Not that I’m
complaining,” Leilani is quick to assure me. “It’s good for business.”
She pauses, giving me a brittle smile. “What about you? How was
your day?”
“Long, waiting to see you again,” I tell her slipping my hand over
hers where it rests on the table. I smooth my thumb absently over
her soft skin. Her sweet floral scent teases my nostrils and her pulse
throbs beneath my fingers as they brush the inside of her wrist.
She looks at our entwined hands and opens her mouth to say
something just as the waiter returns with our drinks—a glass of
white wine for Leilani and a beer for me. We place our food orders,
and he disappears, taking the menus with him.
“Why?” Leilani asks once we’re alone again, lifting those striking
blue eyes to mine.
I frown at her unexpected question. “Why what?”
“Why are you doing all this?” she asks, sweeping a hand around
us. “Why are you so determined to…” She shakes her head. “Why
me?”
“I thought I made that clear last night. I can’t stop thinking
about you. There’s something between us, something profound, and
I know you feel it too, but you’re fighting it. I haven’t gotten to
where I am in life by sitting back and waiting for things to fall into
my lap. So, I’m fighting too. I’m fighting for you.”
Leilani blows out a shaky breath. “Are you always this forward
with women?”
“No. I’ve never been in a serious relationship. My time in the
army and my work at Porter General have kept me too busy. I can’t
remember the last time I was with a woman, but it’s been years.”
Leilani’s eyes widen in surprise.
“I’m not a player, sweetheart. What happened on my sofa last
night wasn’t planned.”
She drops her eyes. “I know. I’m the one who came to your
apartment. You were right. I wanted to see you again, wanted to
know if what I felt when we met was real or my imagination.”
My heart thuds at her admission and hope flares in my gut. “The
second you walked up that path toward me two days ago, I knew
why I’m not married with kids. I was waiting for you. I know it’s
quick. I know it’s crazy. But I’m no stranger to split-second
situations. My life and my career have been built around them. Our
paths would have crossed at some point. It was only a matter of
time, what with your sister being married to my best friend. Hell, we
would’ve met at their wedding if they hadn’t snuck off and done the
deed at the courthouse.”
Leilani glowers. “I still haven’t forgiven them for that.”
The waiter arrives with our food. I wait until he’s placed Leilani’s
linguine and my steak in front of us before speaking again.
“It must have been rough, holding everything together after your
mom died,” I say, recalling the little Logan has told me.
Leilani swallows her mouthful of linguine. She has a strange
expression on her face. She looks almost…guilty? “It was but not in
the way I thought. I mean, I hate that the cancer took her from us,
but she was in so much pain at the end and—” she pauses as if
searching for the right words.
“It was a relief?”
Her eyes shoot to mine in shock. “I… Yes. Does that make me a
bad person?”
I shake my head. “No, sweetheart, it makes you human. Grief is
messy but no one wants to see their loved ones suffer. Loving
someone doesn’t mean you’re not relieved, even glad, to know that
they’re at peace.”
“I guess you’ve had to deal with that a lot in your line of work?”
“I’ve dealt with my fair share. It’s why I’m a firm believer in living
life to the full because you never know when your time is up.”
“I worked hard to keep a roof over our heads and food on the
table after Mom died. Our father left when Iris was a baby, never to
be seen again. He didn’t trust her and was constantly accusing her
of having affairs with men younger than him, men her own age. So
forgive me if I don’t want that for myself. I’d rather live my life alone
than end up broken and devastated like my mom.”
Chapter Six
Leilani