Falling in love has physical effects on our anatomy. A churning in your tummy or a heart that feels like it’s going to pound right out of your chest. The feeling of your body betraying you when you want to seem cool, calm and collected in front of the one person who drives your body into a frenzy. Anatomy of Love promises a steamy love story about the adventures of the heart, fiercely passionate and consuming, you won’t want the story to come to an end.
Will stops at the fancy gourmet coffee shop just outside the hospital and gets himself and Sloan a beverage. He’d much prefer the famous chain with the pink and brown awning a few doors down but he’s trying to impress the girl not show her what an average Joe he is. And anyway, if he’s being honest, what he’d really prefer is breakfast in bed with the sassy nurse who has stormed into his life and rocked his world. Maybe tomorrow. He enters the hospital, coffees in hand, and heads to his office. If he’s lucky, today won’t include surgery, just a new patient and a few follow up visits with his current ones before he can call it an early day. He needs to prepare himself to meet this Johnny kid who is hell bent on deflowering his innocent daughter. Little prick. Yeah, he’ll also need to figure out a way not to call him that in front of Scarlett. Not. Going. To. Be. Easy. Sloan is sitting at his desk when he walks into the office. “Miss Hale, don’t you look comfy?” Sloan laughs then winces. “Headache?” “Little bit. Shhh, Willis, you’re shouting.” Will laughs at the name she insists on calling him then sticks out his hand to her and offers her a coffee. “For me? How romantic.” Will smiles. “I prefer Dunkin but I wasn’t sure what you like.” “I’m with you on that but thanks. Today, anything will help. I hope.” “I’d prefer to take you to breakfast in the cafeteria.” “Be still my heart, Wills, the cafeteria? How so very romantic” she laughs after using yet another silly name for him. Amazing, but they’re all growing on him and fast. “Actually, when I was getting the coffees, I was thinking the best option would be breakfast in bed. With you naked.” Sloan laughs. “We’ve been through this, Dr. Anderson. I work for you. It’s not happening again.” “Oh, we’re back to Dr. now, huh? And you keep saying that, Miss Hale, but it keeps happening.”
She pushes him, her two hands on his hard-pectoral muscles, and he finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed. “Now, be a good boy and no touching unless you’re given permission.” “Bossy” he says, his voice rough with desire and his hands already touching her. She laughs as she snuggles her body in between his legs, forcing his open wide. His hands instinctively go to her hips and pull her in closer. “No, no, no. Don’t touch, bad boy” she scolds. Will smiles and shakes his head then places his hands behind it like he had at the club. Sloan unbuttons the top three buttons of her shirt revealing her ample cleavage then her hands cup her breasts and raise them an inch from his mouth. Her thumbs swipe over her nipples and she groans. “Slo…” he begins to moan her name but his plea is swallowed up by her mouth. Her lips descend to his and open. His hands fly to her, one going into her hair, the other cups her neck tenderly. He opens his mouth for her to gain entry and her tongue swirls around his. His dick twitches in his pants between them and he feels her muscles tense. Knowing Sloan must also feel her pussy clench for him is driving him out of his mind insane. Then as quickly as she kissed him, she pulls back. “Hands” she warns. Will laughs. “You’ve got to be fucking joking. I need to touch you. Please,” he begs. “Not yet. My turn. Remember, Ladies first.” “I thought you had something else in mind.” Sloan straddles his lap, the heat from her core radiating against his hardened dick then she leans back slightly, placing her hands on his knees. Will feels as if he might explode at any second but he can’t take his eyes off her. They travel up and down her body but don’t know where to stay. Every inch of her is beautiful. Her full breasts only an inch from his lips, her tight belly that he can see fluttering under her shirt. Her thighs, gripping him tight. Christ, maybe his luck has changed for the better because in this moment, he’s the luckiest bastard in the world. She extends her legs, one at a time, until her ankles are resting on one of his shoulders and his hands are cupping her ass. “Fuck,” he sighs as his head falls back and his breathing accelerates. “Sloan, that feels so fucking good but I…” “Shhh, it’s fine,” she says. “We have all night. Let me do this.” Will nods knowing that once she starts to grind against him, he’ll pop one off in his pants for sure. Jesus, and they both still have all their clothes on. Sloan starts to pump her ass back and forth at a speed that makes them both moan aloud. She rides him like that until her legs begin to tremble then she lowers her legs back to the ground and he sighs with relief. That is until she takes her shirt off then unhooks her bra to expose her luscious breasts to him. She grabs his hands and cups her breasts with them. His thumbs brush against her nipples before he lowers his head to catch one in his mouth. “Oh my God,” she moans. “Use your teeth. Lightly,” she requests and Will obliges with a moan of delight. “Yes!” “Sloan” he sighs before he captures her mouth in another heated kiss. His tongue swipes over her top lip before his teeth graze then bite the lower one. That’s all the encouragement she needs to begin to work him over again. Sloan begins to move her hips then her whole body as if he’s inside her and she’s reaching for her climax. Her hot, wet core rubs against his erection, he feels the heat and moisture through their clothes. Fuck, she must be soaked. He can’t wait to feel her, slick and hot for him. But he’s too close now to hold back so he knows that must wait for round two. He breaks their kiss just long enough to warn her of his impending orgasm. “Sloan, baby, you’re about to make me come. Let me take off…” She seals her lips over his again and rubs her pussy back and forth against his aching cock as she moans in his mouth. “Fuckkkk,” he groans as he spurts his release, his hands gripping her ass, his lips crashing back onto hers. Sloan lets him ride his climax out, rubbing back and forth slowly until he stills and breaks their kiss, his mouth going to her neck. “I came in my pants like a teenager” he laughs. “You have no idea how hot that sounds,” she breathes. “Well, not the teenager part but…”
Caine sighs and watches the movie reel of his life play out in his mind. So many different, nameless faces of girls pass before him. One prettier than the next but none of them capable of holding a candle to the girl who is patiently waiting for him to tell her what a dick he was. He barely remembers the first few girls from back in high school. A perky little gymnast who he’d known since Kindergarten, a church choir girl whose vocal cords were good for much more than singing, the track star who made him come as fast as she ran. And the list went on. Then there was college. Those years had been a blur of tits, ass, and pussy. He couldn’t name one of them if his life depended on it. Medical school was stressful, but by those years, he and Jessie had started sharing their women so maybe Jessie would be able to name a few. Yeah, that thought brought him to tears. Tears of laughter. Jessie Holt was more of a dog than he was. He and Jessie plowed through women at record speed to hold the anxiety beast at bay. Most of them were med students too, looking for a quick release and a good time. Caine and Jessie had brought them both and then some. After med school, Jessie found and became a full fledge member in the BDSM community. Caine had gone along for the ride on most occasions but as a vetted friend of Jessie’s, the respected Dom. Caine had no interest in becoming one himself. By the time his mind catches up to the present, Katherine is smiling at him. “What?” he asks. “You’re frowning. You’re thinking about how to tell me something and not scare me off.” “You’re too smart for my own good,” he says. “You’re right. But the frowning is also because, thinking back on shit, I kind of make myself sick.” “I know the feeling, but I showed you mine so…” “Oh, Kitten, I can’t wait to see yours” Caine sends his eyebrows up and plants a sexy smirk on his face. “But you’re right. It’s only fair.”
Dr. Caine Cabrera is a master in his field. He fell into urology on accident but has never looked back. His best friends are physicians too, Will a neurosurgeon and Jessie a “pussy doctor”. Jessie Holt is actually a brilliant gynecologist and fertility specialist but calling Jessie “the pussy doctor” is his and Will’s favorite past time… And so was a day in the life of Caine Cabrera. Ordinary and mundane. It was his nights where things usually got a little crazy. Caine liked women. Many women. A different woman each night and he liked it a little dirty, too. For most of his adult life, he and Jessie had taken their women together. Bringing them to the height of pleasure before taking their own then doing it all over again until the sun rose and they left the girl with a kiss and a wave good-bye. Yes, life for Dr. Caine Cabrera was good. But lately he’d been feeling off. Something wasn’t clicking anymore. Jessie had been off too, rarely up for a ménage and Caine couldn’t seem to satisfy himself no matter how many women he fucked. He was starting to believe Jessie was right when he said, “Pussy is pussy, it’s all the same.”
“Mrs. Robinson,” I call. “I’m just going to head into the yard and start with the chemicals. Just wanted to warn you not to plan on…” My mouth drops at the vision in front of me. Mrs. Robinson stands in the doorway with nothing on, a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face. Her breasts aren’t huge but not small either, her nipples a perfect shade of pink. I watch as they pebble into hard buds under my stare and instantly my cock grows painfully hard. My eyes drift down her toned belly and land on her shaved pussy. Fuck, that’s a pretty sight. One I’ve only seen in print or in porn. “I have the house to myself all week, Jessie,” she says snapping my gaze momentarily back up to her face. “I have no plans on going anywhere near the pool” she says as she extends a hand to me saying, “Shhh, no one has to know. It’ll be our little secret. I’ve seen the way you’ve watched me every day, the bulge in your pants,” she nods at my erection straining to escape my swim trunks. “That sly, innocent schoolboy smile on your face that I don’t believe for a minute. Come up stairs with me, let me wipe that innocence off your face. The pool won’t turn green in a few hours.”
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