The Pleasure of the Dean (8 page)

Chapter
Eleven

Sophie and Cole needed to talk.
 
She sat in surgeon’s break room waiting
for him to finish up his last case, a tricky spinal fusion on a hiker who
fractured a vertebrae in a fall on Mount Pilchuck.
 
It was eerily quiet in the OR.
 
Due to union regulations, surgeries
weren’t scheduled at the US Surgery Pavilion past 5PM.
 
After hours trauma cases were diverted
to Oceanview Medical Center, which had the staffing to handle late night
emergencies.

She checked her email, absentmindedly
fidgeting with the hem of her short black t-shirt dress.
 
The hemline was higher than she usually
wore at work.
 
Sophie tried to convince
herself she wasn’t wearing it for Cole.
 
A day away from his all-consuming presence allowed doubts about their
relationship to creep in.
 
Sophie
was resolved. They had to stop seeing each other.
 
She couldn’t risk being kicked out of
her residency program - again.

The break room door swept open.
 
Sophie looked up, expecting Cole, but
Dr. Mapleton walked in instead.
 
He
looked disheveled.
 
Dr. Mapleton’s
wrinkled button down shirt and dark brown slacks looked slept in.
 
Sophie stood up, feeling awkward.
 
They hadn’t seen each other since her
near termination.

Bruce spent the afternoon celebrating his
impending victory over Cole.
 
First
he created online mock-ups of his future business cards, then he polished off
his flask of bourbon, and finally Bruce capped off his afternoon with a quick
nap on his office couch, to recharge.
 
When he woke up, Bruce poured himself a refill from the bottle of liquor
in his desk drawer and set off on an evening constitutional.
 
Bruce walked through the medical center,
his future domain, and imagined the changes he’d make to the decor once he
ascended to the position of Dean.

He walked into the surgeon’s waiting room,
intending to survey the existing furniture in order to determine if it should
be reupholstered or completely replaced.
 
As luck would have it, Sophie was in there.
 
Alone.

“Dr. Mapleton,” she said.
 
“How are you this evening?”

“Splendid Sophie,” he said.
 
Bruce gave her the once over, pausing to
leer at her bare legs.
 
It was a
shame
they were usually concealed by her scrubs
. “Just
lovely.
 
Can I offer you a
drink?”
 
Bruce pulled a flask out of
his pocket, and held it out to Sophie.
 
“Don’t let the humble container deter you, it’s single barrel straight
Kentucky bourbon whiskey.”

“No thank you Dr. Mapleton,” Sophie replied, nonplussed.
 
It was the first time he called her
anything other than “Dr. Benedict.”
 
Also, as she well knew, Dr. Mapleton was a stickler for the rules.
 
US policy stated doctors were not
allowed to drink on campus.
 
The
fact Dr. Mapleton was toting around a flask and appeared visibly inebriated was
shocking.

Bruce chuckled.
 
“I’m taking the night off,” he said with
a shrug, as if it explained his erratic behavior.
 
“Celebrating.”

“What are you celebrating, sir?”

“The downfall of a man and the ascension of a
king,” he said dramatically, taking a swig from his flask.
 
“By the way my dear, you look stunning
tonight.”

“Excuse me?” Sophie said.
 
She shook her head, as if to clear
it.
 
Sophie thought Dr. Mapleton
complimented her appearance.
 
She
must have misheard.

“I like this look on you,” Bruce continued,
gesturing to her outfit.
 
“It’s
sexy.
 
If only you wore dresses in
clinic instead of those shapeless scrubs.
 
It’d make working with you more pleasant.”

Sophie definitely hadn’t misheard him
earlier.
 
“Your comments are
inappropriate and bordering on sexual harassment, Dr. Mapleton,” she said
firmly, trying not to lose her cool.
 
“I understand there is bad blood between the two of us, but I’m hoping
we can maintain a professional working relationship.”

“Let’s not pretend, Sophie,” he replied,
walking towards her.
 
His temper
flared quickly, fueled not only by her words but also by his inebriation and
disdain for Cole.
 
“You and I both
know the only reason you’re still employed by this hospital and in my residency
program is because you’re fucking Cole Armstrong.
 
You are a naughty, naughty doctor and I
happen to be in need of a thorough exam.”

“Stop Dr. Mapleton!” Sophie yelled, throwing
out a hand to halt his progress towards her.
 
He was beginning to crowd her.
 
Dr. Mapleton’s stature landed his gaze
directly at her bustline, and he was staring at it lustily. Sophie scooted
backwards until she reached the wall, putting more space between the two of
them.

“You gave it up to Cole,” he snarled,
inexplicably angry Sophie wasn’t throwing herself at him like Bruce imagined
she threw herself at the Dean.
 
“I
want a taste too.
 
Don’t worry, I
won’t tell your boyfriend.”

“If you take another step, I’m going to
scream.
 
Cole will be here any
minute.”

“If you sucked my dick like you’re probably
sucking Cole’s,” he continued, not hearing her, “I’d feel better about the fact
he cock-blocked me.
 
You should be
out on the street.
 
Not in my
hospital, pretending you’re a doctor.”

“I am a doctor and a damn good one!
 
You need to treat me with respect.”

“Show me your cunt Sophie, and I’ll treat you
however you like,” Bruce said nastily.

“In your dreams, asshole!” Sophie replied,
dropping any attempt at politeness.
 
Her blood was boiling.
 
“Back
the hell up, now!”

Dr. Mapleton ignored her words and moved
closer to Sophie.
 
She tensed, ready
to strike.
 
If he dared touch her,
she was going to clock him.
 
Dr.
Mapleton wouldn’t know what hit him.

He was reaching for Sophie, a sneer on his
face, when Cole walked in.

Cole took in the scene quickly.
 
Sophie was backed up against the wall,
obviously upset, and Dr. Bruce Mapleton was reaching for her with a dirty grin
on his face.
 
Cole vaulted across
the room, and pulled Bruce away from Sophie.

“Keep your filthy hands off her, you little
troll!” Cole yelled.
 
He threw Bruce
across the room.
 
He hit a table and
crumpled to the ground.

Cole turned his attention to Sophie.
 
She was shaking with shock and
anger.
 
He pulled her into his
arms.
 
“Are you okay?” Cole asked
gently, running his hands up and down her back in a soothing motion.
 
If Bruce had touched Sophie, he was
going to kill him.

“Shaken, but fine,” she replied.
 
Sophie glanced over Cole’s shoulder to
Dr. Mapleton, who was still on the floor.
 
“You better check him.
 
He’s
out cold.”

Cole walked over to Bruce and gave him quick
exam.
 
“He’ll live.
 
I think he’s more drunk than injured,
the bastard.”
 
He walked back to
Sophie and took her in his arms again.
 
“What happened?
 
What was
Bruce saying to you?”

“He either knows or suspects we’re together,”
Sophie said with a weary sigh.
 
“Dr.
Mapleton was coming on to me.”

Sophie looked up at Cole with wide eyes, “We
can’t do this anymore.” she said forlornly to Cole.
 
“We...”

“Shhh...” Cole held up his finger to her lips
to silence her.
 
He continued softly
stroking her face.
 
“We’ll talk
about it later, Ok?
 
For tonight,
let’s just go home.”

Sophie nodded and allowed Cole to put his arm
around her and lead her out of the room.

“What about him?” she nodded her head towards
Dr. Mapleton, lying in an undignified heap on the floor, flask two feet away.

“He can stay on the floor with the rest of
the dirt.”
 

Chapter
Twelve

Cole drove Sophie to his house.
 
The ride back in the dark,
quiet streets of Seattle was
silent.
 
Sophie was absorbed in her
thoughts.
 
Everything was a mess.
Her residency.
 
Dr. Mapleton.
 
Her relationship with Cole.

She turned to look at his profile in the dark
interior of the Porsche.
 
The
dashboard lights illuminated his strong jaw and cheekbones.
 
“How can I walk away from him?”
 
Sophie wondered to herself.

“I can hear you thinking.”
 
Cole reached over the parking brake and
squeezed her knee.
 
“We will
talk.
 
But not tonight.
 
Tonight is just for us.”
 
He grabbed her hand and brought it to
his lips for a kiss on her open palm.

Sophie shivered.
 
Cole made her feel so beautiful.
 
She didn’t want to give him up, and
tonight Sophie would pretend she didn’t have to.
 
The outside world and all its pressures
would still be there in the morning.

Once they were inside the house, Cole grabbed
Sophie and pulled her close for a deep kiss, his mouth moving hungrily over
hers.
 
Sophie responded instantly,
taking in as much of him as she could.
 
His tongue delved deep into her mouth, laying claim, as his hands slid
down Sophie’s back to cup the curve of her ass.
 
Cole inserted a firm thigh between
Sophie’s legs and she ground herself into it, trying to relieve the building
pressure.

Cole broke the kiss and playfully slapped
Sophie’s backside.
 
“Why don’t you
head upstairs and run a bath?” he said huskily.
 
Cole nuzzled her neck, sending shivers
of awareness down Sophie’s spine.
 
“I’ll grab some refreshments and be right up.”

She smiled seductively at Cole and gave him a
lingering kiss.
 
“Don’t take too
long,” Sophie said before heading upstairs.

Sophie filled Cole’s whirlpool tub with
steamy hot water and turned on the jets.
 
As it filled, she
 
quickly
shed her clothing before sinking into its warm depths.
 
It felt amazing.
 
The muscles in Sophie’s shoulders
instantly relaxed and the tension of the day melted from her body.
 

A few minutes later, Cole appeared in the
doorway.
 
He was completely naked
except for a pair of hand knit socks with a skull and crossbones on the
cuff.
 
Sophie took one look at him,
and burst out laughing.

Cole raised an eyebrow at her and
smiled.
 
“What, you don’t find them
sexy?” he asked.

Sophie wiped the tears of laughter from her
eyes.
 
“I don’t think this is what
Ms. Briar had in mind when she knit those for you,” she replied.

“Oh, she didn’t imagine me doing this,” Cole
said, setting down the champagne bottle and flutes he held so he could perform
a seductive sock striptease.
 
He
hopped on one foot, pulled off a sock, and tossed it over his shoulder with a smoldering
look.
 
Sophie was beside herself
with laughter.

Cole finished his dance with a smile.
 
“Feeling better?” he asked.
 

“You seem to know how to lighten my mood,”
Sophie replied with a grin.
 
“Those
socks
are
adorable.”

Now that Sophie had calmed down, she was able
to fully appreciate the site before her.
 
Sophie let her eyes trail slowly over Cole’s muscular arms, chiseled
chest, and flat stomach to his cock.
 
Feeling her eyes on him made Cole fully erect, his large manhood jutting
out proudly, awaiting her touch.
 
Sophie licked her lips.
 
He
looked good enough to eat.

“Better watch it with that tongue of yours,”
Cole warned.
 
“A few more looks like
that and I won’t be able to take it slow.”

“Who said I wanted to go slow?” Sophie said,
standing up.
 
Water sluiced
down
her naked body, trailing down her breasts, her stomach,
and thighs.
 
Cole’s cock twitched
and his eyes grew black.
 
Sophie
held her hand out to him.

Cole took her hand and let Sophie draw him
towards her.
 
He stepped in the
bathtub.
 
Sophie
 
nudged him backwards until Cole was
sitting on the edge with only his calves and feet submerged in the warm
water.
 
She stood before him,
breasts level with his eyes.
 
Sophie
moaned when Cole reached out and ran his hands over her wet chest.
 
He kneaded her breasts slowly,
purposefully, before cupping them in his large palms.
 
Sophie leaned towards him, bringing a
painfully hard nipple near his mouth.
 
Cole licked it, tasting the water from the bath on her skin.
 

He switched his attention to her other
breast, repeating his slow ministrations.
 
Sophie’s breath quickened.
 
“Suck it,” she begged, desperate to feel the pull of his lips on her
nipple.
 
Cole obliged, drawing the
sharp point into his mouth.
 
She
cried out at the sensation.

When
Cole pulled back from her nipple, Sophie looked down at him.
 
His face was taut and flushed with
arousal.
 
His lips were swollen from
their kisses.
 
Sophie reached a hand
up to caress his cheek, before lowering herself down until she was kneeling in
the water.

Cole watched her with interest as she knelt
at his feet and began running her hands over the sculpted muscles of Cole’s
upper body.
 
Sophie planted a soft
kiss on the center of his chest, and then kissed lower, and lower, until her
lips were near his thick cock.

She grabbed his erection with one hand,
slowly feeling the hard length of it.
 
Cole hissed at the contact and thrust his hips.

“Kiss it,” he pleaded.

Sophie was only too happy to oblige.
 
She lowered her mouth and pressed a wet
kiss on the tip, looking him in the eyes all the while.
 
Then she opened her mouth and let the
head rest
on her lower lip, circling the tip with her
tongue.

Cole emitted a low throaty moan at the
physical and visual stimulation.

She pursed her lips and began sucking the head
of his cock, working it in and out of her mouth.
 
She moved her mouth further and further
down Cole’s staff, alternating her pressure, and sometimes letting it pop out
of her mouth, teasing him.

Sophie watched Cole as she played.
 
She loved having him, the Dean, at her
mercy.
 
Sophie felt the power like
an erotic rush.
 
She swallowed more
of his hot, hard length.
 
Feeling
the pulse of his flesh on the back of her tongue and the push of the tip on her
throat.
 
Sophie resisted the urge to
gag, instead concentrating on the silken skin of Cole’s cock, which made her
mouth glide up and down with ease.
 

Cole groaned and eagerly lifted his hips in
time with the strokes of her mouth.
 
“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”

In response, Sophie sucked harder, hollowing
out her cheeks.
 
She gripped the
base of his erection with one hand, pumping, and moved the other between her
own legs, where Sophie’s own desire was pooling.
 
She started stroking her wet folds.
 
Sophie moaned around his cock in
pleasure.

When Cole felt Sophie’s moan vibrate around
his cock, he gave into temptation and wound his fingers through her hair.
 
He held her in place gently as he pumped
into her mouth.
 
“God baby, you’re
going to make me come.”

Cole’s thrusts became harder, jerkier, as she
continued to work him with her hand and mouth.
 
He caught glimpses of her other hand
moving underneath the water, almost losing it when he saw Sophie push two
fingers inside her tight passage.
 
Cole started to breath heavily, and she felt the muscles of his ass
clench tightly.
 
Sophie’s own body
was pulsing, the ache between her legs getting stronger with each stroke of her
fingers.

Cole cried out as his orgasm hit him.
 
Sophie kept him in her mouth, milking him,
swallowing.
 
When she finally felt
him begin to soften, Sophie released him, panting heavily, and sat upright,
looking into his face.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes
shined bright.

“You are really something else.”
 
He said to her as he pulled her up
towards him and claimed a deep kiss.
 
“You’re going to pay for making me finish so fast.”
 
he warned.

Sophie couldn’t wait.

***

A short time later they were relaxing
comfortably in the bathtub, drinking champagne.
 
Sophie leaned back against Cole’s chest,
enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling her bare skin against his.
 
He caressed her gently with one hand
while Cole held his champagne flute in the other.

When it was empty, Cole set his aside his
glass and began caressing Sophie’s body intently, using both hands.
 
He ran his palms up her torso to
Sophie’s wet breasts, massaging them while lightly pinching her nipples.
 
Cole repeated his movements until her
breasts were swollen and the rosy tips were standing at full attention.

“I think we’re clean enough,” Cole said
huskily.
 
“Time to get out of this
tub and get dirty.”
 

Sophie stood up, smiling at Cole’s corny
sense of humor.
 
Before they were
intimate, she had no idea he was such a character.
 
At the hospital, he was serious and
authoritative.
 
At home, Cole was
playful and silly.
 
Still grinning,
Sophie climbed out of the tub and walked over to the towel cupboard.
 
She bent down to grab a towel,
 
knowing she was giving Cole an eyeful.

“If you are doing that on purpose, it’s working.”
he said in a low voice.

Sophie looked back at him over her shoulder.
“What if I am?”

Before she could react Cole rose from the
water, hopped out of the tub, and tossed her over his shoulder.
 
Sophie shrieked at the sudden
movement.
 
In response, Cole slapped
her naked, wet rear end, eliciting another girlish scream.

Cole walked into his bedroom and deposited
Sophie on top of his big bed.

“Cole, you’re crazy!
 
I’m soaking.
 
I’ll get the covers all wet!”
 
She started to laugh.

“I don’t care about the bedding,” Cole
replied, letting his gaze run up and down her nude body.
 
His cock rose and swelled.

Sophie took in the sight and smiled
seductively.
 
“Well, then I’m
cold.”
 
She opened her legs and gave
him the full view of her glistening sex.
 
Sophie held his eyes and let her hand wander down to it.
 
She began stroking herself as he
watched.
 
Cole’s expression turned
feral.
 
“How are you going to warm
me up?” she asked coyly.

Cole growled.
 
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever
seen,” he said, before kneeling down on the bed.
 
He ran his hands up her thighs, still
watching her ministrations.
 
“I’m
going to taste every inch of you until you beg me to stop.”