Chapter 5

On the bright side, I am not addicted to cocaine.

-Coffee Cup

Nola

“Oh, my God.” My sister couldn’t stop laughing.

“Shut up!” I hissed. “I can’t help it!”

She was wheezing so hard that she was crying and having a hard time talking.

“I just…” She wiped her eyes. “You grabbed his candy cane?”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Just shut up!” I repeated.

“And then, after he kisses you, you get called out for an emergency C-section.” She shook her head. “Then, to make matters worse, despite ordering way too much shit that you didn’t need—the kids thank you for their presents, by the way—you don’t see him again?”

I frowned hard.

“I seriously can’t keep buying anything. I already maxed out my credit card. And I don’t get paid for another week,” I grumbled. “Good news is, this new job is working out great.”

My sister sighed. “You could always go back to the CrossFit gym. Sign up. Hopefully see him again.”

I felt my face flush. “I, ah, actually did that. I signed up to start with the New Year.”

My sister started laughing again. “I can’t believe you did that. You’re practically allergic to exercise. Do you even own any other workout gear other than what you wore to the Christmas thing?”

I shook my head. “Actually, no. That’s why I signed up to start next year. That way I can go get some with my next paycheck.”

She was about to say something more, but my phone started to vibrate in my hand.

I switched over to the texts and grimaced. “I gotta go. One of my patients is in the ER.”

“Merry Christmas, sister,” she called just before I hung up. “Love you!”

“Love you, too!” I pressed the red ‘end call’ button and started practically sprinting toward the stairs.

By the time I arrived in the ER, I was out of breath, my pulse was through the roof, and my stomach was gnawing itself, thanks to my lunch being left in the microwave in the doctor’s lounge.

I followed the screaming—there was nothing quite like a woman screaming in pain from childbirth—and arrived in the room moments later.

That’s when I saw the smallest girl I’d ever seen on a gurney screeching at the top of her lungs with none other than my Doctor Hottie between her legs.

I shouldered up next to him as I washed my hands then slipped on some gloves.

“What’s going on?” I asked quickly.

“She’s having a baby,” a bitchy nurse replied.

I gave her a droll look.

“I realize that,” I said just as bitchily. “I mean, how close are we to having a baby.”

“We’re not,” came Soren’s reply. “She’s too small, and the baby is way too big. I’ve delivered a few babies in my time, but I don’t think this one is coming out the natural way.”

I saw what he meant moments later.

The girl was really that small.

And the head that was trying to come out was really that big.

“Baby measured large,” I admitted. “What’s the baby’s heart rate at?”

For the next twenty minutes, Soren and I worked together as we delivered the woman’s baby.

And when that baby finally did come out, it wasn’t just the people in the room that were surprised, it was everyone in the entire damn hospital.

The baby, which the mother named Noel Soren Christopherson, weighed in at a healthy eleven pounds fourteen ounces and was twenty-three inches long. Noel, who was born at 11:59 pm on Christmas Eve, was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen.

After transporting mom and baby up to the postpartum unit, I went to the doctor’s lounge to clean up.

And by clean up, I meant totally and completely change my clothes, seeing as I had blood, shit and other things that I tried not to examine too closely.

It was as I was stepping into the doctor’s lounge in only a towel—I’d forgotten to take a change of clothes into the bathroom with me—that I realized that I wasn’t alone in there.

Because Soren was standing there with a basket of fruit in one hand, a banana in the other, and staring at me like I was a present just for him.

“Umm.” I hesitated as I looked at him. “You do realize that this is the women’s lounge, right?”

His teeth bit through the banana as he slowly nodded.

I’d never seen a man with a phallic object in his mouth look sexy before, but there was Soren, killing it.

“I was looking for you,” he admitted. “I was informed that you were in here, but when we came in here, they couldn’t find you, so they told me to stay and that they would go looking for you. Only, none of us thought to check the bathroom for you. Then I saw this fruit basket and thought I’d grab something to eat while I waited since I hadn’t eaten in a whole hour and a half…”

I started laughing then. “A whole hour and a half?”

He shrugged, his eyes once again trailing down to where my boobs were smooshed together, creating the illusion of cleavage.

“I get hungry. Doing CrossFit literally makes me starving twenty-three out of every twenty-four hours. It’s a constant battle.” He paused. “I, uh, hope you’ll come back.”

I smiled then and walked toward him, which was actually more toward my clothes than him, but his eyes dilated anyway.

“It’ll make you happy to know that I signed up for a three-month stint following the new year.” I paused. “If you can do it as a doctor, then so can I.”

His eyes sparkled.

“I just have to get some clothes first,” I admitted. “I have them in my cart, ready to go, I just have to be paid. Money being required to buy stuff is so stupid sometimes.”

His chuckle felt like he’d dragged a kiss all the way down the length of my spine. God, he was sexy. He just had no idea how much.

I moved around him then, bending over in front of my open locker to grab the bag off the bottom shelf.

That was when I felt my face heat because the towel that was wrapped around me was short, and I’d definitely felt some cool air on parts of my anatomy that I shouldn’t be showing him just yet.

Then again, I did have my hand on his very hard cock not too long ago…

Face burning, I turned around to see him eating his banana, still turned away.

Only, as I turned around to head back to the bathroom, the tips of his ears were red.

I don’t know what came over me.

Call it my lack of sleep over the last few days as I replayed that kiss—and the length of his cock in my hand—over and over again during my waking and sleeping hours. Whatever the cause of my naughtiness, I couldn’t help myself from leaving a crack in the door as I changed.

Just as I bent over to pull up my panties, there was a soft curse, then the sound of the fruit basket hitting the table right outside the door.

Then the door was pushed open, and there he was.

“We have to be fast,” he said. “I have about twenty minutes left in my break. You have a baby about to be delivered—I heard one of the nurses who said she’d look for you say that—and I’ve been dreaming of your body for days.”

I don’t know what made me do it.

Maybe it was the need I saw in his eyes.

Maybe it was the need I felt inside of me.

Maybe it was just because I’d wanted him for months and I hadn’t been able to have him.

Whatever the case, I didn’t even hesitate.

Like, zero hesitation came from me as I all but tripped over my underwear in my haste to get at him.

Things went fast after that.

Words were said. Need was felt. Demands were made.

And all of a sudden, I just knew that this would go down as one of my most memorable Christmases ever.

Why?

Because sweet, baby Santa, Soren had one hell of a penis, and man, did he know how to use it.

He was wide. Long. And he knew what he was doing with it.

Those were three very lethal combinations that ended up showing me the best orgasm of my life ten minutes later.

Five minutes after that, cleaned up and dressed all over again, I had to go back to work.

But I did it with a smile.

And when I found him waiting on me two hours later after my shift ended, I didn’t even hesitate in going home with him.

“I know this is early,” he said as he held out his hand for me to take. “But I was wondering if you’d come home with me and spend Christmas Day with my family and me. Mainly me. You can ignore my family. Just say yes.”

I grinned. “Of course, yes, yes, yes.”