Daphne Michaels has always been painfully shy. She’s never asked a guy on a date. But now she can’t get the idea of seducing Dr. Charlie Heller out of her mind.
The fantasies start when she overhears him telling a coworker at the Lucky Springs Coffee Shop where she’s a barista that he’s moving his practice to another town.
She’s been watching the good doctor for months, but the sudden news of his departure brings a new urgency to her erotic desires. When she schedules an appointment, it’s not his professional opinion she’s seeking.
Daphne Michaels ducked down behind the counter and ran hunched over to the Lucky Springs Coffee Shop’s small kitchen. She ran a hand over her face, and her fingers through her hair, gathering it into a fresh ponytail.
“You’re ridiculous. He almost saw you that time,” her coworker Marie huffed as she swept past to get Dr. Charlie Heller his coffee.
Mortifying. Simply mortifying. Daphne’s cheeks flamed. Was she a grown woman, or what?
Not when it came to Dr. Heller. God that man was far too good looking to have sat through years of boring medical school. That permanent five o’clock shadow made her want to reach out and stroke him. And then keep stroking him. He was obviously brilliant, but always bordering on disheveled, as though he couldn’t be bothered with trivial aspirations like keeping his hair combed. It was damn adorable.
She wasn’t usually like this. It was just that her shyness was practically debilitating, especially around men she…well, men she wanted to bone. And Dr. Heller was a fine specimen whose proximity had proven too much for Daphne time and time again.
Daphne noticed Marie was taking longer than normal, and tuned in to the conversation she was having with the friendly neighborhood doctor.
“…So I’ll be moved by the end of the month. Taking a partnership in a practice in Castle Rock.”
Daphne’s stomach dropped. He was moving? No more hot Dr. Heller making her hide in the kitchen?
Once he left, Marie hopped up and sat on the counter, swinging her feet and acting all of her nineteen years.
“When are you going to get over yourself and make your move?” Marie asked, checking out her nails as Daphne came up beside her, still staring at the back of Dr. Heller’s head. “It’s been a while since Todd–”
Daphne shot Marie a dark glare. They might be buddies, but her abusive ex was not a topic she was interested in discussing at work, even if it had been months ago and even if the coffee shop was empty, as it was now.
She looked back at Dr. Heller in time to catch him running across the three-lane street. She dropped her gaze to peruse his firm ass and realized her fingers were clenched on the counter. “What was he saying?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. He sold his practice.” She waved helpfully across the street to the little brick building that housed a psychiatrist’s office and the family practice of the man who haunted her fantasies. “He’s moving.”
Somehow, knowing she was on borrowed time with Dr. Heller accentuated Daphne’s desire. She couldn’t stop thinking about him.
When Daphne got home from work she kicked off her shoes into her small closet, and stopped by the kitchen to reheat some leftover lasagna. She poured a glass of red wine, her cheeks flushing at the fantasies of Dr. Heller that ran, seemingly in an endless loop, through her mind. There was something too kinky about the fact that his name in her mind was Dr. Heller.
Daphne cupped herself through her jeans. Her panties were already wet from the fantasies she’d been putting off while she was at work all day. This was getting ridiculous. She needed a fuck something serious.
That thought was all her mind needed to kick into overdrive. In her mind’s eye she saw Dr. Heller smile, that five o’clock shadow rough on his boyish face, as she went to her knees in front of him and took his cock from his pants. She imagined herself stroking it, the hot, soft skin growing slick as she took the head in her mouth, and then more of him.
Daphne took off her jeans and lay down on the couch, running her hand over her stomach and in between her legs. She moved aside her soaked panties and ran a finger around the lips of her pussy, getting it nice and wet.
The cock she dreamt of stretched her mouth wide. She imagined Dr. Heller’s fingers in her hair, pressing her forward to take more of his cock, moaning her name.
Daphne’s fingers pressed a firm rhythm against her clit, and in no time she cried out as her body clenched and then released in a mind-blowing orgasm that had been building all day. Wave after wave carried her off into a sea of pleasure, no less awesome for the fact it was self-induced.
If only she had a chance with the real thing. She had no doubt he’d be even better than the wildest fantasies her imagination could come up with. But she’d never know.
Unless she did something radical.
Right away, Daphne squashed that thought. She wasn’t the radical type.
But what did she have to lose?