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  Treat Me, Doctor

  Sylvia Fox

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  One Year Later

  Also by Sylvia Fox

  Copyright © 2016 by Sylvia Fox

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  Chapter One

  I didn’t know how I’d managed to pull this one off, but I wasn’t about to tempt fate and ask. The hottest man on the planet—hell, the hottest man in the entire known universe—pulled his black Porsche right in front of me, rolled down the window, and gave me a long and lingering wink. Yeah, I know, I know. Winks aren’t long and lingering, are they? Well, you’ve never seen Liam Cox wink. This man was the pure definition of sex. Everything he did oozed masculinity, and he stared with such an intensity that time itself slowed as he raked that scorching gaze across your body….

  Okay, I was getting a little carried away. His gaze wasn’t raking across me, and it probably wasn’t scorching to anyone but me. But every time that man laid eyes on me, my body temperature shot up a thousand degrees.

  I’d always wanted this man. Who the hell wouldn’t?

  The only problem was…he was sixteen years older than me.

  Oh. And he was also my dad’s best friend.

  “Evening, Callie.” He slid out of his sleek car and joined me on the curb outside the bustling airport. Even though it was small and local, it was heaving with passengers and their families now that the holidays were only a couple of days away. My own family would be here if the snowstorm two hours north hadn’t delayed their drive down to the ski resort.

  “Hi, Mr. Cox,” I said in a breathy voice I barely even recognized as my own. I always tended to get like this around Liam. Dumbfounded and lightheaded, squeaking or whispering like some kind of Alternate Me had taken over my body.

  I mean, I wasn’t the kind of girl to squeak. Not usually.

  “Call me, Liam. Please.” He grabbed my suitcase and tossed it into the trunk of the car like it didn’t weigh fifty pounds. (It did. I’d packed a million different outfit options, my ski boots, and five or six hardcover books I hadn’t gotten around to reading at college.) And yet, he tossed it in the air like it was a feathery pillow.

  The kind of pillow he must have on his bed…

  “Liam,” I said with a small smile as I stood there awkwardly watching him slam the trunk. I’d never known how to act around him before, and I certainly didn’t know now. Even though I’d never told him how I felt, I was pretty sure one look at my face made it clear enough. I was truly, madly, deeply in love with this man, and every single one of my high school friends had guessed way back then. The only people in the world who seemed oblivious were my parents. And it was sure as hell going to stay that way.

  He moved over to the passenger side door and cracked it open, ushering me onto the cool leather seat. Liam had always been a gentleman, even though I swore he held a dangerous glint in his eyes. Deep down, he was a good guy, but there was more to the story than just that. He had an edge to him that he didn’t let most people see, and I’d been dying to know that side of him from the moment I’d first noticed it…which had been right around the time I’d hit puberty.

  But even though I was twenty-one now, I doubted I’d ever have the chance to find out. Not with Liam being my dad’s best friend and all. That kind of thing tended to slam the breaks on romantic notions for most people.

  Unfortunately for me, I was not most people.

  Instead, knowing he was off-limits made me crave him even more.

  When he slid into the driver’s seat and cranked the engine, I fought the urge to stare at him as he drove. The way he gripped the steering wheel made him seem raw with power. It was such a turn on that it immediately made me wet, and I’d only been in the car for five seconds.

  “Thanks for picking me up,” I finally managed to say.

  He flicked a grin at me, but kept his eyes on the road. “No problem, Callie. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on our yearly ski trip, now would we? I don’t know about you, but it’s one of the highlights of my year.”

  My heart thumped hard. Little did he know. I looked forward to this trip like it was some kind of lifeline. Every time I thought my head would explode because of an upcoming exam, I’d just imagine Liam’s gorgeous, rugged face, his sizzling dark eyes, his smile that could cut deeper than any knife…and all the stress and the worry would seem totally, one-hundred percent nonexistent. Because at the end of the year, I knew I’d see Liam again.

  It was just too bad he didn’t see me the way I saw him.

  “I look forward to it all year,” I said, shifting in my seat as my thighs began to squeeze tight. I wondered if he noticed how he made me squirm, just by being in the same car as me.

  “Rick and Lucy said they’d try to make it up tonight but no promises,” he said, the words sending chills across my skin. Rick and Lucy were my parents. And even though I loved them with all my heart, I couldn’t help but yearn for them to stay home, so I could have a night alone in a mountain ski cabin with Liam. It sent my pulse racing, got my lungs constricting, and made my eyes practically water from the intensity of it.

  The logical part of my brain told me nothing could or would ever happen.

  But the fantasy part of my brain took over where Liam was concerned.

  If we were alone in a romantic, sexy-as-hell setting, surely the thought might cross his mind…

  I’d just have to make sure I helped those kind of thoughts along.

  “That’s okay,” I said, attempting a sultry sound to my voice. Instead of coming out sexy though, I came across more like a cat in heat. “I’m sure we can entertain ourselves.”

  Liam raised his eyebrows and flicked his gaze my way. For a moment, I could have sworn I saw something there that I normally didn’t see. The scorching heat I usually fantasized about in my own mind. A lusty, suggestive tilt to his lips. His ass shifting on the leather seat, much like I had shifted on mine.

  But then it was gone just as quickly as it had come.

  That or I’d imagined the whole damn thing.

  “How’s school going?” he asked, dodging my words as if I hadn’t even said them. “I’m sure the boys there must be beating down your door.”

  Boys. I wrinkled my nose. That was the perfect way to describe them, after all. After crushing on Liam Cox for my entire adolescent years, the boys at college seemed so…lacking in comparison. So immature, so concerned about getting trashed and getting laid. They lacked substance. They lacked power. They cared more about their own orgasms than anything else.

  Not that I actually knew much about that. Sure, I’d fumbled around with one or two when I’d been talked into going to a few frat parties during sophomore year, but their awkward, eager fumbles had turned me off. Tease, I’d been called. Blue-baller, I’d heard more than once.

  Those boys didn’t like me very much. Wh
ich was totally fine with me because I didn’t care much for them in return.

  I imagined Liam Cox would be the total opposite of them. Fumbling? Hell no. Awkward? Forget about it. He’d be confident, sexy, powerful. Experienced. He’d care about my pleasure far more than he’d care about his own. Or at least that’s how I imagined him to be.

  Uh oh, I thought as I realized that I’d let my wandering thoughts get the better of me. I was in the car with Liam Cox and there I was imagining his strong and powerful hands all over me. And my body was reacting to those thoughts. My thighs were squeezed tight, my breath was shallow, my face had warmed considerably.

  And I was so wet. So wet I was worried I’d leave behind the evidence when I got out of the car. I was wearing a short skirt and tights and nothing else. And my tights were soaked through, dripping with my desire.

  The logical part of me hoped he wouldn’t notice.

  But the other, sex-craved part of me? Well, that part really hoped he would.

  Chapter Two

  An hour later, we pulled up in front of the familiar cabin. It was the exact same one we rented every year. Or rather, the cabin Liam and my parents rented. It had become as much a traditional part of the holidays as putting up a tree and watching cheesy Christmas films, starting back when I’d been ten and lasting even until now, despite the fact that I was fully grown and no longer living in my parent’s house.

  It was me, my mom, my dad, and Liam. No one else. And he’d never brought a woman in all these years.

  I liked to tell myself that it was because of me, as nonsensical as it sounded. Fantasies don’t have to be realistic though, am I right? But I heard my dad say one night that Liam had impossible standards and that no real woman could ever live up to what he wanted. And well, if that was the case, then I knew he’d never be into me.

  “Here we are.” Liam’s smile grew wide as we gazed up at the cabin. Truth was, calling it a cabin was doing it a massive disservice. It was more of a mansion in the shape of a cabin, and it sat right on the ski slopes. The window outside of the kitchen looked out on one of the black runs, and I liked to sit and watch the experienced skiers zoom past on their way down the mountain.

  Expensive? Yes. But Liam Cox was one of the best doctors in all of Vermont, and he had the salary to prove it.

  The two of us climbed out of the car and made our way inside. It smelled of winter and of Christmas, of burned firewood, of crisp air, and of mistletoe. I looked up above the doorway and saw it hanging there, bright red ribbon tied around it. The previous occupants must have left it behind. Or Santa stopped by, knowing exactly what I wished for this year.

  Liam paused and looked up, his arms full of ski gear. He saw it, too, and for a moment, electricity sparked between us. Would he kiss me? It wasn’t as if it would have to mean anything. It was a Christmas tradition, after all. We were standing underneath mistletoe, and only inches stood between us, and my parents were nowhere to be found.

  But then he stepped away, taking all his body heat with him.

  I thought about saying something, about calling him back.

  But that would just seem desperate.

  The phone on the wall began to ring, jerking me out of my fantasies. I dropped my suitcase on the floor and grabbed the phone, an old landline that only got used because cell phone service was so terrible on the mountain.

  “Hello?” I chirped, turning my back toward Liam so that he couldn’t see the redness of my cheeks. And the disappointment in my eyes that he hadn’t taken advantage of the mistletoe situation.

  “Oh, hi honey,” my dad’s smooth voice came over the line. “So glad you made it to the cabin okay. I’m assuming Liam had no trouble picking you up?”

  “None at all. He was waiting for me as soon as I got through baggage claim.” I twisted toward Liam, who gave me one of his long and lingering winks again, and my whole body turned to mush.

  “Good, good.” Dad cleared his throat, something he only did when he had bad news to share. “Listen honey, I’m so sorry about this, but we’re not going to be able to drive up tonight after all.”

  “Tell her the roads are piled high!” I heard my mom’s shout in the background. She’d always done that, for as long as I could remember. Anytime my dad got on the phone, she’d add to the conversation, shouting a sentence here and there like she was on the phone herself.

  “The roads are piled high with snow,” Dad said. “It’s been coming down hard for hours, and we won’t be able to shovel out until the salt trucks come by, which may not be until the morning at this point.”

  “Tell her there should be some red wine in the basement!” Mom yelled.

  “Lucy, I’ll tell her no such thing,” my dad said in response, acting as if I couldn’t hear every word they said. “She’s our daughter for goodness sake.”

  “She’s twenty-one now, Rick. She can damn well drink if she pleases. And being stuck there with Liam all by her poor self, she might need to.”

  “Callie, honey, don’t listen to your mother,” Dad said.

  “There’s some wine in the basement, Callie!”

  I couldn’t help but grin. My parents really were one-of-a-kind, and I missed them while I was away at college. But as much as I’d been looking forward to seeing them…one more night wouldn’t harm a thing. And one night with Liam…well, that was my Christmas wish come true.

  After I’d unpacked my suitcase in the upstairs corner bedroom, I wandered downstairs to see what Liam was up to, intent on making a beeline for that wine Mom had been talking about. What better way to lighten things up than with a little booze?

  Truth was, I wasn’t really much a drinker and never had been, despite my roommate’s repeated pressure to party hard while we were young and worry-free. But it had never appealed to me all that much, mostly because drinking often involved those boys who called me a tease.

  But tonight? Well, tonight was a different story. Relaxing with Liam with a glass of wine didn’t sound anything at all like a wild night at a toga party. It sounded…mature, refined, romantic.

  Sexy.

  And sexy was exactly what I was going for…hence my outfit. I’d donned my favorite bikini. Dark blue with white polka-dots. It was skimpy and barely clung to my large breasts. On top of it, I’d thrown a sheer robe that rested halfway up my thighs. I would have never worn it if my parents had been there, but I’d packed it just in case.

  To say the entire ensemble was suggestive would be putting it mildly.

  I found Liam on the couch. He had lit a fire while I’d been upstairs and was flicking through a magazine, his gaze dark and serious as he read the page. I cleared my throat and moved in front of him, and when he looked up, I caught his eyes widen.

  I worked hard to suppress my smirk of satisfaction.

  “I’ve been informed there’s a bottle of wine with our names on it.” I put my hand on my hip and tried to form a suggestive smile on my lips. “Care to join me?”

  Liam’s eyebrows hit the top of his head, and my body warmed at the sight. As many times as I’d dreamed of getting a reaction out of him, I’d never truly thought I could. Yet here he was, definitely dumbfounded by the way I looked and definitely looking a little flushed. His cheeks had way more color in them than they had two seconds ago.

  “I’ve never said no to a bottle of wine.” His answer caught me off guard.

  He actually wanted to spend the evening with me, drinking wine. I fought the urge to reach out and hold onto the mantle to keep myself steady. I needed to play it cool. I could do this. I could act like a normal human being. But I was certain the way my chest heaved told a different story.

  Liam dropped the magazine onto the coffee table and eased up from the couch. His eyes raked across my body. Yes, this time they actually did rake, slowly and suggestively, a darkness swirling in his pupils. “I take it you’re going for a dip in the hot tub.”

  The way he said the words dip and hot made me…well, it made me hot.

 
“That’s right.” I swallowed hard, watching him watch me. “I thought we might as well enjoy ourselves while we’re here…”

  He nodded. “That sounds like an entirely enjoyable way to spend our first night here together. I’ll go get the wine. Meet me in the hot tub.”

  Chapter Three

  There were a few different ways this could go. But there was only one way that my mind seemed to clasp onto, the way that ended up with me in Liam’s bed with his dick inside of me. I mean, I was only a straight woman with a pulse. How the hell was I supposed to think any differently? We were alone in this gorgeous cabin together. We were about to be in the hot tub together. Drinking wine. Gazing into each other’s eyes through steam-shrouded air.

  That alone sounded scandalous in itself, especially with Liam Cox of all people. My dad’s best friend and the man I’d wanted with every fiber of my being for basically all of my life. At least for all of my life that I’d understood what wanting someone meant.

  Surely he must have known how this might come across to me. We’d certainly never hung out in the hot tub together before. It just wasn’t something we did, not with my parents around.

  I shivered, even though my whole body was surrounded by the heat of the water. Steam rose into the cool night air, and the stars twinkled in the clear, dark sky. At this time of night, no one was skiing by on the slopes, so it truly was just me alone…waiting for the sexiest man alive.

  He appeared only moments later, wearing nothing but snug swim trunks. They clung to him just enough to show the bulge of his cock. I couldn’t help but stare. He was big. Bigger than I’d expected. So big I squirmed in the bubbling water. Liam smiled and held up two wine glasses, the bottle already open in his other hand.

  I smiled back, heart lifting at the sight of him before me.

  It felt like a date.