Craved By My Ex's Brother: A Taboo Affair

A Dangerous Attraction

She didn’t wait for a response, already turning on her heel and striding down the hall toward her office, each step echoing with an authority that sent chills through the room.

Vivian swallowed hard, feeling the weight of every gaze on her as she stood there, frozen.

Her friend Rita, who had been trying to reach her all morning, gave her a sympathetic but knowing look as their eyes met. “Told you so,” Rita’s expression seemed to say, her brow raised slightly in a silent, rueful warning.

Vivian forced herself to exhale, steadying her nerves, but she knew the reality of the situation—she was in trouble, and there was no getting out of this one. Bracing herself, she adjusted her coat and went to the office.

When they reached the office, the Chief held the door open just long enough for Vivian to slip inside before closing it with a soft but firm click.

Vivian stood there, feeling exposed under the harsh, fluorescent lights, as the Chief moved around to sit behind her desk, her steely gaze never leaving Vivian’s face.

"Dr. Carter," she began, her tone calmer but no less intimidating. "I don’t need to tell you how much we value punctuality and professionalism here. This isn’t college anymore. You are responsible for lives, and each of those patients deserves a doctor they can depend on."

Vivian nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I understand, Chief. I truly do. I had every intention of being on time, but... life got a bit out of hand this morning."

"Life?" The Chief raised an eyebrow, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Dr. Carter, do you think life will pause for you when you’re on call at three in the morning, and a critical patient comes in?"

Vivian’s face flushed as she shook her head, her eyes were looking down at the floor as she played with her fingers in nervousness and guilt feeling a pang of shame as she realized the gravity of her error. She knew she was supposed to come early to the hospitals but she choose her s****l desire over work. But damn, it was amazing! She clenched her thighs feeling her p***y becoming wet.

"No, Chief. I know it won’t. I made a mistake, and I’m sorry." She managed to talk, trying her best to forget her aching and dripping p***y screaming for it to be touched by the man from the one night stand.

The Chief sighed, leaning back in her chair as her eyes softened slightly, just enough for Vivian to catch a glimpse of something that felt almost like understanding.

"Listen, Vivian," she said quietly, her voice losing a bit of its edge. "I see potential in you, which is why I’m harder on you than the others. You’re smart, capable, and you have the chance to become an extraordinary doctor. Don’t let distractions sidetrack you."

Vivian nodded again, feeling the sting of the Chief’s words settle somewhere deep inside her. She straightened, trying to exude a confidence she wasn’t entirely sure she felt.

"I won’t let you down, Chief. I’ll prove to you that I’m serious about this. I promise I would never let you down. I really want this chief. I wanna be the best doctor out there. "

The Chief regarded her in silence for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she nodded, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "See what you do.

Now, get back out there and do your job, Dr. Carter. But remember," she added, her tone once again firm, "one more slip-up, and I’ll have no choice but to re-evaluate your place here."

Vivian nodded, murmuring a quick "Thank you, Chief," before turning to leave, her heart pounding as she slipped out of the office and back into the bustling hallway.

As she made her way to her assigned rounds, Vivian’s mind was still spinning from the confrontation. But deep down, amidst the lingering embarrassment, she was f*****g horny. She needed to get this feeling away as soon as possible.

*****

Christopher Cooper. Just hearing his name was enough to make any woman’s heart race. Not only that. His name made their p***y f*****g wet. They drip for him.

When they can't get enough of him, they use dildos but it wasn't the same. A dildo can never satisfy them. It was impossible. Ivan Copper, a walking s*x temptation, they would say.

At just thirty five he was a sight to behold, a walking embodiment of raw masculinity that seemed to defy the passage of time. His body was a testament to years of hard living, muscles rippling under taut skin, a torso that could ignite fantasies.

He was a man who knew his power, and he wielded it with confidence. From his muscles down to his torso was heavenly. And his c**k. f**k, this man has a c**k that was so freaking huge. The kind of c**k that would leave a woman sore for days.

As soon as Vivian left the room, the silence felt deafening. Christopher found himself pacing, completely naked, his hands on his c**k, his mind racing with thoughts of her—the young woman who had turned his world upside down in a single night.

“f**k!” he muttered under his breath, his hand instinctively wrapping around his c**k as the memories surged through him like wildfire. What was it about her? What was it about her f*****g p***y! Was it because she was f*****g tight?

He’d been with women. Lots of women but never a minor. Not someone of her age. She was too young, like she was his little sisters age. But for him but this one, this girl, felt different. There was something about her that both thrilled and terrified him. Was it her body? Or the way she calls him daddy? f**k! The way she moaned can make a man c*m instantly.

“She could be my little sister,” he grunted, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. He was spiraling, consumed by a desire that felt both forbidden and exhilarating and yes he wanted it. They say the forbidden fruits are the sweetest. But damn he was gone. Nah, this lady has messed up with his head real good.

Sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed, he glanced to the side and his heart raced again as he spotted the lacy underwear she’d left behind. It lay there like a trophy, a stark reminder of the night they had shared.

“f**k,” he breathed again, picking it up, his fingers grazing over the delicate fabric. It was beautiful and exquisite, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to fantasize about what it would be like to have her again.

He held the lace close to his face, the scent of her wetness still lingering in the fabric. A rush of heat coursed through him, stirring the beast within. But then the voice of reason kicked in. “No, Christopher, stop it,” he chided himself, anger and desperation flooding his thoughts. “You can’t let this go any further. She’s just a kid.”

His grip tightened around the lace, torn between desire and morality.

“Don’t you dare put that up to your nose,” his subconscious warned, an internal battle raging inside him. But the pulse of lust was relentless, and with every passing second, he found it harder to resist the allure of her, the thrill of the chase.

With his legs spread wide, he felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet completely alive. He was a man caught in a web of his own making, teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something that could shatter the delicate balance of his life. Christopher Cooper was a man who could have anything, yet here he was, fixated on a single night that had left him longing for more, more than he could ever have.

He tried to fight the thoughts in his head, but not today, he surrendered to the desire. He brought the kave panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.“f**k it feels like she's here”

His hands found their way to his c**k stroking it while he continued to breathe in her scent, his pace quickened.

“f**k! Yes baby just like that! Stroke daddy's d**k! f**k I want you do bad!” He pictured her kneeling down in front of him, taking his c**k fully in her mouth, her eyes looking up to him with desire in it and a seductive smile..

As he was about to come undone, his body tight with anticipation, the piercing ring of his phone shattered the moment. He groaned, frustrated, his hand pausing as the sound dragged him back to reality.

The phone kept ringing, relentless and demanding, each ring grating on his nerves. He tried to ignore it, hoping the call would go to voicemail and he could finally lose himself again. But the distraction was too strong, breaking his focus beyond repair.

With a growl of irritation, he let out a defeated sigh, adjusting his clothes as he slipped himself back into his pants. His pulse still raced, but the thrill had dissipated, replaced by the growing frustration at whoever had decided this was the right time to call. He snatched the phone, glancing down at the screen to see Clinton's name flashing.

“Clinton, man," he barked into the phone, "this better be good. You interrupted something… important.”

There was a slight hesitation on the other end before Clinton finally spoke, his voice carrying a hint of apology mixed with urgency. “Sorry to bother you, man, but it’s Abigail is in the office and she's breaking everything here saying she wants to see you… Please be fast I can't hold this b***h for long”

Christopher's jaw tightened, a frustrated sigh escaping him. “Damn it,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. He could already picture the scene Abigail had made. Why can't she just leave him alone. She f*****g cheated on him with her boss she claimed was gay. Then why was she coming back to his life.

“Alright man. I'm coming! Make sure you hold her so she won't break any more thing. Cause I swear to God when I come to the office. I'd destroy that b***h!.” With that, Christopher hung up, his mind shifting from his own needs to the task ahead. Slipping his phone into his pocket, he left the thrill of his urge as his mind was now occupied with his wife's misbehaviour.