Hot as Hell: Studs in Scrubs, #1

By Rhonda Lee Carver

Maturity, career and responsibility have kept her tame for too long. Her vanilla cage is about to explode…

Sucking a lollipop straight into his life, Sam Saxour realizes candy isn't the only thing the sexy brunette can work her way around. He can't seem to get enough of the mysterious beauty. She writes erotic poetry with her ice-blue eyes and bad-girl moves, and has him as hot as hell.

 

Turning forty, Mayor Cassie Yearwood is feeling bummed. She has everything she's ever dreamed about. A career. A family. And standing on her own two feet. Yet, she's missing the one thing she craves. Someone who can unlock a part of her lost under layers of responsibility…and a nasty divorce. Treating herself to a week in paradise, she finds unexpected pleasure with a stud in scrubs. Who said life ended at forty? Cassie's was just beginning…

Believing she could leave her sexcapade behind and go back to her average life in small-town-ville, she's in for a shock when a dangerous doctor strolls into her town and blasts her safe life into oblivion. Her stud will set her vanilla existence, and body, on fire and she's more than willing to provide the match.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rhonda Lee Carver
• Release date: Jun 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9798224937462

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RHONDA LEE CARVER

HOT AS HELL

Book 1, Studs in Scrubs

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2017 Rhonda Lee Carver

Copyright 2017 Rhonda Lee Carver

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To read more books by Rhonda Lee Carver check out the list of her books at the end of this book.

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To love. May we never feel too old to live out a fantasy...

Table of Contents

Front Matter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Back Matter

Bonus – Cowboys Forgive (Chapter One)

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orry to bother you doctor, but I have a serious problem."

And what’s the problem, Miss? Sam Saxour looked at the beautiful brunette with bright blue eyes who was relishing a lollipop. She was leaning against the doorjamb, one foot propped against the frame.

I have a little fever. She pulled the lolli from her plush lips with a smacking sound and fanned her face dramatically.

His body tingled and the hairs on his neck shot up, just like another part of him.

Come, have a seat. Sam patted the end of the bed, still untidy from last night. He skimmed his gaze down her red tank top and black yoga pants to her slender ankles where the remnants of finger bruises were evident on her pale skin. How are the ankles? Guilt slithered through him.

Amazingly sore, like the rest of me. She flushed.

She must have just come from her beach class because her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and the damp top clung to her ample breasts. Her hard nipples pressing against the fabric made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. He barely kept his tongue from falling out of his mouth as he took in her hour-glass hips down to her legs that went on for miles as she sashayed her way to the bed. He had a feeling she put an extra dose of sexy in each step.

"Right here, doc?’ She pointed at the end of the bed, smiling.

Yes, there.

Looks like someone forgot to make his bed.

I dragged myself out just before you showed up. I was..., he grinned. kept up most of the night. Literally.

Lolita, as the pretty brunette called herself, sat down and slightly parted her knees. He quite envied the seam of her pants. She rolled her tongue around the ball of the sucker, then popped it back into her mouth only to remove it again. Damn. He’d never enjoyed watching a woman suck candy more. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he couldn’t blame it on the Florida heat, although he could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Hell, he could fry an egg on Lolita’s hot ass.

Yoga was great this morning. All the stretches and moves smoothed out the kinks, she said in a soft, sensual tone.

Sam knew exactly how athletic she was because he’d had the pleasure of examining her closely over the last week, every stunning curve and dip. Her five-foot-five, luscious body had him in knots. He opened his black, medical bag, took out the stethoscope and went to her, kneeling on one knee. I’ll listen. He pressed the chest piece against the area over her heart, his knuckles brushing one firm breast.

Am I okay, doc? Her eyes twinkled.

Better than okay. He winked and rubbed a hand down his stubbled cheek.

For six days, they’d had sex, tried every sexual position...christened secret places on the private vacation resort. Although he’d learned her variety of moans, whimpers, and passion-filled moves, he knew there was so much more to explore about this mystical woman. His body quickly agreed and he became rock-hard.

Lolita paused in her sucking, holding his eyes as she seductively dragged the stick from between her pink, moist lips. His jeans grew tighter as he tried to concentrate on the beats of her heart through the stethoscope.

With a twirl of the stick between her fingers, her smile spoke erotic poetry. I have a suggestion, she said in a low, alluring tone that vibrated his balls.

What’s that? His own voice shook. Lowering the chest piece, Sam no longer cared about his doctorly duties.

I could use a dose of the medicine you gave me last night. The salty cream remedy. Her eyes danced as she rolled her tongue along her top lip, making things even harder.

Sam blew out a breath.

Coming to the luxurious resort to get away from the city, he hadn’t planned to get caught up in an exciting affair, yet when he’d spotted her sitting under an umbrella on the white sandy beach, he couldn’t help himself but ask what she was reading. Lolita. He’d been intrigued.

A sucker for a smart woman with pale blue eyes and a beguiling smile, she’d triggered his every need. Reminding him that six months without sex could be considered a death sentence. Within hours of meeting, they were tearing each other’s clothes off in his bungalow, going at it like wild animals. Every day since they’d spent together, probably more time in bed than at the oceanside. They’d made love until they were satiated and sore...and bruised. He couldn’t complain though. Best damn vacation he’d had...ever!

Not only was she beautiful with long, dark hair and a flawless, wide smile, but she was nothing like he’d ever known before. She’d made it clear from the beginning that she had no plans to share any personal information about herself, and had no desire to know anything more about him than the very present. This way they could enjoy having sex—lots of sex—without feeling as if they owed each other something. He couldn’t say he’d been offered a no-strings-attached temptation on a silver platter before, but what single, red-blooded man would turn it down? At first, he thought he’d been handed a gift, so to speak. What man wouldn’t want a rendezvous with a gorgeous woman in an exotic location? And then, as the end of the week grew closer, he’d found that he wanted to know more about Lolita and wasn’t quite sure he was ready for things to come to an end.

When she slid her foot out of her flip flop, he followed her movement as she skimmed her toes along his calf, making a path up to his inner thigh, close to his throbbing crotch. His body twitched, tweaking an image of how he’d slammed his cock into her repeatedly last night, and how responsive and giving she’d been, how she’d clawed his back in her passionate fury. He’d had lovers before her. Some were younger than him, and a few were older. He guessed Lolita was close to his age.  She had the maturity and the skill of a woman who knew her way around a man. There was something about her that he’d missed in all his other lovers. She made him feel