Free Indecent Encounters by Delilah Hunt, Erin O'Riordan, Pepper Anthony, Ashlynn Monroe, Melissa Hosack, Angelina Rain Page B

all it was—just daydreaming. Joey left the hospital three days after his surgery, and I didn’t think I’d ever see him, or Max again.
    One afternoon I checked my office voice mail. I was expecting all the usual calls from other doctors’ offices, and maybe a call or two from my mother. I wasn’t expecting a message from Max Lowell.
    “Dr. Keller?” Max’s voice said in the message. “I found your card in Joey’s hospital room. I hope it’s okay that I called you. I just have one more question about his surgery.” He left a call-back number.
    I wrote the number down and stuck it in one of my pockets, making a mental note to call Max back later. My calls to other doctors and their offices came first, though. I ended up in a long debate with a radiologist about some films, and by the time I got around to Max, it was the end of the day. I decided to call him from home.
    Whoever picked up the phone sounded sleepy; I couldn’t tell if it was Max or Joey. “Hello?”
    “This is Dr. Keller,” I said. “I’m returning Mr. Lowell’s call. Is this Mr. Lowell, or Mr. Zorich?”
    “This is Joey,” he said. Then I heard him calling for Max. After a moment, Max took the phone.
    “I’m sorry about that, Dr. Keller,” Max said. “Joey’s on much less medication now, but he’s still a little out of it.”
    “That’s all right,” I said. “You had a question about Mr. Zorich’s surgery?”
    Max laughed. God, he had a cute laugh. “You can just call him Joey, Doctor,” he said.
    “Fine,” I said. “And you can call me Maggie.”
    “Okay, Maggie.” There was that little laugh again. “This is kind of hard. No offense, but I wish you were a guy right now.”
    I understood what he meant. “This is a sex question, right?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “How long is Joey supposed to wait?”
    I don’t spend a lot of time with my patients after surgery. Most of the follow-up is done by their family doctors; somehow, getting to know my patients as people makes it harder for me to keep cutting them up and sewing them back together. I’d seen Joey briefly after the surgery, and he was still in a lot of pain. But his nurses told me that he’d already been up and walking around by the end of his stay. That was a good sign.
    “That’s really up to Joey,” I said. “He’ll let you know when he’s ready.”
    “He’s ready,” Max muttered. “I just don’t want to hurt him, you know?”
    “Then don’t start out with anything too acrobatic,” I suggested. “Max, I’m going to be perfectly frank with you. I don’t know what your sex life was like before Joey got injured, and it’s none of my business.” Wishing it was my business didn’t make it so. “I’ve heard that a lot of couples get by with a lot of hand jobs and oral sex after a surgery like this.”
    Max laughed uncomfortably. “Thanks, Dr. Maggie.”
    “No problem,” I said, even though there was a problem. Now I was going to be thinking about Max’s lips on Joey’s cock, obsessively, and I wasn’t going to get any sleep that night. “Anything else?”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Actually, there was something else. You’re a Kings fan, right?”
    That wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. “Yeah,” I said. “How did you know?”
    “Your t-shirt,” he said. “You had it on under your scrubs the day of Joey’s surgery. You don’t by any chance have tickets to this Saturday’s Kings-Lakers game, do you?”
    “No,” I said. I’ve been watching the Sacramento Kings since I was a little girl at my daddy’s knee, but I hadn’t been to a game in years. The NBA’s schedule was generally in conflict with my work at the hospital.
    “Good,” Max said. “Then you can come over and watch the game with us.”
    I hesitated, naturally. To go to a patient’s home would be totally inappropriate, not to mention unethical. It was the kind of thing that could get me sued, or worse.
    Even though alarm bells were ringing in my head, I said,