Martha Kennerson
His Biggest
Fan
Story Note
My story within this anthology is driven by
secrets. Everyone has secrets. Secret desire,
secret passions and a secret love. A man’s
secret love for a woman and a woman’s
secret fear of exposure. Some secrets need to
be exposed.
“Well damn.” Tonya pulled out her cell and sent Andrea a quick
text explaining her misfortune and advising that she was calling
it a night.
She was heading for the bank of elevators when a familiar voice
came from a small conference room. Tonya stopped, took a half-
step inside and found Dr. Murphy finishing a call. Before she
could make a graceful retreat, he turned and his gaze locked on to
hers. The heat between them was instant and profound.
“Dr. Banks,” he called out, barely above a whisper. A slow sexy
smile spread across his face as he placed his phone in his pocket.
“Forgive me, Dr. Murphy. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Tonya
intended to take a step back out of the space; only her feet
seemed to have taken root. He crossed the room in three strides
closing the distance between them. They stood in silence, and the
temperature in the room seemed to jump to dangerous levels.
“You’re not intruding,” he replied, gifting her with a mega-watt
smile.
Suddenly Tonya felt lightheaded. A feeling she’d come to expect
whenever they shared the same oxygen.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Breathe, Dr.
Banks.”
Tonya released a mouthful of air she hadn’t realized she was
holding. They came in rapid succession. Tonya’s breasts were
heavy, and she ached at the apex of her thighs; feelings he evoked
whenever he was in her presence. Tonya gave her head a small
shake. Here she was, a successful thirty-five-year-old doctor
running one of the country’s premier ER’s, and she was acting
like a horny teenager.
“And you can call me Chuck,” he said circling her like a shark
would prey. He closed the door before coming to stand close
enough for Tonya to feel the heat radiating from his body.
“Chuck.” Tonya took a step back, but he matched her moves
until her back hit the door. The overwhelming desire was
intoxicating and something she couldn’t fight. Not that she was
trying. Tonya’s hands lay flat against his chest.
He responded by placing both hands against the door trapping