Possessive Doctor's Christmas: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Know What He Wants Book 89) Read online

  POSSESSIVE DOCTOR’S CHRISTMAS

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 89

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive Doctor's Christmas

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  Newsletter

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

  Book 88: Russian’s Obsession

  Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas

  Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot

  POSSESSIVE DOCTOR’S CHRISTMAS

  I’ve only got one wish this Christmas…

  My dad’s best friend, the hot doctor, underneath the mistletoe.

  But will Santa bring me the one thing that’s on my list when his list has all the reasons why he shouldn’t…

  One: He’s an older man and I’m a younger woman.

  Two: He’s my dad’s best friend.

  Three: Christmas is all about giving, not receiving.

  Well, Santa…that’s why I’ve been saving a very special gift just for him, my very first time. I’ve been nice my entire life and now I’m ready to get naughty this Christmas with my dashing doctor, the only man I’ve ever wanted.

  But who will be more surprised?

  Me when I find out just how possessive this doctor can be, and the secret he’s been saving too?

  Or my family when my dad’s best friend asks me to not only help put up lights on his Christmas tree, but tells me he wants me to be the light of life…forever?

  *Possessive Doctor’s Christmas is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Madison

  One week before Christmas

  I hobble into the ER, my dad holding the door open with one hand and steadying me with his other.

  I should be freezing in the sub-zero temperatures, but my skin burns red-hot.

  I should be in pain from the fall I took when I slipped and fell on a piece of black ice while my family was singing Christmas carols to my grandparents outside their home, but I feel no pain at all.

  Only excitement, and that scares me.

  You’re not supposed to
have these kinds of thoughts about the hunky doctor you’ve had a crush on for years...when he’s your dad’s best friend.

  I hear the door close behind us as I slowly make my way into the entryway. Turning to my right I see him. How could I miss him?

  He looks up from his clipboard, his entire body freezing, and by entire body I mean all six feet five inches and two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle.

  It’s like his shoulders practically take up the width of half the hallway, before tapering down into a perfect V-shape right at his waist.

  He’s got on his blue medical scrubs and even from here I can see his eyes widening just before they bulge as his Adam’s apple moves through his throat as he swallows hard, his eyes locked on mine just before his clipboard falls straight from his hands clanking onto the tiles of the sterile hospital floor which his feet seem to be stuck to.

  “Madison. Mike,” he says with a panic in his voice as he takes off in a dead sprint, jumping right over his clipboard and darting down the hall towards us.

  Seconds later I feel his hand on my arm, causing my back to straighten from my bent over position as a bolt of energy shoots right through me.

  His fingers are thick, firm, and easily engulf my entire forearm.

  He places a hand gently on my back, causing it to arch, as he leans in close, offering me his entire body like he’s a boulder to lean on.

  He’s a rock all right. He’s been my dad’s for years. He’s not only my dad’s best friend, but also the only person he ever turns to for advice when he has to make a tough decision.

  Now I’ve got a tough decision of my own. Continue hiding the crush I have on him which started when I turned eighteen and has only gotten more intense, more urgent, these last three years, or tell him how I really feel?

  But how can I put him in that position with my dad, let alone be honest enough to admit all the positions I’ve dreamed of him putting me in?

  I left town to study out of state hoping it would help me get my mind off of him.

  It’s only made matters worse.

  Burying myself in my schoolwork didn’t do the trick. Trying to involve myself in campus activities was a complete failure. Meeting people my own age turned out to be a huge disappointment.

  How can you spend one second with boys more interested in who can do the longest keg stand and who has the most Tinder matches and Instagram followers, when you know exactly the one and only man in this entire world you want? He’s the only one I ever wanted, and still do.

  Something has to give or I’m going to go even crazier than I already am.

  “What happened? Where does it hurt?”

  “I fell on the ice. My tailbone is throbbing and I think I’ve got a bruise.”

  I watch as his eyebrows narrow and his lips purse as if he feels my pain right along with me. A good doctor sympathizes. A great doctor empathizes.

  He feels my pain with me. I watch an anger take over his face like he wants to rip that pain right from my body right now and make it all better. Like he’s angry at the world for what happened to me.

  “Don’t worry. I’m going to fix it. I’m going to make you better, I promise.”

  I nod. Oh yes you are.

  “Can you walk?”

  “I can, but it’s painful.”

  “Only in the tailbone area?” he asks.

  I nod.

  Without saying anything else or asking another question he scoops me up in his arms, the pain in my back immediately dissipating now that I’m not standing.

  “Nurse!” he yells, the booming, matter of fact, deep timbre of his word echoing throughout the entire building, as the weight of my entire body rests across nothing more than his forearms.

  I look up at his face. He’s not even straining. It’s like I’m light as a feather to him.

  “Coming doctor!” she says as she literally slides down one hallway and into another before running towards us frantically.

  “Get, my best friend Mike Moore a cup of coffee while I examine his daughter,” he says.

  “Yes, doctor.”

  “Thank you, Nancy,” he says.

  “Don’t worry, Mike. You’re in good hands, and I’m glad I was scheduled for tonight because you can rest assured your daughter is in good hands too. Mine.”

  CHAPTER 2

  Austin

  I move quickly, but carefully, to my examination room.

  Injuries like these can sometimes be more severe than they first seem and no way do I want to disturb her body, especially not the way she disturbed mine.

  Seeing her there the moment she entered had me on edge. Those tight yoga pants, her Uggs, and that Henley shirt that was unbuttoned a little too far showing off her ample cleavage. When did she get that?

  Something’s happened since her high school graduation party and it’s definitely making something happen to me right now.

  All the medical textbooks I’ve read over the years say girls mature faster than boys, and they’re right.

  But she’s an outlier, a special case. Come to think of it she’s not even a special case, she’s a miracle, my Christmas miracle.

  I shake my head quickly, squeezing my eyes closed briefly, as I try and shake the thought from my mind.

  My miracle?

  This is my best friend’s daughter, the man who trusts me like a brother…more than a brother actually.

  He’s confided in me over the years and I’d never do anything to lose his confidence and trust.

  But damn, I’m confident that I’ve never, ever, felt this way about a woman before and never will again.

  And yes, she is all woman.

  No more is she the cute little kid that was just kind of bopping around the house when I’d go over to visit. This isn’t that girl who used to sit in her room and read books and do things online. It’s definitely not the girl that had pigtails in her youth soccer league game that I must have attended, what? Ten years ago.

  Dammit, Austin! Get a hold of yourself, man.

  I kick open the door to my examination room and carefully lay her down on the table.

  Once I get her in place and she’s out of my hands I already miss the feeling of her.

  The way she fit in my arms was perfect. It’s like she belongs there.

  She does belong there.

  No she doesn’t! She’s too damn young and too innocent. She’s still in college.

  She probably has a boyfriend for Pete’s sake. A girl like this is a diamond and nobody in their right mind would pass up an opportunity to be with her and make her their queen forever.

  I do the quick math. If she’s twenty-one I wouldn’t be surprised if some smart boy her age already proposed to her. She’ll be graduating soon and that lucky son of a gun will have the wife of his dreams for life.

  Leaving college and starting a life and a family with her…what could be better?

  Not a damn thing.

  I’d put a ring on her finger tonight, if I wasn’t her dad’s best friend.

  If I was a new doctor just starting out and she came into my hospital life would be absolutely perfect.

  I’ve got to stop thinking like this.

  “Tell me what happened, beau—.” I’m losing it right in front of her. “Madison!”

  Her eyes open wide and her lips part as her body jerks to attention.

  “I’m sorry, I was just thinking of beau—ty treatments like bo—tox, and I got my b’s confused. I had a patient named Beaufort before too,” I say. “So yeah, me and the letter B…I get it confused all the time.”

  Oh my god I’m rambling like a babbling idiot. At this rate, I’m going to start drooling soon.

  “Anyway tell me what happened, Madison.”

  “I…,” she says looking up at me with those crystal clear, baby blue eyes. They shoot lightning bolts right through me and the jolt of energy has my already rock hard cock twitching like a madman. I think the official medical term for my condition right now is obsessed.


  I never understood obsession when we briefly studied it in medical school. I didn’t really think it was real or something I’d see as a doctor, let alone feel myself. How can patients feel such tremendous mood swings based on other people? Isn’t it easy to just focus on yourself and what you’re about and not let other people get you down, or up for that matter?

  Yeah, that’s what I used to think, until she hobbled right in here and taught me in one second what I couldn’t comprehend in an entire lifetime.

  Now it all makes sense, because the thought of her coming into my life like this and then just leaving is out of the question.

  I can’t deny what I’m feeling, no matter who her dad is and the fact that I’m thirty-nine years old and she must be about twenty-one, maybe twenty-two at most.

  “It’s okay,” I say, trying to make my woman feel comfortable. “No need to rush, we can take our time.”