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“I see you’re done calling me Dr. Roberts.”
“Well, I couldn’t call you by your first name in front of hospital staff, now could I?”
“Good point. So, if I’m at your service, then what does that entail?
“It means I expect you to be ready for me whenever I want. You’re like an itch I need to scratch. I can’t get you out of my system. I thought I could fuck you and forget about you, but seeing you again changes everything.”
“I know what you mean,” she mutters, the blush creeping across her chest.
“I want you right now,” I confess.
“Do I get to scrub in with you again or was that a one-time thing?”
“Depends on how well you do. I can’t show you preferential treatment. You impressed me earlier, and I thought you should be rewarded for a job well done. Don’t read into it too much, okay?”
She nods. “Got it. Is this lunch part of my reward?”
I smirk at her. “Excuse yourself from the table and meet me in the bathroom.”
She looks over her shoulder and scans the room, before meeting my gaze once more. “Here? You want me to…” Her words die off in her throat when she realizes what I am saying.
“Yes,” I say under my breath. “There’s a certain thrill that comes with having sex in public.”
She smiles. “Oh, I know.”
“We’re not on hospital grounds,” I tell her. “Now, go. I’ll meet you in the ladies’ room in a few minutes.”
She flashes a nervous smile that makes my dick hard thinking about her mouth around it. Ava gets up from the chair and sucks in a deep breath, before letting it out in one long puff of air. “I’ll be waiting.”
I cross my arms over my chest and sit back in the chair, studying her face. “Good girl.”
Watching as Ava slips through the crowded coffee shop, I admire her ass and its subtle shake, as she moves past the tables and pushes open the restroom door. I check my cell phone, thankful I have no missed calls or pages from the hospital and enough time to have a quickie with Ava.
When I walk into the ladies’ room, Ava is in the last stall. I latch the lock on the entrance door and stalk toward her.
“Where do you want me?”
I unzip my pants and remove a condom from my pocket. “Put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.”
She does as I say and unties her scrub bottoms, shoving them down her thighs along with her panties.
Taking my cock in my hand, I roll the condom over my length and press my throbbing head against her ass cheek. I should stop myself from making this mistake again. But it doesn’t feel like a mistake with Ava.
Ava presses her palms to the cinder block and lifts her ass up for me, looking at me over her shoulder. I position myself at Ava’s entrance and fill her at once. She moans against her arm and shoves her face against the wall to stifle her screams.
I grip her hips, my touch rough and hard to match my movements, and fuck her, allowing myself to get lost inside Ava. She tightens around me, the pressure building within, and her moans grow louder. Afraid someone will hear her, I slide my hand up to her throat and then cover her mouth, fucking her even harder.
“Come for me, Ava,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
She purrs with a sexy-as-fuck glaze in her eyes.
Sweat drips down from my forehead and dampens my scrub top. My heart races from the adrenaline pumping through my body, and I finally lose all control, almost in unison with Ava. Her breathing becomes ragged and then finally slows. Glancing over her shoulder at me, with her cheek against the wall, she licks her lips at me.
She opens her mouth as though she wants to speak. Instead, she just stares at me, waiting for me to finish. I come so fucking hard that my body jerks, and I accidentally slam her into the wall from the sheer force that takes over. I pull out of her, take a few steps back step into a stall to clean up and dispose of the condom before pulling up my pants. She spins around, with her back flat against the wall, still unstable and barely functioning.
As much as I keep telling myself that I’m making a mistake with Ava, my body is in disagreement with my head. With each encounter, I want her more, despite the guilt I harbor over my careless decision. And then I hate myself for feeling guilty for wanting a woman who makes me feel more…complete. There’s just something about Ava that I see in myself. Or maybe at one time saw in myself.
Gripping her by the waist, I lower my mouth to hers, my tongue gliding across her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth. My body tingles from our kiss, leaving me wanting more as our lips separate. I will have her again by the end of our shifts. If not, she’s coming home with me, so I can take my time. I hate rushing in public places. A woman like Ava should be savored, and I need the space to properly devour her delicious body.
