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I roll on a condom, and then rub my hand over Ava’s bare ass. She moans when I spank her tight ass, leaving my handprint on her skin. Spreading her legs wider with my hands, I bend down to kiss each of her ass cheeks, before slipping my tongue between her folds once more. I love the ways she tastes, so much so that I can never get enough.
Ava rewards me with another moan as I travel from her slickness up to her ass cheeks, the stubble along my jaw grazing her soft skin.
“Stop torturing me,” she hisses and reaches around to grab my cock in her hand.
Guiding me inside her, she presses her cheek to the wooden desk, and glances over her shoulder at me, as I enter her. I grab hold of her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other to keep her where I want her. And she continues to peek up at me, moaning my name. Just as her grip tightens on my cock, a knock on the door stops me in my tracks.
I was so consumed by the moment that I hadn’t realized how much time we had spent in this room. We’re in the middle of shift change. How stupid of me not to think this through. Fuck. This woman drives me to do stupid things that could cost us both.
“Maybe if we stay quiet they will go away,” Ava chokes out between breaths.
Raising my left arm, I peek at my watch and sigh. “No, I don’t think that will happen.” I pull out of Ava and quickly dispose of the condom.
The person on the other end of the door is definitely not leaving until we come out. Ava pushes her skirt down over her thighs and combs her fingers through her hair. She looks like a mess with how hard I had tugged her hair. Even her mascara is smudged from the tears that streamed down her face while she sucked my cock.
Looking around the room, my heart races as I try to come up with a solution. Then, it hits me. I’m still in my lab coat and scrubs. I can put a cap and mask on and exit with it covering most of my head and face. That should hopefully be enough to pretend as though I’m rushing out the door to answer a page. Well, it’s not like a surgeon would prepare this far in advance without taking all the necessary health and safety precautions, but I have no choice but to improvise.
For all the person on the other end of the door knows, I am a resident who practically lives in this room. I turn to Ava and she bites down on her lip, looking anxious.
“What’s the plan?” Ava asks me.
I lift my lab coat from the couch and remove the cap and mask from my pocket. I don’t make a habit of carrying them around with me, but I had stopped by the operating room on my way to my office to check on a patient. Thank God for that emergency stop.
“I’m going to run out of here, as if I’m late for a surgery, and you will stay behind. Tell whoever is on the other side that you were in here getting changed after your shift and that I came in here to grab my coat that I had left behind.”
“Okay,” she breathes, helping me tie the light blue cap at the back of my head. “I can do that. But that doesn’t explain why the door is locked.”
Once I get the mask and cap in place, I hook my arm around her back and pull her into my arms. “It will be okay. Just follow the plan. Call me when you get home and let me know how you made out. Don’t get nervous and tell the truth.”
“I know,” she says, with a smile. “I can handle this. Now, go before you get caught. Don’t worry about me.”
“It’s hard not to.” I release her from my grasp and head to the door.
Based on her appearance, I doubt the person on the other side will buy her story, but it will give me some time to make my escape.
“Hey, Doc,” she says, as my fingers graze the door knob.
I look over my shoulder at her. “Make sure you hide your name. It’s sewn into your pocket.”
Checking the breast of my lab coat, I grunt in frustration. It wouldn’t take much for someone to get a glimpse of my name and report it to someone in human resources. I mutter thank you under my breath and then open the door.
A balding ma
n is standing in the hallway with his hands on his hips, eyeing me up. Judging by the color of his scrubs, he’s a resident and not important enough for me to care. But what if he recognizes me? Fuck. I cover my name and dart down the hall to my left, as he moves past me to get into the room.
Nervous for Ava, I wait until I reach the end of the hall, stopping before the elevator bank to see if she made her escape. A minute passes after the door closes over and still nothing. Now, I’m nervous. I have to go back for her, no matter what the risk.
Chapter Sixteen
AVA
After fingering myself in front of Sloan and sucking him off, I was ready for him to finish inside me. But the moron knocking on the door had other plans. Seconds after Sloan walked out of the on-call room, a man stepped inside as if he owned the place. I attempt to move past him, but he blocks my view of the door. He’s like a human shield, his shoulders broad and muscles flexing beneath the fabric stretched across his bulky frame.
“Can you please get out of my way? I have someplace to be.”
“What were you doing in here?” He challenges me, stepping forward so that my nose smashes into his chest.
“I was getting changed, if you must know.”
