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The only answer Stevie gave was for color to rise high on her cheeks. I had thought embarrassing the woman was almost impossible, but the blush only served to make her more enticing. Like she wanted to make me pay for what I’d asked, she turned back to her front, and gave me full access to her hole, spreading her legs wider.
“If you don’t fuck me soon, you’re not going to get the opportunity,” she muttered petulantly.
I put the phone away and walked towards the girl.
“So bratty,” I murmured, letting a finger trail up her middle.
She shivered with the action, and her hips bucked backwards a little, chasing friction.
“What if I told you I didn’t want to fuck you?” I asked. “What if I told you I just want to take you apart with my hand, again, and again, and again, until you can’t stand it?”
She shivered again, but it wasn’t the friction, I could tell it was her reaction to my words. She didn’t speak, but the hitch in her breath was louder than shouting. I slipped those two fingers back into her and pumped languidly. I knew she thought I was going to give in, but I just patiently added another finger and ignored the throbbing plea of my cock. I worked her open around me, until her head was resting on my desk, her tits were pressed against the wood, and her stomach heaved with labored breathing. I moved faster then, using her body language as a signal system. When her breathing began to even out, I moved faster. When it happened again, I added a fourth finger to make her keen into the wood of my desk. By the time I was pummeling her with four fingers, I knew she wouldn’t last long, so my other hand reached around to rub determinedly at her clit. Her voice got more high pitched, and I had to remind her to be quiet.
When she did come, it was like watching the most obscene wet dream I could have ever conjured. She tipped her head back, holding a cry in with only her bottom lip clasped between her teeth. She arched off the desk, and her walls clenched tightly around me, spasming as she worked through her high.
I wasn’t done with her though.
I still had a very pressing issue that was nudging at her thigh and begging me to enter her, so enter her I did. I didn’t bother starting slow this time. She was already worked up, overly sensitive, and I only served to make her more so when I slammed into her from behind. I knew she had expected me to fuck her, but I didn’t think she expected just how desperate I was. I pulled her hips toward me and set an erratic rhythm. I let my hand snake back to her clit so I could get her back to the edge faster, and she was more responsive than I could have ever dreamed. She became a mess around my cock, whimpering and moaning while still trying to be quiet. I felt like I was laying claim to her body, and I kept rubbing her as I pounded, letting her know that she wasmine.
I felt her come again before I did, her breath leaving her body in a sigh that was more intense than the restricted moans of her first orgasm. Her walls pulsing around me was all it took to have my own body reacting, and I pumped her full, letting everything pour into her. It feltgood, and when I pulled out of her, I wanted another picture of the wrecked girl in front of me. I wasn’t going to take unwarranted liberties though. Instead, I grabbed the tissues from my desk and cleaned her up as best I could.
Carefully, I helped her stand from the desk, and we dressed, half dazed. I turned to grab my phone from where I’d thrown it and found that she had sat down after dressing and proceeded to fall asleep, sitting up, on my couch. I had briefly forgotten about Jasmine’s surgery and was even more forgetful about how a long procedure like that could take its toll on a body that wasn’t used to it. Stevie was probably exhausted from it, and then I had proceeded to fuck her. If I was honest with myself, though, it was pretty satisfying to see her sleep. I hadn’t been lying when I’d said I was worried. Interns were notorious for not looking after themselves, and if I could help it, she wasn’t going to fail because of something so simple as self-care. Smiling, I grabbed my phone and sat next to the girl on the sofa. I pulled her until she lay down, her head in my lap. I pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over her. She didn’t fully wake up through the whole thing, only blinking fuzzy eyes open once to readjust her position into something more comfortable.
I stayed where I was and pulled up a news article on my phone.
* * *
I must have fallen asleep too because the next time I glanced at my phone, a couple of hours had passed.
I was briefly disoriented, but when I saw the sleeping girl in my lap, everything came flooding back, and I knew I wasn’t going to play any games anymore. I couldn’t walk around the hospital and pretend I didn’t care about her any more than any other intern, any other resident. I couldn’t wander the halls and worry if she was going to find a relationship—a more suitable relationship—among her peers. I knew what it could do, to both of us, but I wasn’t willing to let the girl go again. While she slept, I read through my contract, specifically focusing on the part regarding intra-work relationships. More than my own career, I was worried about hers. I didn’t want her cut off before even beginning to practice. In the OR, I had been impressed. She had held the cavity open consistently, despite the pressure on what appeared to be a fairly slight frame and had answered all my questions correctly as I worked. I had never seen or heard of her growing exasperated with a patient, no matter how exhaustive or inane their questions were. She picked up shifts in the ER and ignored the whispering and gossip that followed her every step in the hospital. I could see a future of innovation, of lives saved that no one thought could be, and that same fiery spirit flowing through all of it.
I wasn’t going to let her lose that.
On the same note, however, I wasn’t quite willing to let my own career fall down the drain. I felt strongly for the girl in my lap, but my first great love had been surgery, had been medicine. I knew I was great at what I did and took risks no one else dared to. My new pet project, inspired by my most recent project, would be furthering the research into total artificial hearts for children that had failed or rejected transplants, even for children that needed hearts but weren’t high enough on the UNOS list. It could make them better candidates for transplant and it could save other organs from needing treatment or transplant. I couldn’t do that if I was a disgraced doctor working in the scummy private clinics that saw working in medicine as a form of retail. Aside from all of that, I had worked damn hard to get where I was, and I wasn’t going down without a fight.
But we could try, and there was a clause in my contract that said we wereallowedto try.
* * *
It took Stevie another hour to wake up, and I wondered if it would be worth either of us going home to only return to the hospital in a few hours.
“Ugh, what time is it?” she asked, sitting up.
“Almost three,” I answered, smiling gently at her. “You slept for a little while.”
She rubbed her neck and glanced at me skeptically.
“Three a.m.?” she clarified.
“Yep.”
She winced.
“Shit, my shift starts in four hours. I haven’t even been home. I need to shower, I need—”
“You stayed late in the first place because of the surgery. You can come in a couple of hours late. The hospital has rules anyway, and interns are required to have at least eight hours between shifts—unless they’re on call, of course.”
She nodded gratefully and slumped against me. The matter of our sleeping together was a source of tension in the room, and I wanted to broach it before it became an elephant.
