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Cutting through the center of the nurses’ station, I try to keep my calm composure as I walk behind her, giving the end of her pony a light tug as I pass. She doesn’t say anything in response, doesn’t even pinch her shoulders together or flinch at my touch, but when I circle the desk to go towards the dictation room her eyes are on me. With a tilt of my head, I usher her to follow.
When I worked the night shift, I was usually the only doctor on the floor, and I was able to dictate my charting in the privacy of the back office. Since moving to days, the office has been flooded with other doctors, making it difficult to do anything in peace. The dictation room has become my sanctuary, the perfect place to chart without unnecessary interruptions.
And today, the perfect place to play.
I pull out the computer chair and swivel it towards me as I sit, leaning my back against the mesh padding as deep as it will go, working to release the built-up tension. Within a minute I hear her telltale rapping on the door.
She cracks it open, smiling as I roll the chair back to open the door, letting her walk in front of me. A quick peek down the hall to make sure no one saw her before I shut the door and delicately pushed the lock on the handle. The quiet click might as well have been a bomb detonating, echoing off the walls of the small room. She turns towards me, props a hip on the chintzy wooden desk, and crosses her arms over her chest. “How can I help you,Dr.Ryan?” she asks, tone teasing.
Widening my stance in the chair I reach forward, hands gripping the backs of her thighs as I pull her towards me. She opens her arms and grabs onto my shoulders for balance. She doesn’t shy away, inching further into my space so she’s standing directly between my spread legs, right where she fucking belongs.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” I tell her honestly, rubbing my palms up her back before heading down to squeeze her delicious ass, wanting to soak in every second of our limited time together.
For once, the position puts her a head taller than me, and she uses that to her advantage. She brings a knee up to rest on the chair as her forearms drape over my shoulders. Rosey lips almost the same color as her raspberry scrubs hover over mine, intoxicating me with every breath. “I know. It sucks our schedules don’t line up better.”
She leans down at the same time I reach a hand up to palm the back of her head, closing the distance between us as she presses soft kisses to my lips. So soft and slow that they should be soothing, but I can feel the blood racing through every vein in my body, shocking my system each time. My hands freely roam her body, squeezing her shoulder blades firmly before falling back down to my favorite part of her, then finding their home underneath the crisp cotton of her scrub top where I trace my fingertips along her spine.
“What are you doing tonight?”
It takes her a moment to respond, and I notice her eyes floating shut at the feeling of my hands on her bare skin. “Going out with the girls for a drink at a dive bar by my apartment. Kind of a tradition after a crummy week.”
“Uh oh. Sounds like tequila and trouble.”
“The last time we went out wasn’t so bad. Maybe I’ll meet a sexy stranger at the bar, let him see my ass in a thong,” she says before biting my bottom lip.
I release a throaty groan at the image and gently spank her for even suggesting showing her ass to someone that isn’t me. The squeak she lets out is something for the record books. “Better not, or else—”
My pager beeps, and I pull it up quickly to scan the message, making sure it isn’t urgent. Lainey stands up and moves away from me, thinking I have to go.
As she stands, the back of her shirt bunches from where I was rubbing her skin. I reach up, my best intentions in the forefront of my mind as I smooth down the fabric, before letting my hand fall to rest on the waistband of her pants.
Like a moth to a flame, she arches her back in response. I let my hand slide further south until I’m cupping her perfect round peach. “The things I would do to this ass if I had the chance.”
She turns her head and rests her chin on her shoulder, eyes dropping to where my hands are playing behind her. “Who’s stopping you?”
My body shudders at her comment, wondering if I’ve fantasized about her for so long that I’m starting to hallucinate. But judging by the flush on her face and the heat in her eyes, she wants this as badly as I do.
Images of ripping her pants down, bending her over this table, and fucking her hard fill my mind. My cock immediately swells at the thought, but I know better. Even if she gave me the chance, if she let me in, it wouldn’t be a quick and dirty fuck like I’m used to.
I’d worship her. Spend my time learning her body, listening to every whimper and moan she releases and using that as a road map to her pleasure.
She’s still looking down at me, either waiting for me to make a move or challenging me, thinking I’ll hold back since we’re at work. Without breaking eye contact I place both hands on her hips, turning her so her back is to me and gently pressing my palm between her shoulders to lean her over.
She places both hands on the desk, leaving me at the perfect height to enjoy her. I reach around, letting my fingers graze the skin of her stomach until I meet the drawstring on her pants, and with one tug I release it. The elastic of her waistband relaxes, and I tuck my fingers in each side. One small motion is all it takes to expose the lacey band of her thong and the delicate skin below it.
Fuck. Me.
Her breaths quicken as I run my hands back and forth over her lower back, down to her hips, tucking my thumbs under the dainty white fabric. I lean forward, nipping at her skin, relishing the feel of her squirming under my touch.
With one tug on her hips, I pull her down to sit on my lap and she gasps, landing right on my cock. If there was any question in her mind about how badly I wanted her, I think I put it to rest. Her hands reach out to each side to grip the armrests as she leans her weight back and hands her body over to me.
With a slow and steady pace, I swivel her hips, torturing myself as much as I’m trying to torture her, sliding my fingers under the band of her panties and dragging them back and forth across her hips. My hands shake with the urge to tear her underwear clean off her, make her work the rest of the day bare, pussy throbbing at the memory of my touch and the shredded fabric safely in the pocket of my coat.
“If you only knew the control you have over me …” I trail off, not expecting her to answer or wanting her to acknowledge how weak she makes me.
Instantly her head falls back against my shoulder, and she rolls it to the side, searching for me and I find her lips, kissing her hard while I continue playing.
“Tell me, Lainey. How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking how it felt riding my hand?”
