Chapter 12

Ansley

Guilt raped my insides as I pulled up to the hospital the next morning. I should have just called Parks and let him know that I wasn't coming to dinner. It was rude and childish for me to stand him up. Had he been some guy I'd met in a bar, no big fucking deal, but he wasn't. He was my co-worker for the next three weeks.

Three long weeks.

I sat in the car in my parking spot until someone knocked on the window. Nolan. Fuck my life.

"Hey." I opened the door and got out. I had little to no choice but to be cordial with him, no matter how many fights we got in, or how much I hated him some days. He was my boss.

"You alright?" He lifted his perfect eyebrow and moved back. "You look upset. Something happen?"

Life?

"I'm good. I didn't sleep well last night." I shrugged and leaned over to get my things. "Parks set a new record for us, hm?"

"Yes. The guy is quite impressive." He moved back as I closed my car door and walked toward the hospital. "You think there's any way that you could talk with Aiden about encouraging Parks to come join us?"

I bristled immediately. "Why would we need Parks? We have me and Henry."

He smiled in the cocky way that used to drive me wild with lust. "You know that you need a stronger partner than Henry, Ans. Come on, now."

"It's Ansley," I barked and turned my attention to the front. "If you want him, get him yourself. I'm not interested in a hot-head, cocky, bastard of a doctor working in my OR. Period."

"Ouch." He reached for the door and opened it for us. "I'd almost say you like him."

"I don't give a shit what you'd almost say." I turned and walked toward my office, not sure if I hated my insecurity or my loneliness more.

"Get him for us, Ans. Seriously."

I ignored him and walked into my office, closing the door behind me. "Get him yourself, asshole," I mumbled and dropped my things on my desk. I didn't have a surgery until two that afternoon, but I was insanely behind on research. It occurred to me to lock the door, but I let it go. The blinds were down, and everyone knew not to bother me unless I left my door open. Unspoken rule.

Guilt raged through me again as I sat down and pulled out a few files I wanted to study. I owed Jacob an apology. I needed to get our weird-ass relationship back on track. We weren't friends, and we wouldn't be lovers. We worked together. Period.

I yelped as my door flung open and Parks walked in, closing it behind him. The look on his face said I had a big fucking apology to give.

"You know what? I figured you were a bitch by the way you act around here, but never in a million years would I have thought you capable of being less than classy." His eyes were stormy with emotions, and his skin was flushed. He had worked himself up over the drive into work no doubt.

I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm sorry. I should have-"

"Yeah. You should have." He walked toward me, moving around my desk with aggression.

Fear and lust ripped through me. I lifted my hand and pressed it into his chest. "Back the fuck off."

"Not a chance. I sat at that goddamn restaurant an hour waiting on you." He stopped, but by the sharp rise and fall of his chest, I could tell he didn't want to.

My pulse spiked as a million delicious thoughts raced through my head. Doctor Feelgood was known for making women feel so fucking good. My desire to forget everything that weighed me down and simply give into him was overriding my need to pull back. I had to do something.

"I'm sorry that you seriously thought a respectable woman like me would go to dinner with a slut of a man like you." I laughed mockingly. Fuck me for being such a bitch. "There's no way in hell I want anything from you, and you're only here, Jacob Parker, because Aiden wanted you here. Fuck him for sending you here. You're nothing but a childish prick that has to show off and swing his cock through the hallways. You don't even deserve to be a doctor!" I screamed at him, hoping that my show would put him off, infuriate him, cause him to walk away and not look back.

He started to respond, his face red, his eyes warning me, but he closed his eyes and nodded. "I know what you're doing. You want your way today, Ans, but you're not getting it."

"I want what?" I took a step back as my hands grew damp. Fuck I wanted to be owned by him. To feel the passion of what he had inside of him break all over me.

"You want me to walk away." He opened his eyes, and he stole my breath. "It's not happening." He reached out and gripped the side of my neck, pulling me toward him angrily.

"No. I need you to." I put my hands on his chest and groaned as his muscles flexed under my fingers. I wanted to touch every inch of him. "Get out. Now!"

"Not happening." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine and the world disappeared.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and half-crawled up his body as I opened my mouth and invited him in. The sound of his grunt of appreciation had my chest pounding, my panties wet with a flood of lubrication. What the hell was it about this bastard? I knew he would take advantage of me and walk away.

But maybe that was better than him staying.

"Fuck me," I mumbled against his mouth as my dreams played out behind my closed eyes.

"Oh, you're gonna get fucked, woman." He wrapped one strong hand around the curve of my ass and lifted, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. The thick hardness of his cock pressed into my wet center was enough to leave me a hot mess on the floor.

He was huge from what I could tell, and I wanted every last inch of him tucked inside of me. He wrapped strong fingers around my hair and pulled back as he looked me in the eye. "You deserve a good spanking for standing me up last night, but I don't have the patience for that shit right now."

"I want one," I mumbled and rolled my hips as my eyes fluttered closed. Delicious lust washed over me in thick waves, and I didn't want anything but him. Something about the need to surrender left me broken, open, alive.

"And you play such a prude to the public." He released my hair and locked the door before pushing me hard against it. "I hope you like it rough."

"I don't know how I like it." I sounded like an unsure virgin. It was almost comical, and yet, I felt that way in his arms. He knew how to please a woman, and I wanted to be thrown over the edge of ecstasy violently by him. "Just shut the fuck up and do what you came in here to do."

He chuckled low in his chest before setting me down on my desk and leaning over to wipe my papers and files onto the floor. I wrapped myself around him and ran my tongue up the side of his neck.

"You need to learn your place in the bedroom, Ans." He moved back and wrapped his fingers around the back of my throat, pushing me back with his palm.

Fear pumped through me, and I gasped and gripped his wrist. "Don't."

"Hush. Do what you're told to do." He pushed harder, and I buckled under the pressure of trying to keep myself up. "You want this. Me. Just like I come. Stop trying to control the moment and let me have it."

"I'm scared," I whispered, shocked that the words came out of my mouth.

"I know you are, baby. Trust me on this." He ran his hand down between my breasts, and I arched my back and groaned as pleasure danced in the center of my stomach. "How long has it been?"

"Too long." Tears burned my eyes, but I forced them back. No fucking way was I making this an emotional moment. I wanted carnality. Needed it.

"I'm a big guy, Ans." He tugged my shirt up and reached into the cup of my bra to pull one of my breasts out. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. I knew you'd be a goddess."

I moaned as he leaned down and ran his tongue around my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and grinding against me. The friction was enough to leave me shaking. I'd had a few shallow orgasms thanks to my own fingers, but never a deep one. Never one in the act of sex. I wanted one so bad, but the pressure to get there was too much. It was a mental game with me, and I couldn't let go enough to get there. Not ever.

I slid my fingers into his dark hair and moved my feet up on the desk, bending my knees and opening my legs a little wider. "I hate you for this," I whimpered as he tugged on my nipple with his lips and glanced up.

"That's alright. Just come for me, alright?" He moved back and tugged my pants and panties off in one quick swipe. Another long moan slipped from me as he smiled. "Drop your knees to the side. I wanna see you."

"Parks," I whispered, but dropped my knees open, pressing them against the hard wood of my desk. I wanted to watch him closely, to see if he really liked what he was seeing.

The lust on his face burned me.

He glanced up as he tugged his scrubs down to his thick thighs and pulled his shirt over his head. "No more talking unless it's naughty, okay?"

I moved up to my elbows and nodded. God, I wanted to be naughty with him. I just didn't know what to say. Being with someone other than Nolan had me self-conscious, worried, wanting to be everything he wanted me to be. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, and my eyes grew wide. He wasn't big. He was fucking huge.

"Like what you see, Ans?" He pumped his swollen cock through his hand before leaning it toward me and running his soft head over my lips, parting me open and slipping an inch into me.

"I love it," I moaned as my body contracted, tightening my channel around him.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." He pressed in a little and reached up with his free hand, gripping the side of my neck again as he rolled his hips.

I groaned and lifted my legs a little, arching my back and pressing down on his warm erection. Tingles started in the center of my stomach and raced up my spine, leaving me a little dizzy. "I wanna come."

"You will, angel. Just look at me while I fuck you real good right now."

I opened my eyes and locked gazes with him as he pressed in further. The determination on his handsome face had me far beyond unraveled. "I'm so wet," I whispered and pressed down farther.

"Because you want this. You want me." He gripped my neck and lifted his hips, forcing more dick in me than I thought possible.

"I do." I gripped his forearm and turned my face to kiss the soft skin around his wrist as he undulated his hips and worked his huge cock deep inside of me. The sound of our moans combined with the sweet scent of sex was almost too much. I wanted more. To be violated and owned by him. I wanted him everywhere. To drown in the delicious depravity of his sex.

"You're close, Ans. I can feel your sweet little pussy clenching up. Let her go. Come all over me." He pulled out and jack-hammered his cock back in me.

"I don't know how." I pressed my feet into the desk and lifted my ass up a little, bouncing on his cock as he held on tightly and forced me to take more than I wanted each time.

"There's no thinking to it." His voice was gravelly, commanding. "Look at me. Now."

I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep my eyes on his beautiful face. It was too much, but I wasn't giving up the fight yet. "I've never... not before."

"Good. I want to be your first time. Look at me and listen to the sound of my voice while I fuck you over the edge."

"Please?" I whimpered and grasped his other wrist as he pressed it to the desk beside my head, forcing me onto my back and pressing the full weight of his body against mine.

"I love the way your pussy is tugging on my cock. You feel it? Like your body wants to suck me off." He licked my lips before kissing me several times. "You want this big bastard inside of you, don't you, sweetness?"

"Yes." I panted as a fire built in my stomach. It scared me and left me powerless to him. I clung to him tighter and lifted my face, needing to feel the softness of his lips as he fucked me with long, hard thrusts.

"That's it. Suck on my tongue, Ans. Suck nice and hard and think about all the things I'm going to do to you when you finally give yourself over to this need building up inside of you. I'm going to fuck every opening of your perfect body and own you, Ans. I'm going to make you my slut. Hear me?" He pressed his lips to mine and forced his tongue deep into my mouth as the slick head of his cock beat against the ticking time bomb in my body.

I moaned and writhed against him. Never in a million years would I have let anyone else talk to me like he had, but my mind lit up with the possibilities of what pleasure could look like.

A scream ripped from me as electricity coiled out from the center of my stomach and thick liquid pumped from my body, making our sex sloppy and lighting Parks on fire.

"Fuck yes," he mumbled against my mouth and kissed me once more before moving back and gripping my hips. He powered into me as I rode the high, my hands gripping the edge of the deck, my eyes fighting against me wanting to close them. I tried to stay focused on him as his face filled with pleasure. "I'm gonna fill you up with come, baby. Take all of it, okay?"

"Yes. Do it." I glanced down to watch his slick shaft press back into me. Pleasure like I'd never experienced before lit me up.

"Come again." He lifted one of my legs and kissed my ankle as he fucked me harder. The pressure of his thumb against my clit as he splayed out his fingers on my stomach was more than I could handle. My body tremored under the weight of another deep orgasm. I cried out, and he rocked against that spot again, forcing me to let go of anything I tried to cling to. He continued to fuck me through the orgasm, but slowed a little, massaging my body with his as he let out a long, relaxed sigh.

"I can't believe we-"

"No." He shook his head and pressed back into me. "You don't get to ruin this. Just be quiet and enjoy how good we were together."

I pursed my lips and nodded, reaching for him as he leaned over and kissed me one more time. "This doesn't mean that-"

"Woman!" He barked and nipped at my lips before moving back and pulling up his scrubs. He grabbed his backpack from the ground and walked to the door, pausing before he unlocked it. He glanced back, and I felt a part of my heart heal. "You still owe me dinner. And this time, I'm picking your bad-acting ass up. Period."

I smiled, unable to help myself. No words would fit the moment, so I gave up trying and curled up on top of my desk, warm and sexually sated for the first time in my life.

I had no idea it could be so good, but maybe it wasn't.

Maybe he was. Yeah. It was definitely him.

They didn’t call him Doctor Feelgood for nothing.