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.”

“Where is your bag then? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were in here with that doctor.”

“Well, you don’t know shit, so back off, buddy.” I step forward and into his chest, doing my best to move him to the side. But I am powerless against someone his size.

He glances down at my too-short skirt and tight top that has my cleavage popping out, my breasts shoved out like an offering. I look as cheap as I feel.

He licks his lips and tugs at the string of his scrub bottoms. “I guess it’s my turn now, seeing as you are in the room where I’m supposed to sleep.”

“You can go to sleep now. I was just leaving,” I choke out, terrified of this man.

He’s not much older than me, give or take a few years, but nowhere near as handsome as Sloan. Not even close. In fact, his attitude makes him even more repulsive.

“How can I sleep when the room stinks of sex?”

I shove into his chest in an attempt to move him. “Get out of my way.”

I try to step around him and he pushes out his hand. Then, I duck under his arm, but he catches me before I can break away. He slides his hand up my arms and holds me in place. I cringe at the thought of what he has planned for me. Tears stream down my face and my body trembles.

“Just let me go, already. Get your hands off.” I shake him loose, or at least I think until I realize the door is now open and Sloan has this man up against the wall.

Sloan moves his hand to the man’s throat, the mask thankfully still covering his face, but the name on his lab coat is showing. “Touch my girl again, and I will kill you.”

The guy gasps for air, reaching for Sloan’s hand.

“Let’s just go,” I say to Sloan.

Sloan finally releases the man and leads me out of the room and into the hallway. He slams the door behind us and cups my face in his hands. “Are you okay, Ava? Did he hurt you?”

Over the past few weeks, I have learned a lot about Sloan Hart. He’s cold, closed off, and only responds when sex is involved. And even when he gets what he wants, he’s moody and arrogant, overconfident and full of himself. Sure, he has a big dick, and he thinks that gives him the right to be an ass, but that side of him turns me on. It shouldn’t, but it does. I love when he orders me around and barks orders at me. And watching him take control with that man who was about to hurt me gives me a sense of pride.

“You called me your girl,” I say with a smile.

“Yeah, so? That’s what you are.” He releases my face and drops his hands at his sides, scanning the hall to make sure no one saw us together.

“I like the sound of it.”

He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out. “Me too. It still feels weird to think of anyone that way, but there was something about you from the start, Ava. And I can’t stay away from you.”

“There’s no man I would rather be with than you,” I confess.

“Good,” he whispers, “because you’re mine, and no one is ever going to put their hands on you ever again unless they want to end up in the morgue.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“I’m protective of my property,” he says, as if that is a normal thing to say to a woman. But I like the sound of it.

“I’m yours,” I say.

“And only mine,” he adds with a sexy smirk.

It’s a ghost town around here after the shift change, with people too busy to notice. We get to share a few minutes of peace together without anyone rushing down the hallway, bothering us.

Before Sloan, I had only ever been with a few men, and the sex was nothing like what I have with him. They weren’t forceful and in your face like Sloan. But that’s what I like about him. My nipples harden with one look from Sloan, let alone when he touches me. My legs are still trembling from our encounter, and my pussy aches with need. I can never get enough of my new mentor.

Sloan removes a set of keys from his pocket and unhooks one from the ring. He places it in my hand and covers my fingers over it. “This is the key to my apartment. Drive there right now and wait for me. I want you in my bed wearing nothing but a smile. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

I don’t miss the flicker of passion in his eyes. We are so sick, yet so right for each other. All we do is have sex, but when the sex is this good, it’s hard not to become addicted to one another.

* * *

Sloan’s apartment is one of the nicest places I have seen in person. It’s cold and closed off, like a museum, yet somewhat inviting. It has its certain charms that make it easier to feel at home. With its open floor plan, vaulted ceilings, and spacious rooms, I take my time studying every feature of every room. I was too busy taking off my clothes the last time I was here.

I bet Sloan would kill me for going through his place, as if I own the joint, but he’s the one who gave me a key. If he didn’t want me to get comfortable, he wouldn’t have done something as intimate as handing over control of his house. This is what a man does with his long-term girlfriend—not the woman he has sex with between breaks. But we have become more to each other than just a cheap and quick fuck in the on-call room.

Two hours later, Sloan slams the door behind him, shaking the walls. By the sounds of it, he must be in a bad mood. Should I stay in bed and wait for him, as he had instructed, or do I go out there and greet him?

Glasses clang together in the kitchen, followed by a bottle being uncorked. I lean back against the headboard and open my thighs wide enough to give Sloan a perfect view. He strolls into the bedroom with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other.

“Mmm…” Sloan mutters and then licks his lips.

He sets the glasses on the bedside table and takes a sip from the bottle, before handing it to me.

“Doesn’t this defeat the purpose of the glasses?”

“After seeing how wet you are for me, fuck the wine. I want to taste your pussy.” Sloan clasps my biceps with a wicked grin on his handsome face and pulls me toward him.

Luring me in with his lecherous gaze, he stares so intently at me that I feel as though I am a patient he wants to study. I have the need to satisfy him, indulge him and his fantasies. Gripping my face in his hands, Sloan kisses me with so much passion my head spins from the intensity. He’s rough and aggressive when his hands thread through my hair.

Clamping a hand down on my shoulder, Sloan spins me around and flips me onto my stomach. He grips my hips and moves me where he wants. My lips brush against the comforter, and his manly scent fills my nostrils, as he grips my hair and holds me in place.

“Spread your legs,” he demands and shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me.

“Mmm…”

By the time his hand slides up my inner thigh, my entire body is on fire, desperate for more. He takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin, torturing me. Burying his face between my legs, he breathes against my pussy, causing my toes to curl. I moan, softly, gripping the sheets between my fingers as his tongue slips between my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, allowing myself to get lost in the moment. This is our first time alone, without fear of getting caught, in weeks.

Sloan shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing. My entire body sets on fire from Sloan hitting every sensitive spot at once. He stops moving just long enough for me to panic.

What the fuck is he doing? Don’t stop!

Before I can ask, he says, “Ava, are you listening to me?”

“Uh-huh,” I mutter, nervous about what will come next.

“Good. I want you to come all over my fingers and face and do it quickly. Understand?”

“Yes,” I say with a smile, because that’s an order I know I can follow.

“That’s a good girl,” he says and gets back to work.

Once again, he holds my ass tighter, moving my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic that casts a spell on me. My body grows warmer, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. At least I know I won’t disappoint him. He wants me to come for him, and I have no problem doing just that.

My orgasm is mind-shattering, life changing, taking me to the point of ecstasy I have never felt before. My new boss is a sex god, plain and simple. There’s no other way to describe this man and the multiple orgasms he gives me. I moan so loud I scream against the mattress to stifle the sound. Not that it matters now that we’re alone.

I’m usually trying to hide the fact we are together while in public places. Neither of us needs to lose our job over our relationship when we’re both consenting adults. But we still have to be careful, out of fear out being caught. In his bedroom, I can be free and let loose. I remind myself of that fact and do just that.

I moan one last time, my entire body shaking in the process. “Oh. My. God.” Smashing my cheek into the mattress, I lean my head to the side, out of breath.

I expect him to fuck me, but instead, he smacks me on the ass, hitting me hard enough to leave a mark. But it feels good, and I want him to do it again. Sloan leans over me to twist my hair in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “Thank you for dinner, Ava. Your pussy was exactly what I wanted to eat.”

I have no idea what to say, but I lay there, confused. Then, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and fixes the bulge in his pants.

He’s hard, so why doesn’t he want to fuck me?

“Get up,” he orders, giving me a look that could cut through glass. “Go get ready. I’m taking you somewhere.”

“Umm…okay.” My voice is shaky when I speak. “Where are we going?”

He presses his mouth to mine, the taste of my juices still on his lips. “Now, if I tell you that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

With both of his hands gripping my shoulders, he holds me in place, making my head spin when he kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine, the passion behind each kiss so overwhelming. When our mouths finally separate, I have trouble catching my breath. In awe of this man, I am speechless of the power his kiss has over me. And once he takes a step back and locks eyes with me, he leaves me wanting more.

“Ava,” he says, snapping me out of the trance he has me under, summoning me back to reality.

“Yes.” My voice is a whisper in the silent room.

“I wasn’t joking. I bought you something to wear. It’s in the living room. Now, go get dressed.”

I nod and follow him into the hallway without another word. My body tingles at the thought of our plans.