CADEN

Moments after I appear among the wreckage, she storms in. “Let’s get one thing straight! Never talk to me like that again in public!”

Grabbing her head, I smash a kiss into angry lips. She melts, moans into my mouth, and shoves me away with force. I gather her close as she glares up at me. Her eyes close, head tilting up for a kiss. We lock together, tongues lacing, sliding. My hair is quickly scattered by greedy fingers.

Moaning into me one second, here she goes shoving me away again, the next.

Furious, I pace and snarl, “Elizabeth!”

She’s quietly panting, staring beneath hooded lashes. “Did I tell you that you could stop, Cocker?”

Rushing forward, I pull our crotches together and groan as my erection finds what it wants. I’m tugging my white coat off as she unbuttons it. “Fuck,” I rasp because I’m in trouble. We store the coats, tear our shirts off and my lips part at the sight of her standing in only a white bra and black pants.

“You wear this lacy bra for me?” I free one breast from its prison. Bending, I thrust my tongue out to lick her nipple. “Did you hope I would see your lacy bra, Dr. Myers?”

She moans, “No,” cradling my head.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ did, you little liar.” I burrow into pillowy cleavage that could get me lost for days. Flicking open the snap I push the bra out of my way, leave it hanging on her shoulders. I can’t stop kissing these, kissing her, gnawing this sweet flesh, inspiring each nipple to a taut little crest of ache. They elongate, pressing against my hot tongue. Her head is thrown back. I feel her grab my crotch and moan, “Yes,” rising up to mold her mouth with mine.

The next second I’m sliding her pants off and get a smirk at the matching panties she wore. “I knew you hoped this would happen.”

“I had no idea it would!”

“Yeah, but you hoped.”

She kicks off her shoes. A slow tug of damp panties down her thighs gives me a delicious moment where I breathe in the beauty of glistening tufts of curly hair, the slope of her smooth legs, smoother than they were at Digby’s.

Has she been shaving these every day for me, just in case? Or is she seeing someone else? Nah, I’m not even worried about that. I’m the one she wants. I know I’ve been thinking about that last time every damn day, too.

“I’ve gotta taste you,” I grunt, hoisting her leg over my shoulder so my tongue can dive into her dampness, taste the salty sweetness of her secrets.

Shocked fingers speed into my hair, fisting it as she rubs her aching pussy on my tongue. “You’re so good at that, Caden!”

Downstairs, where she only calls me by my last name, people are wondering where we are. Bet they’d be surprised if they heard her cumming on my tongue the way she is now. I lap it all up and want more.

My desire is to stretch this out, make it last all night.

We don’t have the luxury.

I’m going to find a way to fuck her outside of this hospital at a later date so I can bask in the way she makes me feel.

I’m so hard I’m burning up.

I plant myself on the ground and she hurriedly straddles me, taking my length into her shivering pussy while I watch her expressions change. Her lust is locked squarely with mine. Our lips lock as my cock finds her edges. “So tight, you’re squeezing me,” I rasp into her panting lips as she rides my shaft. “And your tongue is pure fantasy material.”

“Yours, too,” she moans, closing her eyes and crashing into me. I thrust my hips up, and she rises from her squat a little. Don’t know if it’s to help or because she can’t help but fuck me back. The woman loves control, and I’m all about it.

“You don’t want me talking back to you, Dr. Myers?”

Biting my lip she warns, “You better not.”

“What if I tell you off in front of Chief Oberhan?”

She moans, “No! Don’t ever do that! You’re so hard!”

My hips move fast to give her a few rough fucks. “I’m gonna tell him how wet you get.”

“No!” she whimpers, panting and pulling my head back by my hair.

“I’m going to fuck you on his desk one day.”

“No!” She uses all of her weight to sit on my cock. “We can’t!”

“Yeah, we can.” I nibble on her chin. “We’re going to fuck at the nurse’s station. Everyone is going to watch.” I take possession of her mouth, straightening out my legs while she continues to straddle me. I plant my hands next to my hips and use my arms to lift up, arching in order to thrust deep. She helps, bending one knee and holding herself up with the other hand to help. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Elizabeth.”

She stares into my eyes. “I’m gonna—” Before she can finish, I feel the hot grip take hold of my length again and again.

“How ‘bout I cum inside you?”

She bursts into a smile. “Now I know you’re joking.”

I grin back because she’s right. “Oh fuck, I want to. The way you’re squeezing my dick I want to cum inside you so deep it stays there until you’re talking with the chief over a cup of coffee to get you through another shift.”

She laughs, then her eyes flicker and she lunges for my mouth, starts fucking me harder.

Holy shit!

What is she trying to do?

Make what I just said a reality?

She feels so good.

I’m closer than I should be.

Have to stop. Have to. Must…

“Fuck!” I roar, grabbing her hips, pulling out, scooting backward and wincing because something just sliced the skin on my right cheek. I’m stroking myself, shooting everything, that pain mixed with this pleasure. My attending is watching me lose myself, her eyes narrowed with lust. Some women love to watch a man lose control—and of course she has turned out to be one of those. “My lab coat. Grab the tissue.”

“Get it yourself,” she smirks, standing up and looking so hot I have to stare.

Those thighs, I want to lose myself between them for days.

Chuckling, I rise and walk to get something to clean off with.

“Caden!”

Looking over my shoulder I see the horror in her eyes, and flick a glance back to the floor she’s pointing at. A bloody nail is sticking out from the ripped flooring. Yup, I’m bloody, too.

On a smirk I joke, “Looks like I need a doctor. Know any?”

Reaching for her abandoned pants, she shakes her head. “We can’t let someone treat you for that. It has to be me. You’ll need a tetanus shot.”

“Let Janet prick me. It’ll make her month.”

We lock eyes and her shoulders relax. “You’re hilarious.”

Cleaning myself up, I laugh under my breath, “I know.”

“I’ll meet you down there,” she mutters, lost in thought. “That nail is dirty. Hurry up.”

“Myers, I can shoot up my own shoulder. You think I don’t know how?”

She blinks at me, and a smile spreads. “Right. What am I thinking?”

I know what I’m thinking.

She cares about me.