ELIZABETH

I quickly scan the post-apocalyptic disarray that renovation has left behind on the Seventh Floor. It being this late, construction is shut down until morning.

Caden stands up from behind an enormous slab of drywall. “Checking to see if we’re alone?”

My lips part, blood pounding. “Just having a look around.”

He strolls closer. “Interesting location for a discussion.”

“It’s a sensitive subject on many levels.”

He nods to the dirty floor. “Best to be discreet.”

“For a conversation,” I insist, voice firm.

“I understand. That’s what I meant.” Almond eyes make their way up my body, lighting it up. “Let’s talk.”

“I think the flirting must stop, Dr. Cocker.”

“Agreed.”

“Because of our positions, the need for me to be objective, these factors have made me decide that I need you to stop…being on my mind.”

He blinks, taken aback. “You’re thinking about me? How much?”

I step away, looking around the wreckage so I don’t throw myself at him. “Because of the flirtation, I am concerned.”

“You’ve got something on your cheek.” Caden walks up. I stay still so he can remove it, staring into his warm eyes as he stares at my cheekbone and gently, slowly, traces the side of my face with his knuckles, fist loose.

“There is nothing on my cheek, is there.”

He locks eyes with me, voice thick, “No.”

“I don’t think you heard what I said.”

“Yes, I did. You said, meet me on a floor where no one will be. We need to stop this flirtation. And we do. I completely agree.” Caden unravels my hair from its bun, and in so doing, unravels me. He cups my head, pulling me in. Our lips touch, and I’m dizzy with the forbidden. His feel so good pressing harder, closed then breaking open and molding my lips.

“Caden, we can’t do this!”

He nods, eyes dark with lust as he searches me. “You just called me Caden…Elizabeth.” He slams his lips onto mine, making me moan as I unbutton his coat. He pulls mine up, slips his hand inside the front of my scrubs and hovers outside of my ache. He flips me around to the wall, my hands slapped on it as his erection moves against my ass. He has me so wet I’ll need new panties.

“Is this what you want, Elizabeth?”

“Oh God, this is so wrong. We can’t do this!”

“You want my cock or don’t you?”

I moan, “Yes!”

Through his scrubs I feel his length growing harder. “Feel how much I want you, too? We could stop right now. I could back away and stop grinding on you if you really want that.”

Biting my lip and shutting my eyes tightly as heat pools in my core, I say the words I’ll never be able to erase. “We have to fuck before anyone sees we’re gone.”

Caden yanks my pants down, groaning as he tugs my panties over my ass, next.

I arch it and feel the naked head of his cock against one of my cheeks. “Let’s take this coat off, keep it somewhere it won’t get dusty.” Peeling it from me, he puts his and mine together on a protruding steel wire. Over my shoulder I’m watching him stare at me. He bends down, licks my right cheek and gives it a pinch that hurts so good. “You’ll see that mark later and think of this moment.”

He spreads my legs.

I whimper with anticipation.

Wires protrurde from half-constructed walls. Tools are abandoned. There are fast food wrappers, sheet rock (sheet rock—really?) and everything about the grime and disarray gets me going. It’s the opposite of the cleanliness that pervades every aspect of our professional lives.

Sliding his cock slowly inside me, my second-year resident groans, “Slippery little pussy, Elizabeth. You want me filling up your hot cunt until you’re stretched. I’m going to burn this memory into your mind with every inch of me.”

I grimace as need escalates, surprised at how the word cunt from his rasping lips made me feel. I moan over and over as he follows through with all of these promises. The sheer pleasure of his size has me clawing this wall. “Keep talking, Caden!”

Diving deeply in, he separates my cheeks, leans forward to hiss in my ear, “Want it dirty, that what you want, you greedy little slut? Love to be fucked on the clock, d’ya?” He moves faster, balls slapping a steady beat. “You like your pussy stroked by a big cock like mine, huh?”

I choke, “Say it again!”

He nibbles my ear, slowing the thrusts and teasing me on purpose. “Which part?”

“The part I’m not supposed to like.”

“Greedy. Little. Slut. Your pussy wants all of me, just like this. And this. And this.”

“Oh!” I start to move on him, fucking him back, rougher, hungrier. “This is the last time you ever talk like that to me.”

“First time.”

“And the last!”

“Then I’d better make you remember it,” he growls, circling his hips and reaching around to lightly touch my clit. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming, the metallic hint of blood unmistakable.

He is as good as I knew he would be. Years of avoiding this and here I am taking it from behind, body lit up with goosebumps traveling down my side as he licks my ear. I crane my neck and our lips lock. We moan into each other’s mouths as his cock moves faster. The tiny flicks he gives my clit are barely touching it, the worst and best feeling. I’m so close.

“I’m going to make you cum harder than you ever have. I’m going to make you touch yourself on the memory of my hungry cock for years. I’m going to fantasize about your pussy dripping for me. Taking all of me in. Yielding to my size. Arching your ass up like a cat’s so I get in deeper. Oh, that’s it. Cum for me. Shiver more.” Pulling my head back by my hair, Caden pants, “Cum for me! Give me that sweet stuff.” I whimper as the burn slides past the edge, clit pounding, labia clenching his base. He slams a couple hard strokes and I turn into a puddle. He releases my clit, uses both hands to separate my ass cheeks. “Dirty Elizabeth.” His right thumb circles the outside of my anus and I cry out in surprise, pleasure ripping my orgasm into fresh outbursts. “Ooh, you like that, huh? Fuck, I’m gonna cum if I stay a second longer.”

“Don’t do it inside of me!”

He chuckles, “I know, I know. Don’t worry,” slowly pulling out and wincing with the sexiest look in his eyes.

I turn around and sure enough, there it is, the cock of the century. With his left hand Caden strokes his veiny length while staring at the damp and glistening hairs between my legs.

Iridescent liquid shoots out of his crimson mushroom-shaped tip. He sharply breathes in, grimacing and gorgeous. With one last exhale he gathers himself together and pulls tissues out of his coat pocket, handing half to me as he passes my coat.

I stare at the well-timed offering. “You had these for a patient?”

“Brought them for you.” At my appalled expression, Caden smirks, “In case you started to cry when I said that’s the last time we’ll fuck.”

Cocking an eyebrow I clean up with as much modesty as is possible under these conditions. “Then you should keep these for yourself.” I hand him the used tissues, righting my clothing and heading for the elevator. “Because you’ll need ‘em when you realize I meant that.”

“You go on ahead, Dr. Myers. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing us. I’ll take the stairs.”

As the mirrored doors whoosh close, he winks at me. As soon as I’m alone, I start laughing, fix my hair, wipe my lips, pull it together. Somehow I must make that one-time-only vow stick.