It’s after midnight when I creep into Shane’s room with a surprise. It’s my night off, and out of all the places in the city I could be, my first choice is with Shane.

His room is dark, and he’s lying in the reclined bed watching a movie on an iPad. The warm glow of the screen is lighting up his gorgeous face, making me breathe a little quicker.

He takes the buds out of his ears when he notices me walking in, and a big smile widens across his face when he sees what’s floating over my head.

“Wow,” he says, nodding his head in approval when he sees the dozen helium balloons that I’m holding. They all have superheroes on them.

“I felt bad for popping your other ones,” I say as I place them at the foot of his bed.

He laughs as he looks up at them. Batman is floating by my head and holding his fist in the air like he wants revenge on me for popping him the last time we met.

“I should be the one getting you balloons,” he says, watching me as I sit down on his bed. “I never thanked you for saving my life.”

I just shrug. “It’s just part of my job.”

He takes my hand in his and locks his eyes on mine. “Thank you, Madison.”

Is it getting warmer in here?

“Shondra told me that you were helping in the surgery,” he says, looking impressed.

“I was,” I say. “Your organs are lovely. A little banged up from all of those crashes, but lovely.”

He laughs. “I’ve never had someone compliment my organs before. Well, just one of them…”

My cheeks get hot as I think about the organ he’s referring to. And that one is definitely worth complimenting as well.

“So, when you were performing my surgery,” he says, looking at me with a mischievous smile. “Did you have your hands inside of my body?”

“I did,” I answer with a nod.

He grins. “One day I’ll have to repay the favor.”

My cheeks get really hot now when I realize what he’s saying. He just laughs as I give him a look.

“You know, I slipped the surgeon twenty-dollars to remove your tongue,” I say with a grin, “but he refused to do it.”

“You’re going to love my tongue one day,” he says with his sexy eyes sparkling. “It will be your best friend.”

“Not as long as it’s attached to your filthy mouth, I won’t.”

We both laugh, and I can’t help but feel really glad that I came.

“How is your back feeling?” I ask. “Any pain?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he says with a shrug.

“Did Dr. Cooper give you any painkillers?” I ask, reaching for the clipboard at the foot of his bed.

He reaches over and grabs my hand, stopping me. “Let’s not be doctor/patient tonight,” he says in his deep gravelly voice. “And no, I’m not on anything. I want you to know that what I say is what I really feel. There are no drugs making me loopy, nothing that will give you an excuse to disregard my words and run away.”

I gulp as he watches me with an intensity in his eyes that makes me shiver.

“Do you know that feeling you get when you meet someone and they’re so incredible that your heart just can’t take it?” he asks. “You know they’re the one for you and your heart skips a beat?”

“That’s called arrhythmia,” I answer. “And it’s fatal.”

He laughs. “It’s the best thing in the world is what it is. I had that when I first saw you.”

“You were bleeding internally when you first saw me. Your heart was barely beating at all.”

God, that smile. It does it for me every time.

“Be my girlfriend, Madison,” he says. “We’d be so good together.”

“You just want a free doctor to mend all of your broken bones for you,” I say, grinning at him.

He narrows his eyes on me playfully. “Stop avoiding the topic.”

“Stop talking crazy, and I’ll stop avoiding.”

“Why is that crazy?” he asks. “I’m attracted to you, and you’re attracted to me.”

I thrust my chin into the air and laugh. “I’m not attracted to you,” I lie.

He huffs out a laugh and then leans up, pulling his gown off his broad shoulders.

“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling my body tense up.

“Nothing,” he says with a shrug as he pulls his gown down his naked torso and bunches it up over his lap. His wide tattooed chest, hard abs, round arms, and sculpted V in his pelvis are all visible as he lays back down on the reclined bed.

My eyes refuse to blink as I hold my breath and take in the beautiful view.

“You’re not attracted to me?” he asks, watching me with a grin. His abs are rock hard, and they’re not even flexed. How does he do that?

I just shake my head as a whimper eeps out of me.

But this guy is not done. He’s playing dirty, and he goes in for the kill.

Shane takes my wrist and places my hand on his hard abs. I try not to keep swallowing so hard, but it’s tough with the majority of my focus on the beautifully sculpted abs under my palm and fingertips.

“I don’t need a stethoscope to know that your heart is pounding right now,” he says, staring at me with knowing eyes. “I can see it thumping through your shirt. You’re attracted to me. Stop denying it.”

If I stop denying it will he let me keep my hand here for the rest of the night?

“Maybe a little,” I say, barely able to get the words out with the thick frog in my throat.

“So then be my girlfriend,” he says, squeezing my wrist as he pulls me closer. I don’t resist at all as my body goes to his like a moth to the flame. My lips are tingling with need as they get closer to his mouth.

I desperately want to give in. It would feel so good.

Our lips stop a breath away from each other. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I whisper as my heart pounds in my chest.

His arms wrap possessively around me, and he pulls me into his warm shirtless body. “It’s the best idea,” he whispers before pulling me into a deep kiss. I moan as our lips connect and our bodies melt into each other.

A strong hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me against his lips like he’s never going to let me go. It’s a desperate and intense kiss that shakes me to my core.

When Shane finally releases my mouth, I have his bottom lip in my teeth, tugging it as we separate.

“All right,” I say, licking his delicious taste off my lips. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

The wide smile he gives me is so sexy that I just can’t resist putting my lips on his again.

Our kiss is wild and shameless and being so close to the man I’ve been crushing over for the last week is making me crazy. Arousal is coursing through me, making me warm and heated as it settles between my legs.

I’m gliding my tongue over his when my hand decides to have a mind of its own and starts sliding down Shane’s hard abs. My pussy throbs and aches as my fingertips slide under the gown and finds his hard cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans on my lips when my fingers wrap around his thick shaft. My pussy is so wet and ready as I stroke his big dick.

It’s all happening so fast. His hands move to my breasts, and I moan into his mouth as he massages them with his big powerful hands. My nipples are so hard under his touch and they’re aching with the need to be released.

“Oh, Shane,” I moan when I feel a drop of pre-cum ooze out of his cock. I rub it over his head with my thumb as my pussy clenches when I wonder what it tastes like.

My breaths are coming out rough and ragged. I can barely think as the intense lust clouds my brain, shutting down any rational thoughts. I don’t know who pulls down his hospital gown, but suddenly Shane’s hard cock is out, and my wet open lips are moving toward it.

He throws his head back and groans as I take him into my mouth, sliding his big dick through my hungry lips. I coat every inch of it with my tongue before pulling it out and licking it from the base all the way up to the tip. He tastes so fucking good, and I can’t get enough of it.

I’ve crossed the line I promised I wouldn’t cross. I broke the rule I promised I wouldn’t break. But I don’t fucking care about any of that. This feels too good to stop. It feels too right to regret.

“Fuck, that mouth,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “I’ve been dreaming of those lips and that sexy little tongue since I first saw you looking hot as fuck in your lab coat.”

I suck him harder as his filthy words make my pulse race dangerously fast.

“Don’t make me cum, Madison,” he says as his arms flex. “I want to fuck you hard with this big cock. I want you to climb over me and drop your spread pussy down on it.”

A warm thrill rips through me at the thought. I want the same thing. I want to feel him in me. I’m a slave to his words. I’m at his complete and utter mercy. My pussy is aching and ready to do exactly what he says.

Now that I’ve finally given in, I have no restraint left. I’m ready to fuck my patient on his hospital bed. I’m totally corrupted.

And I fucking love it.

His big hands are tugging at the bottom of my shirt, and I release his cock for only as long as it takes him to pull my shirt off, and then I’m back on it, sucking his long dick.

“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he says in a deep throaty voice as he looks at my breasts that are still trapped in my bra. “Take your bra off for me. I want to see your beautiful tits.”

I’m taking short rough breaths as I pull his cock out of my mouth and look over my shoulder at the closed door, cursing the fact that it doesn’t lock. It’s after midnight, and the hall is dark, the room is darker, and the nurses tend not to bother the patients while they’re sleeping. Someone could come in and see us, but right now I’m willing to risk it. Any sense of reason I had disappeared the second I touched his abs.

Shane licks his lips as I stand up and unclasp my bra. “Come here,” he demands in a firm dominant voice that makes my nipples so hard they ache.

I climb over him, being careful not to move him too much as I place a leg on each side of him, straddling his sexy body. I’m wearing a skirt, and I can’t help but be obsessed with the fact that my spread pussy is hovering over his hard, naked cock. Just a thin layer of wet underwear is between them.

He takes my breasts in his big hands and pulls me forward until my nipples meet his lips. I shudder as his hot tongue rolls across the aching nub.

“Oh, Shane,” I moan, arching my back as he sucks on it. He’s driving me wild with the way he’s swirling his tongue around my nipple, and kissing, licking, and nibbling every inch of my breasts. He’s still holding them firmly as he shifts sides, taking my other nipple into his mouth as I lower my hips down.

I glance at the closed door, hoping no one comes in. The thrill of getting caught like this is making it even hotter.

We both moan as my pussy hits his hard shaft, and before I can stop myself, I’m grinding against him. Every time my throbbing clit hits his cock, I get pulled in deeper and deeper until all I can think about is getting his dick inside me.

“Fuck, Madison,” he groans. “You’re so wet for me. I can feel your pussy leaking through your panties onto my cock. Are you always this wet for me?”

“Yes,” I moan as he reaches down and slides his hand over my hot mound. I lift my hips for him and nearly come on the spot when his hand connects with my sex. “I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

The lust has taken over. All of my secrets are coming out.

“I knew it,” he says, smirking as he peels my underwear to the side, exposing my pussy. I crush my lips to his, erasing his smirk as he slides his fingers through my wet folds. He slips a finger inside me, and I moan into his mouth.

It feels so fucking good as he adds another finger and pushes in deeper. Why did I prevent this for so long? Why did I deny that I wanted this?

“Do you touch yourself down here when you think of me?” he asks when I throw my head back and nearly cry out. He slides his two fingers out of me and rubs them over my hard clit, rubbing in little circles as my body stiffens.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he rubs me even harder. “I do. I think of your hard cock and make myself come.”

He grunts his approval and slides his skilled fingers back in, taking turns between my hole and my clit until I’m stuffing my face into the pillow and coming on his hand.

The pillow drowns out most of my cry as the orgasm tears through me, sending waves of heated pleasure flowing through every inch of my body all the way to my core.

My legs are trembling as Shane takes over, gripping my waist with his powerful hands. My panties are still peeled to the side as I grab his cock and guide it into my pussy.

This time I have no pillow to scream into, so I just clench my teeth and hiss out a moan as I slide down his length, enjoying every delicious inch.

He’s so big and thick. I’ve never been with anyone who even came close to filling me like this. Once I slide all the way down, I just hold him there, enjoying the feeling of him stuffing me completely. Our glossy eyes meet as I rub my clit on his hard pelvis, enjoying the shocks of pleasure shooting through my body.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. The door is unlocked, and anyone can just walk in and see me servicing my patient in the most intimate way. “This is so wrong,” I moan as I stare into his eyes.

But it doesn’t stop me from moving my hips up and down on his cock.

“I know,” he whispers back. “But I don’t want to stop.”

“Me neither.”

His hands move to my ass as I start moving my hips up and down faster, trying to be careful that I don’t break his back again.

I glance at the door as our groans start to come out louder and faster. He squeezes my ass cheeks and throws his head back, looking like he’s about to come.

“Come on my cock, Madison,” he groans. “Let that tight pussy go.”

His sexy tattooed arms and massive chest flex as his big cock pulses deep in my pussy, and he lets go with a low roar. The sight of him coming is enough to send me crashing over the edge and another orgasm rips through my body. White spots dance behind my eyelids as I force back the scream that’s desperately trying to claw its way out of my throat.

When we finally come down from the insane high, I fall into his arms, being careful not to place any weight on his back. He wraps his big arms around me and kisses my sweaty cheek.

I could stay like this forever, feeling completely safe and protected in his embrace. He’s my patient and is supposed to be in my care, but I feel like I’m in his.

“I hope you don’t do that with all of your patients,” he says with a smile when we’ve finally caught our breath.

I shake my head that’s resting on his muscular chest. “Just the ones that have my heart.”

“I have your heart?” he asks, smiling even wider.

“You’re wrapped around it like a cardiomyoplasty,” I say, smiling when I hear him laugh.

Patient or not. I don’t care anymore.

Those rules were made by a broken girl with a broken heart.

I’m ready for a new rulebook.

One that includes Shane.