“Yes, you did.” I touch her toes through the blanket. “Gabi will administer your pain medication now.”
“What do I need drugs for?”
Pausing, I remind her, “Your hip hurts.”
Her eyes widen like a child’s. “Yes, it does! How did you know?”
“A little birdie told me. But we’ll get you fixed up so that it doesn’t. Rest and enjoy your show, Mrs. Thorpe.”
“I love this program!” she smiles, leaning back while Gabi steps toward the IV bag.
CHAPTER 17
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
