Page 117 of Clinically Delicious
Oh my God.
He’s going to be the death of me.
“Fine. Ten minutes. But if anyone knocks…”
“No one will knock.”
He took my hand and led me down the hallway, checking quickly to make sure it was clear, and pulled me into room three.
The door locked with a soft click and then his mouth was on mine, urgent and demanding, and I stopped thinking about where we were or what we were doing or the fact that this was absolutely, definitely crossing about seventeen different professional boundaries.
His hands slid under my shirt, pulling it over my head, and I gasped as the cool air hit my skin.
“Gabriel.”
“I know.” His mouth moved to my neck, my collarbone, lower. “I know this is crazy. But I can’t—I can’t stop thinking about you. About this. About us.”
Us.
There’s an us now.
We’re an us.
He lifted me onto the exam table, and I should have felt weird about it, should have felt wrong about what we were doing, but all I could focus on was the way his hands felt on my skin, the way his mouth moved against mine, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
“I need you,” he murmured, his hands working at my jeans. “Right now. I need to be inside you.”
Oh my God.
He’s going to kill me.
Death by inappropriate workplace sex.
What a way to go.
I helped him with my jeans, and then his, and then he was pushing inside me and I forgot how to breathe.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He set a hard, fast rhythm that had me gripping the edge of the exam table, biting my lip to keep from crying out as he pumped his dick inside me.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it. Take all of me.”
I’m going to die.
I’m actually going to die.
This is how I go—death by orgasm in a pediatric exam room.
His hand slid between us, finding that perfect spot, and I shattered. My orgasm hit me so hard I saw stars, and I had to bury my face in his shoulder to muffle the sound.
He followed seconds later, his grip on my hips bruising as he came inside me with a low groan.
For a moment, we just stayed there, breathing hard, tangled together, the reality of what we’d just done slowly sinking in.
“We just had sex in a patient room,” I said finally.
