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“Quinn, I’m right there, but you have to come with me. I want to see it. I want to watch you leak everywhere and cry out for me. My fucking name. I want my fucking name on your lips. Do it!”

“Yes. Fuck!” Then she cries out the best thing I’ve ever heard. “Rhett!”

It’s just that once. But she did it for me, and I know it. My balls tighten up and my stomach clenches and white-hot cum shoots from my cock in jerky waves. The pleasure is intense, but the pornographic view is so much better than anything I’ve ever seen before.

She presses her finger down on her clit, her thighs and hand trembling before she goes slack. I have cum all over me. It’s fucking everywhere, but I don’t give a shit.

A moment later, her sweet, sleepy face comes into view, and my heart shifts in a different direction. This one isn’t bound by lust or quickened by my dick. This one is possibility—something I never knew could feel this sweet until now.

8

QUINN

Two weeks later

“Hey, Yang, Dr. Reyes’s assistant asked me to have you come upstairs when you’re done with your surgery.”

I lift my head from the basin where I’m scrubbing out to take in the intern of my colleague. “You know people don’t call me that to my face. Only behind my back.”

He blanches. “I heard people say… that is, I thought⁠—”

“You’ve been a doctor for all of ten minutes. You’re not supposed to think yet. You’re supposed to do as you're told and not kill people with misplaced arrogance. Tell my mother I’ll be right up.”

His ears turn red, but he smartly goes off to text her, which is really a fool’s errand since my mother already texted me, and I’m planning to head up after I’m finished scrubbing out and put in my post-op notes.

“You’re brutal,” Sarah Jane, my scrub nurse, says as she comes in beside me.

“Not my fault that he’s not smart enough to know that you should never call a superior by a nickname that’s meant to be an insult.”

“Fair. Do you want the usual for orders? I can put them in for you if you need to get upstairs.”

“Thanks. If you don’t mind, that would be great. Evidently, I’ve been summoned.”

“Oh yes. It’s draft day for you.”

Draft day is what we playfully call the day when we’re given a sports team to work with for the year. I’ve had baseball, soccer, and basketball. I’m praying for hockey, but as I get upstairs, I can tell by my mother’s expression this isn’t going to be what I want to hear.

“Oh, come on, Mom. Don’t do it.”

“Football.”

I almost cry. “You know I don’t want football. You’ve been hinting at it for months, and I always pushed back.”

My mother sits on the edge of her desk and fiddles with a pen in her hand. “Quinn, this doesn’t come from me. It comes directly from Limpdick.”

“You really need to stop calling Dr. Limbick that. I almost said it in the middle of surgery the other day.”

“I know. Bad habits and all that. I’ve been calling him Limpdick behind his back since I started here, but in fairness to me, I didn’t make it up, and I wasn’t the first. Regardless, it’s not my call. I know you prefer hockey and basketball to football, but it’s part of your residency in this program.”

“He’s retiring. Why does he care? And if you’re the new chief, then you can make the executive call.”

“That’s not how it works. When you signed your contract with us, you knew this was going to be part of it. Everyone gets something they don’t want at some point. I’m doing you a favor with this.”

I’m wholly unimpressed. “Explain that.”

“You’re a fourth year, and next year is your last in this program before you do a fellowship. If you want hockey, then you should do that as your fifth-year sports rotation.”

Ugh. I hate it when she makes sense.