Page 5 of Dr. Intern

Fuck—she’s going to ruin all women for me.

“Well then,” I say smugly, unable to stop my ridiculous grin. “You’ve come to the right guy.”

I crash my mouth against hers, stealing her breath as I kiss her like she’s the last person I’ll ever kiss in my life. Her lips feel soft and warm as they adjust to my insatiable pace, letting me lead just the way she wants—the way she needs.

I sweep my tongue across her lower lip, forcing her mouth open so I can taste all of her. She moans into my throat, the sound ricocheting through my body and landing on my weeping cock.

Her fingers sweep through my hair, finding purchase and tugging slightly. The sensation makes my cock jump in my pants, and I force us to walk back toward the bookshelf, trying to regain control of myself.

If I don’t slow my ass down, I’m going to fuck her against the wall until I bruise her hips and take what I need. And if there’s one thing I know without a doubt, it’s that Claire is not that kind of woman. She’s the kind of woman that you spend hours worshiping, deliberately learning how each nerve reacts to your touch, and studying how she comes apart for you. She’s the kind of woman that even a lifetime of intimacy wouldn’t satiate your hunger for her.

“You’re insanely beautiful,” I murmur in her ear as I push her against the shelves and peel her jacket over her head. I know it’s not what she wants to hear, but it’s what I need to say before I add, “Now take my dick in your hands like the good girl that I know you are. I want you to know what you’re getting into.”

Her cheeks flush crimson with my words as one of her hands traces its way down my chest, the other remaining firmly planted in my overgrown hair. Her touch sears into my body with each inch that her fingers sink lower, and I feel like I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking teenager before she even touches my cock.

Distracting myself, I bend down and kiss along her neck as my hands cup her perky tits. I was right about the bra—it’s made of delicate black lace that leaves very little to the imagination.

Not what I was expecting from a woman who could barely tell me what she liked to read in a sexy book. But damn, if that doesn’t make me want to explore her even more.

Her hand finally reaches my cock, first rubbing her palm over the entire length before firmly gripping the outline. I push my hips into her hand, and she lets out a gasp, either from the surprise of my size or from the way I just pinched her swollen nipples through the lace of her bra.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl as she begins rubbing her hand down the length of my hard cock. “You like the feeling of my cock in your hand? It’s big, isn’t it? But you can take it.”

Her eyes go wide as I flex my dick in her hand, making sure she feels all of me because I’m pretty sure I’ve never been this turned on in my life. My balls tighten at her surprisingly confident touch, and I reach down, cupping her ass cheeks as I lift her into my arms.

There’s no way in hell I’m coming from an over-the-pants hand job.

My mouth finds hers again as I walk us toward the back of the house. Her shaking fingers work to unbutton my shirt as I pull back to suck on her neck in a frenzied haze of desperation.

“More,” she whispers, as we enter the guest room that I’ve been using as my bedroom. “I need more.”

I completely agree and nip at her flushed skin, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket and ignoring it. Whatever it is can wait.

“How much more?” I ask, reaching the foot of my bed and tossing her down.

I need to know how far I can go. How far I can push her. Because if it were up to me, we wouldn’t stop. If I showed up to work tomorrow exhausted because I was playing with her body all night, it would have been worth every consequence.

Reaching down to unbutton the bottom of my shirt, I pull it from my pants and toss it on the floor, waiting for her response.

“All of it,” she replies, watching me with hooded eyes. “Give me everything you’ve got, big boy.”

My cock nearly leaps out of my pants as she runs her tongue over her bottom lip, her gaze slowly traveling across my bare chest. Leaping forward, I drag her to the edge of the bed, suddenly overcome with the need to know if her panties match her bra.

She giggles, arching her back as my fingers dig into the waistband of her skintight leggings. As I’m about to inch them down, my phone’s insistent ringing interrupts the moment. It’s set to ring louder when I receive repeated calls in a short span, signaling urgency.

Pausing my movements, I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself down before verbally berating the person on the other side of my phone. Shooting Claire an apologetic glance, I stand and pull my phone from my pocket, glancing down at the number before answering. Of course—it’s the hospital calling to tell me to get my ass over there for some emergency.

Fuck my fucking life.

Surgical residency is the biggest cockblock known to man.

Chapter 2

Claire

Ihave no idea how my brother Parker and his fiancée Cassidy work at this hospital every day—it’s loud, busy, and so boring. And please don’t get me started on the cafeteria. I heard someone refer to it as the worst food in the state of Georgia, and I definitely agree.

Did I want a half-baked pizza slice for dinner tonight? Nope.

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