Page 72 of Keeping You

The next two and a half weeks are a blur. We fall back into a regular routine, and it’s kind of nice. I’ve learned I like having someone to come home to after a long day at work, and it’s only made better that it’s someone who gets it. It’s a Saturday, and we’re both working the night shift and I’m preparing myself for the craziness. Weekend evening shifts are some of the worst in the ER. People don’t have work the next day and do stupid shit while drinking.

We ride in together and manage to make it through the first half of the crazy shift. We take our break together, and when we return to the floor, I see Samantha sitting at the nurses’ station like she’s waiting. When she spots Grayson, she pushes out of her chair and walks up to him.

“Grayson, I was looking for you. I was hoping to maybe take our breaks together and talk.”

“I just took my break,” he says, brushing her off.

“Okay, well, how about tomorrow? We’re working the same shift then.”

Grayson looks up from the chart he’s scanning. “I don’t think so.”

Frustration radiates off her. “We haven’t been able to catch up in so long, Grayson,” she whines, and I have to hold back my laugh. She sounds like a petulant child.

She looks over her shoulder at me and smirks before she reaches out and grabs his arm.

He looks at where she’s touching him before looking at her, his face completely blank.

“Grayson, please,” she says while batting her eyelashes.

I reach for my cup of water and take a sip to suppress my laugh.

Grayson’s voice comes out with restrained frustration as he says, “Samantha, I highly recommend you let go of me. No, we will not be sharing a meal together. You’ve seen my wedding ring, and we’ve discussed the fact that I’m married. You have chosen to ignore it, but I do not. I am married. And like I’ve said before, I will not be cheating on my wife, so I recommend you quit while you’re ahead.”

She plasters on a fake smile and says, “Lucky woman.”

He shakes his head. “I’m the lucky one by far. She can do much better.”

Hearing Grayson defend our marriage like that not only gives me the warm and fuzzies, but also turns me the hell on. Grayson and I haven’t had sex since we’ve returned from his parents’. I don’t know why, but I’m all built up now. There’s only so much my vibrator can do for me. I need Grayson to fuck me—sooner than later.

Samantha drops her hand before she turns and leaves. Grayson gives me a nod before he heads to bay three to tend to the patient there. I’m on edge for the next three hours, counting down the minutes until our next short break.

When it’s time, I find Grayson and stop right beside him, whispering as quietly as I can, “Storage room, fifth floor, east wing.”

He gives me a curious look, and I say, “Now.” He realizes the seriousness in my words and leaves. I head in the opposite direction, taking the long way there. When I get there, he’s already waiting for me.

“Hannah, what’s going on?” he asks.

I hold up a condom I snagged on my way up.

His jaw drops. “Here?” he asks.

“Yes. Right here, right now.”

He stalks after me, backing me into the wall and bending down to run his nose up the column of my neck. I feel him inhale deeply, and goosebumps scatter across my skin. I reach for his scrubs, undo the tie, and reach my hand inside, finding his cock. I give it a few strokes, feeling it harden in my grip. His hand slips inside my scrubs and panties, and he runs a finger between my folds. I’m fucking soaked for him. Just thinking about his words from earlier has me wet, but having him this close again, inhaling his scent, has me ravenous.

He slowly slips a finger inside, teasing me.

I grip his shoulders tightly. “We don’t have time for you to tease me,” I exhale.

He pulls his hand out, pushes my scrubs down my legs, and pushes his down until his erection pops free. He grabs the condom from me and tears it open with his teeth before rolling it down his cock. I watch him with rapt attention. It’s been too long since I’ve truly seen him. He turns me around and bends me at the waist. I press my hands against the wall and look over my shoulder, watching his every move.

He grips his cock and runs it through me, teasing my clit, and I chew on my lip before he feeds it into me slowly, inch by inch. I pant as I try not to moan. I chose a closet in the least active partof the hospital at night, but I don’t want someone to hear us. Or maybe I do. I don’t know anymore when it comes to Grayson.

Grayson grips my ponytail and asks, “What are you?” I know exactly what he wants to hear, and I give it to him.

“Your needy little cock whore.”

He groans in my ear as his thrusts come at a punishing pace. He loves when I tell him I’m his. His thrusts are perfect and deep, hitting that spot. Every. Single. Time. His hand reaches around and finds my clit, his finger flicking it twice, and I clench around him.

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