Page 73 of Keeping You

“Fuck, I missed this perfect little cunt. So needy and wet for me.”

His dirty talk does things to me. I clench around him again, on the edge of my orgasm.

“I’m not going this long without sinking into you ever again. You’re fucking mine, Spitfire.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant, seconds away from coming.

“You love it when your husband fucks you, don’t you? So needy for me.”

God, his possessiveness and need to know just how much I need him is not something I thought would do it for me, but it does. It makes me wetter and brings me closer to the edge.

He bites my shoulder, and that’s enough to send me over the edge. I bite the collar of my scrub top, hoping that will be enough to muffle the sounds of my screams.

“That’s it. Come for me. Come for your husband.”

A few more thrusts, and I feel him come, too.

Just as his orgasm is ending, the closet door opens, and we both turn to look and see Samantha standing at the door. She stares at us wide eyed. After a few seconds, she pulls the door closed, and Grayson and I put ourselves together.

Before we step out, Grayson stops me and frames my face with his hands. “Are you okay?’

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I just wanted to check, especially with who found us.”

I reach up and cup his face. “Grayson, we’re doing nothing wrong. Maybe we shouldn’t be having sex at the hospital, but it’s not like we’re cheating on anyone. I’m okay. With that orgasm, better than okay.”

He searches my face for a second before letting me go and following me out of the closet. We make our way back to the ER, and after a few minutes, Samantha approaches me. I groan, knowing what’s about to come.

“So, you heard Grayson’s statement about being married and thought you’d be a home-wrecking whore and go after him anyway?”

I chuckle; I can’t help it.

“You think this is funny?” she spits.

“I think your interpretation of it is, yeah.”

She glares at me. “You think that it’s okay to go around ruining marriages? I never thought you could stoop so low. You really are a no-good whore, aren’t you?” Her voice is starting to rise, gaining the attention of more of the nurses and doctors.

Her words mean nothing to me. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, but from the look on Grayson’s face behind her, he’s beyond pissed.

“Samantha,” he growls.

How he has me going from trying to not laugh, to trying not to melt, is a whole other question. Nurses and doctors alike are watching this interaction now.

Samantha turns around and looks at Grayson. “Grayson, I was just?—”

He cuts her off. “You were just what? Sticking your nose in something that is none of your concern? Making a scene at work?”

“It’s just… You… I was… You said you were married and wouldn’t cheat on your wife. Hannah seemed to be intent on making you.”

Grayson throws his head back and laughs. She turns and glares at me.

I stand, wanting to be at even height when I say this to her. “It’s not cheating if I’m his wife.” I hold up my left hand and my rings, and she pales. I see the shock on the other nurses’ and even some of the doctors’ faces. “So, no, I’m not a no-good, home-wrecking whore. You caught me and myhusband.” I make sure to emphasize the word for her.

She turns and looks at Grayson. “You marriedher? Why?”

He scoffs. “That’s really none of your concern, now is it?”

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