Page 9 of Sweet Torture

“Is that so?” This woman has sarcasm mastered perfectly.

“Possibly.”

She rolls her eyes. “I know you’re lying, but as your nurse, I can’t optnotto go with you.”

That’s right, Ashlyn. I have you over a barrel. But I’d much rather have you bent over a bed.

I shrug. “Gotta do what you gotta do. Job requirements and all.”

“Come on, then.” She escorts me into the bathroom and then moves back to stand in the doorway, arms crossed. Damn, you’d think she’d have a little better attitude toward me, considering how hard I just made her cum. “Go ahead. Do your thing.”

“I will but not until you shut the door.” Gotcha again, Ashlyn.

“I can’t be with you behind a closed door.” Bullshit.

“I’m the patient and I would like a little privacy while I take a piss. I think everyone would agree that’s a legitimate reason for shutting the door.” Let’s see her argue that point.

She sighs and pulls the door closed. “Hurry up before someone comes in.”

I look over my shoulder and grin when I catch Ashlyn checking out my ass. “Like what you see back there?”

She quickly looks away. “No different from every other backside I see.”

“I doubt that.” I’m an athlete—very fit and firm in all the right places. I know I have a great ass. And she knows it too even if she won’t admit it.

I finish and move to the sink to wash my hand. I wet it and squirt soap in my palm. A difficult task to do one-handed. “Help, please?”

She steps forward to assist me, lathering my hand, and I can’t resist lacing my fingers through hers.

She goes motionless. “Owen…”

“You’re about to kick me out of here. You haven’t told me if I’ll ever see you again or not. Let me have this moment, if only fleeting.” Holding her hand isn’t enough. I need more. A lot more.

She shakes her head as she moves my hand back and forth under the running water. “This is a surgery center. I can’t do this here.” She yanks a paper towel from the dispenser. “I’ve already let you do far too much. Definitely grounds for termination if anyone knew.”

She reaches for my hand but it’s already wrapped around her waist, pulling her against me.

We’re facing the mirror—her back pressed against my front, my hard cock poking against her ass. “You feel that, Ashlyn? That’s what you do to me.”

I push her hair from her neck and kiss that spot below her ear, her eyes locked on mine in our reflection. “I never stopped wanting you. Not even for a second.”

She leans into me. She’s almost ready to give in. I feel it coming. “I always wanted you too, Owen. Dreamed so many times about you coming back into my life.”

There’s no possible way I can go another minute without having her. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”

She closes her eyes tightly but doesn’t refuse. I push at the waistband of her scrubs to lower her pants and she doesn’t stop me. That’s as good as a yes in my book.

Her pants and panties drop to her ankles. “Last chance to tell me no.” I say the words though I’m already well aware she isn’t going to deny me. This train is moving too fast to stop now.

I watch her in the mirror, waiting for permission or refusal. “What’s it gonna be, baby? Do you want my cock inside you?”

Her head slowly nods up and down. “Yes. I can’t tell you how much.”

Fuck, yes! “You’re the only girl I’ve ever fucked without a condom. Are you OK with me doing that again?” Please say I can.

“Yes, but I’m not on birth control.” This is impulsive. Crazy. And I don’t care. I want her now.

To hell with caution. To hell with safety. To hell with good judgment.

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