Page 77 of The Bitter Rival

“Sure.” She winks.

I lean over the back of her chair as she enters the information, looking through the machine for the right image. As I inhale her scent, I nuzzle her hair and give the side of her neck a flick of my tongue.

“Bas,” she scolds.

“Hmmm?” I sneak my hands across her lower belly, caressing her groin through her scrub pants.

“Bas, someone could come in here.”

“You’re right.” I immediately pull my hands away and laugh when I hear her exhale in disappointment.

“Come with me,” I urge.

“What?”

“It’ll only be a minute. Just tell them you went to the bathroom or something.”

“Where are we going?”

“Just come with me,” I repeat. She follows along behind me as I push through the doors connecting to the main radiology department. I walk briskly down the hall, feeling her on my heels. I try to look at my phone, so it appears there’s nothing to see between the two of us. Spotting the angiography suite, I check the door. It’s locked, but I have a key. Opening it quickly, I push the door open to allow her entry.

“What are we-”

“Shhh,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her along behind me to an area I’ve used in the past to review films and dictate notes when I knew the area was closed for the day and needed the quiet. Turning to her, I lift and place her on the counter in front of several large monitors, displaying films from procedures performed earlier in the day. I waste no time dipping my hand into her scrubs. “Hell, you’re already wet for me.”

“Bas,” she groans.

“You’ve got to be quiet, baby.” I drop to my knees and pull her scrub pants down. Looking up at her shocked face, I see the panic there. “I’ve got you, GG. I swear. It’s fine.” Another look crosses her features, and I immediately know what she’s thinking. “No. I’ve never done this with anyone else.”

She visibly relaxes until I pull her panties to the side and swipe my tongue through her swollen, wet folds. “Oh, my god, Bas.”

“GG. No one’s going to find us unless you keep squealing like that.” I laugh.

“Sorry. Please continue.” She giggles back.

Resuming my delicious assault on her pussy, I suck and finger fuck her until I feel like she’s close to the edge. Sure, I’d normally relish the idea of her coming all over my face, but I have work to get back to, and this is risky enough.

Her moans and continuous whimpering are making me unravel. My dick is so hard, it could rip right through my trousers. Standing to my full height, looking down at Bella’s glassy lust-filled orbs, I lower my zipper, pull out my needy cock, and plunge deeply into her.

A loud gasp escapes her, and I have to reach up momentarily to cover her mouth as I hold onto the counter with my other hand and continue to plow into her. As the monitors start to shake, I make a mental note to control my thrusts, so they don’t all come crashing down to the floor.

“Fuck. You’re the best medicine, Bella. I was having a shit day, and then you,” I groan quietly, panting into her ear. “Fucking come for me, GG,” I beg.

Isabella leans forward, biting into my starched white dress shirt as her orgasm tears through her. I can feel her pussy convulsing around me, prompting my release.

I groan louder than I must’ve realized, Bella’s hand flying up to cover my mouth as I empty into her. I was so engrossed in her body and its reaction to our encounter, I’d forgotten where I was for a moment. Leaning into her, I try to calm my breathing.

“Bas?”

“Yeah,” I pant.

“Do you have a handkerchief or something I can clean up with?”

“What?” Hell, I didn’t check to see if it was that time of the month, but obviously, there’s no tampon-

It suddenly hits me. We didn’t use a fucking condom. What the hell has happened to me? I thought I’d crossed the finish line quickly because she was so revved up, and we were in public. “Are you on the pill?”

“No,” she whispers, sounding nervous.

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