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"Is that what you really want?" Lillian asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Rebecca’s gaze hardened, the tenderness from moments before slipping away. "This doesn’t change anything. You’re still my intern."
Lillian bit her lip, nodding slowly, though her heart sank at Rebecca’s words. She had known what this was and had knownthat Rebecca wasn’t one for emotional attachment. But hearing it out loud stung in a way she hadn’t expected.
Rebecca turned her back, gathering her things with quick, practiced movements. "Nothing about our professional relationship will change. Do you understand?"
Lillian nodded again, her throat tight. "I understand."
Rebecca didn’t say another word as she left the room, the door clicking shut behind her. And just like that, the heat, the passion—they were gone, replaced by the cold reality of what had just happened.
Lillian stood there for a long time, her heart still racing, her skin still buzzing with the memory of Rebecca’s touch. She had known this would be dangerous, known that getting involved with Rebecca could only lead to complications. But part of her—the part that craved that rush, that thrill—wanted more.
She wasn’t sure what this made her or how long she could keep going like this, but as she looked around the empty, sterile room, one thing became clear: the hospital wasn’t just her sanctuary anymore. It was her prison. And the one thing that made her feel alive was the very thing that could ruin her.
As she walked through the deserted hallways, the fluorescent lights flickering above, Lillian’s mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. Rebecca’s coldness, the way she had pulled back so easily—it hurt. But it also drew her in deeper. There was something intoxicating about Rebecca’s emotional unavailability, something that made Lillian want to break through those walls, no matter the cost.
The hospital felt even emptier now, the stark white walls reflecting the loneliness creeping into Lillian’s chest. But despite the pain, despite the danger, she couldn’t stop thinking about the next time.
6
REBECCA
Rebecca sat at her desk, the faint glow of her computer screen illuminating the darkened office. The hum of the hospital around her had become white noise, a constant backdrop to her meticulously controlled life. She glanced at the time—past midnight—and sighed. The surgery had gone long, as expected, but the real weight on her mind wasn’t the patient or the paperwork in front of her. It was Lillian Harrington. Lillian’s beautiful green eyes looking adoringly at her. Lillian’s head tipped back crying out as she came for Rebecca’s fingers or tongue. Lillian’s lovely golden hair like silk in her fingers as she used it to hold Lillian steady while she fucked her.
Resisting Lillian, as hard as she had tried, had been futile.
Their late-night rendezvous had become routine. After long surgeries, after the rest of the hospital had fallen into a quieter rhythm, they found each other in on-call rooms, empty scrub rooms, or anywhere they could steal a moment. The attraction had always been undeniable, but now it was consuming them both, pulling them into something they couldn’t—or wouldn’t—stop.
Rebecca knew the risks, knew how dangerous this was for both of them, but every time Lillian pressed her lips to hers, every time their bodies collided in the dark, it was like a fuse that couldn’t be extinguished. And yet, when the moment passed, Rebecca snapped the walls back into place. Their affair was physical—nothing more, nothing less. She wouldn’t allow it to be anything else.
She closed the file in front of her with a sharp click, her jaw tight. The gala was this weekend, and her mother’s words from their phone call earlier still echoed in her mind. "You will not embarrass me, Rebecca. Make sure you look the part." Vivian Lang’s voice had been cool, detached, as it always was. The gala was a necessary evil, an event where the elite medical community gathered to display their accomplishments and accolades, and for someone like Rebecca, it was a reminder of the expectations placed on her from birth.
She hated it.
Not the success or the recognition—that part she excelled in—but the spectacle, the constant pressure to live up to an image that felt suffocating. Her mother’s demands, the need to be perfect, to be distant, to be...something more.
But even the impending gala wasn’t enough to distract her from what was happening between her and Lillian. Despite how hard she tried to compartmentalize, Lillian had started to bleed into every part of her life. That was a problem. A problem Rebecca had no intention of letting spiral out of control.
Later that night, after her paperwork was done and the hospital had settled into its quiet rhythm, Rebecca found herself walking down the familiar hallway toward the on-call room. She didn’thave to check to know Lillian was already there; she always was. They had developed a routine, a dangerous one, but one they both seemed drawn to with reckless abandon.
As Rebecca pushed open the door, her eyes immediately found Lillian, sitting on the edge of the bed, her green eyes tired but alert. Strands of blonde hair framing her beautiful face. There was something electric about these moments, the ones where words weren’t necessary, where the attraction between them spoke louder than anything either could say.
Rebecca crossed the room, her gaze locked on Lillian’s as she closed the distance between them. She could feel the tension, the heat between them, but she wouldn’t let it be anything more than what it was. Lillian stood, stepping into Rebecca’s space, her breath shallow, and before either of them could think twice, Rebecca’s lips were on hers.
The kiss was heated, intense, as it always was. Rebecca’s hands gripped Lillian’s waist, pulling her close, feeling the press of their bodies as the rest of the world faded into the background. She loved the way Lillian responded to her, the way she melted into her touch, the way their stolen moments felt like they existed outside of time.
But Rebecca kept her control, even now. She let Lillian have this—the intimacy, the heat—but she never let it go deeper. She couldn’t. Outside of these rooms, she was still Dr. Rebecca Lang, Lillian’s mentor, the renowned surgeon, the woman who couldn’t afford to lose control. And she wouldn’t.
Her fingers were quickly inside Lillian’s panties and dipping lower and pressing inside her pussy. It felt just as exquisite as always, being inside her. She loved the little moans Lillian made and the way her breathing quickened and her pupils dilated as she neared orgasm. She was used to Lillian’s body now, how it responded to her, how much Lillian enjoyed being fucked deepand hard. She knew Lillian’s orgasm was close as she thrust into her.
“Eyes on me,” she said and Lillian’s beautiful big green eyes opened obediently and looked at her. She loved seeing Lillian’s eyes as she came.
“Good girl. Now, come for me.”
She felt Lillian tightening around her fingers and her body begin to shudder. Her pupils were wide and glazed with lust. Lillian cried out loudly as her orgasm flooded her body and the palm of Rebecca’s hand.
“Oh my god….” Lillian’s voice was dry.
