Desperate Desires (Mergers & Acquisitions #3)

Chapter 15-y

S o this is how it feels—floating on cloud nine.

Well, no, not really.

I wasn’t floating anywhere. In reality, I was planted in a vinyl armchair in the tenth-floor lounge, chasing a much-needed cup of coffee like it held the secret to survival.

The harsh hum of fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, and the distant beep of monitors was a constant reminder that this wasn’t some dreamscape.

This was life on the front lines.

I’d spent the last ten hours trudging through surgical rounds, and exhaustion clung to me like a second skin.

Every part of my body felt heavy, like my muscles had finally waved the white flag of surrender.

Of course, my shenanigans the night before were partially to blame for my exhaustion. Oh yeah. I definitely needed some actual sleep time in bed.

Not that I was complaining. I hummed deep in my throat just thinking about the reason for the delicious soreness in my limbs and between my thighs.

Going back to bed sounded great, but I still had six more hours to go—six endless, uphill hours that felt like scaling Everest with no oxygen.

My stomach growled, a low, angry rumble that reminded me I’d skipped my last meal break. Doctors rarely ate leisurely meals, and there was absolutely nothing appetizing in the hospital cafeteria.

I wandered over to the small table where a basket usually held semi-nutritious snacks—protein bars, bananas, if I was lucky.

Today? Empty. Of course.

Just a lonely pile of crumbs at the bottom, as if taunting me. I sighed, resigned to wait until I passed the vending machine, where my choices ranged from ancient granola bars to candy that looked like it came from the last decade.

For now, it was just me and my lifeline—my cup of energy-renewing liquid. AKA rich, black coffee with two generous shots of caramel and a sinful dollop of cream.

I took a slow, deep sip, savoring the warmth as it slid down my throat.

Maybe I wasn’t floating, but in that moment, with the caffeine beginning to stir something awake inside me, it felt like the closest thing to flying I’d get today.

Unless, of course, he came by tonight.

I could not stop the smile from spreading across my face as I recalled how I’d woken up early that morning with Ono Bottarelli’s sexy as fuck face between my thick ass thighs.

The man had one helluva appetite.

He’d licked me from ass to clit and didn’t stop till I came twice, squirting my pleasure all over his chin to which he replied by spanking my ass and calling me his good girl before fucking me on all fours like some wild, pornographic dream.

Dear Lord.

Ono was like a sex god.

A crazy good looking, hard as fuck god of a man who seemed to want me.

Me? Can you believe that?

The rational part of my brain said of course he wanted me. I was a well-educated woman, a doctor, for fuck’s sake, and I wasn’t half bad to look at.

He could do worse.

Fuck yes, he could do much worse.

Not to toot my own horn, but I was a catch. I was a good person. I was funny, generous, and loyal.

Hell, what was I trying to do? Convince myself of the reasons Ono should date me?

Ugh. This was pathetic. He never even said he’d call when I left for work this morning.

Truth was, I did not know how to do this. My last actual boyfriend had been while I was in med school, and he’d been just as busy as me.

We used to compare schedules and pencil each other in for dates and sex. Which was probably why it had ended so quickly.

I’d never considered settling down with anyone, but the feelings I had for Ono defied reason. I wanted more from him than the occasional booty call, but I didn’t know how to tell him.

Would I come off as needy? Would he laugh in my face?

“This is why people use apps,” I told myself, walking to throw out my now empty coffee cup.

The lounge door creaked open, cutting through the clinical hum of the room.

Instinctively, I flicked my gaze toward the entrance, expecting to see another exhausted resident, or maybe a nurse, grabbing a quick break.

But no.

Shock rooted me to the spot like I’d been struck by lightning.

It was him.

“Ono?” I breathed, barely aware I’d said his name aloud.

My mind scrambled to catch up.

How? When? Why?

Questions buzzed through my brain like an overcharged circuit board. I’d spent so many hours thinking about him, imagining different scenarios of when, or really if, I’d see him again today.

But none of those thoughts prepared me for the real thing.

He was here. Now. In the flesh.

And God help me, he looked good— too good .

Ono’s electric blue eyes locked onto me, sharp and piercing, as though he were memorizing every inch of me from head to toe.

His gaze heated.

Curious.

Intense.

I shifted slightly under the weight of his attention, suddenly all too aware of what I was wearing.

Awful green hospital scrubs. With bright white Crocs on my feet.

The tops were always too big around my breasts and too damn tight on the bottom where the fabric squeezed my hips. The pants strangled my thighs unless I wore them two sizes too big for my waist, which I did, making the material sag between my legs as if making space for my imaginary dick.

They were godawful and did absolutely nothing to flatter my shape.

They clung to me in all the wrong places and hung on me in others like a shapeless sack.

Plus, they were wrinkled from the endless hours of movement, and I was pretty sure there was a pretty suspicious stain somewhere near my hip.

What did he have on? Just another of his tailor made suits that had him looking like a damn movie star.

Of course he did.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I fought the urge to smooth my hair or fold my arms over my chest.

What was the point? These scrubs were what they were—a necessary uniform for survival in the OR, not a fashion statement. I was a doctor, not a runway model.

Still, I couldn’t shake the small twinge of self-consciousness as Ono's eyes lingered.

Finally, I found my voice again, though it came out huskier than I’d intended.

“What-what are you doing here?”

My heart thudded against my ribs. Like a drum signaling the arrival of something inevitable and unstoppable.

Anticipation and disbelief twisted together, tangling into a tight, breath-stealing knot in my chest.

I couldn’t tell if it was fear, hope, or some dangerous mix of both, but one thing was undeniable—this wasn’t just a chance encounter. Not him just stopping by to say hello.

No, it felt bigger, heavier, as if the universe had shifted on its axis just to place him in my path.

Whatever had brought him here, I knew, like deep in the marrow of my bones knew , that my world wasn’t just about to change.

It was about to be completely unraveled.

I stood frozen like a deer in headlights until, finally, Ono moved.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

He locked the door and moved right for me. His long legs ate up the space like it was nothing.

Then he was right there, cupping my face and licking into my mouth, sending all my questions tumbling right out of my brain.

Pure, undiluted lust pulsed through me as Ono took charge of my body.

“Need you, Doc,” he groaned, running his hands under my top to cup my tits and pinch my hard, aching nipples.

I felt the wall at my back and tilted my head to give him better access to my mouth and body.

He tasted so good. Like peppermint and cool winter air. His lips were demanding, his tongue searching, and all I could do was hold on and endure this sensual onslaught.

“Ono, please,” I begged, not even trying to understand what he was doing there or why I suddenly needed him so desperately.

It was as if my thoughts had conjured him out of thin air. And I knew without a doubt I would die if he didn’t get inside me.

Now. Right now.

“Hurry,” I urged, fisting his hair and licking his neck, biting him when he didn’t move fast enough.

“Fuck. I can’t get the knot out,” he growled, and I realized he meant the drawstring for my scrubs, which I always tied in a complicated knot because they were so big on my waist.

“I can?—”

“Hold on to me,” he interrupted me.

Stunned, I clutched at his shoulders as he lifted me up and pulled something from his pocket.

“Is-is that a knife?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, grabbing the loose material over my crotch and pulling it away from my quivering pussy.

He wasn’t? He couldn’t?

But I was wrong, because yep, he fucking did.

Ono dragged the sharp blade over the seam, popping the stitches that held the two sides of my pant legs together.

I swallowed down my excited moan as he reached inside the hole he’d just made and pulled my soaked panties away from my skin, cutting them open with that same blade.

Warning bells were ringing in my head, but I couldn’t voice them.

This was the hottest fucking thing that had ever happened to me.

So even though I knew then that he was unfuckinghinged, borderline insane, and that giant red flags were waving madly inside my head—I just ignored it all.

Cool air hit my sex, and I whimpered, needing him to do more than he already was. I’d never been the object of any one man’s unfettered desires.

But the way Ono had come storming over to me— like he might die if he didn’t get his hands on me soon —had me wondering if maybe this man wasn’t as crazy about me as I seemed to be about him.

My pulse ran wild. I just couldn’t believe he was there with me, at my place of work. Impulsive wasn’t a word I would ever use to describe me, but what else would you call this?

I heard the metal clink of someone trying the doorknob. Felt the frenzied panic that I might get caught like this with him.

“I locked it, Doc. No one sees you but me,” he growled, his eyes burning with such intensity I felt them sear into my soul.

“Okay,” I whispered, trusting him.

Someone murmured something on the other side of the door, but Ono didn’t seem surprised.

Nor did he seem to really care.

His focus was on me alone. And I liked that. A lot.

“Fuck, Doc. You’re soaked for me,” he growled, and pressed the hand still holding the butt of his wickedly sharp knife to my quivering pussy.

My nerves started to go into overdrive, and I panted, swallowing when he shushed me.

“Shhh, Bellezza. Those noises are for me and this place ain’t soundproofed. Now, can you be quiet, or do I stop?”

Ono grumbled and growled more than asked in that impossibly sexy voice he used with me, and yes, I really fucking hoped it was only with me.

“I-I’ll be quiet, Ono. Please,” I begged.

“Please what? What do you need me to do?”

This was new. Dirty talk was not my forte, but he seemed to bring it out in me.

“Don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop making me feel good.”

I stared into his stunning blue eyes and watched them heat with recognized desire.

“I won’t Doc. I won’t stop until you come all over me,” he vowed.

Then I felt him there .

My eyes widened as the cool rubber handle of the blade he’d used to cut through my scrubs and panties joined his fingers as he teased my opening.

“So fucking hot.”

Ono ran his blunt tipped fingers through my slick, nudging the fat end of the handle into my hole.

When properly coated, he slid his fingers up and down, circling my aching clit, pressing the rubber handle more firmly against my entrance.

“What are you? Oh my God,” I whispered, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open as he penetrated me with it.

Ono breathed heavily, fucking me with his blade in long, slow strokes. I couldn’t believe what he was doing to me. Or how hot it made me.

The scent of stale coffee and disinfectant was replaced by his spicy cologne, his peppermint breath, and the distinct air of sex.

I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing. I only knew it was him and he made me feel so fucking good.

I could hear the usual sounds of the hospital continuing behind the closed doors, but even those were drowned out by the slide of our clothes rustling together, and the wet, sucking sounds of my pussy squeezing the makeshift dildo he’d made out of his knife.

Only Ono could fuck me like this. Only he could make me feel like no one else ever had.

He closed his mouth over mine. Ono groaned and swallowed the sounds of my pleasure as he drove his talented tongue in and out relentlessly, driving me absolutely insane with desire.

My pussy squeezed, contracting around the handle. He grunted, dancing his fingers in a tap, tap, tapping motion over my bundle of nerves. And that was all it took.

I just couldn’t help it.

I came. And I squirted.

All. Over.