CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Paolo
“So, all in all, good work, team,” I said to the nurses and anesthesiologist who’d helped during that morning’s operation. “Keep up the good work. This team will be back together on…” I flipped through my online schedule, “next Wednesday. See you all then.”
Everyone got up to leave. It had been a long, exhausting surgery. I stood, did some neck rolls and a few stretches, and then shook my arms out. “Ms. Pinkoe,” I said, watching Jelly talking to one of the male nurses on the way out. One of the handsome male nurses.
She turned to look at me. “Yes, doctor?”
“Could I see you for a moment in my office?”
“Your office here on the surgery wing, or downstairs in the clinic?”
“Just the surgery wing. It won’t take but a moment.” I saw the male nurse watching us closely, like he was about to take up for Jelly. He must’ve thought I was going to ream her out over something. “I just wanted to compliment you on your work today.”
The male nurse smiled. He definitely had been worried about her. “I’ll catch you later, Jelly,” he said. “Maybe we can eat lunch together again.”
“Sounds good. I’ll try to talk Otto into giving us the extra large salads, too.”
“I don’t think you have to try very hard,” he laughed. “See you tomorrow,” he smiled at her.
We both waited for him to leave. “Who the fuck is he?” I asked, my smile belying my tone. She rolled her eyes. “You know who he is. You requested him on your team, you Neanderthal. He’s just a really nice guy. That’s all.”
“Whatever. He totally wants to fuck you.”
“You think every man wants to fuck me.”
“Because they do!” I said animatedly.
She laughed and pushed the door open. We walked down the hall together to my office in the surgery wing of the hospital. I motioned for her to go inside before me, but I held the door open for her. After she went in, I closed and locked the door.
Then I was on her. I grabbed her, pulling her scrubs top up and over her head. I threw it over my shoulders and then my hands were immediately on her tits, covered in a push-up bra of hot pink lace. “Fuck.”
I stared at her with my hands on her tits, my already hard dick getting past the point of painful. “Take your pants off.”
She did, revealing the matching pink lace thong.
Then to my absolute delight, she sat on my desk, crossed her legs, and struck a naughty pose.
I pulled my cock out of my pants and stroked it, hard, a few times, while she continued to do things to get me going.
She leaned forward and used her arms to push her breasts together, making her already large tits seem fucking huge.
Then she stood back up, turned her back to me so I could see her whole naked ass in that thong.
She spread her legs, bent over my desk, and looked over her shoulder at me.
That’s all it took.
I stepped over to her, pushed her over on the desk, pushed her thong aside, and sank deep in her wet pussy.
Both of us let out sounds of pure pleasure, and I hoped the office had cleared out.
The last thing I needed was to get the reputation for fucking nurses.
This is the only time I’d ever fucked in the building, and I only ever planned to do it with Jelly.
I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back into me each time I slammed home inside her. She gasped out her pleasure each time, until she was moaning. “Oh God, Paolo,” she cried.
“What baby? What do you need?”
“Fuck me,” she breathed. “Just fuck me.”
I jerked her by her hair, which she had in a long braid that I wrapped around my fist. I pulled her head back, making her back arch even more as I fucked her nice and hard over my desk.
“That’s right,” I said as she cried out.
“Give it to me. Come on my cock, baby,” I growled out, feeling my balls pull up tight and knowing I was going to lose it soon.
I gritted my teeth holding out for her. I moved my hand from her hip to her clit and pinched it in pulses. She fucking screamed she came so hard. I hurriedly let go of her hair and put my hand over her mouth. “Shh, baby.”
But I didn’t ease up on her. I still kept slamming inside of her while pinching her clit rhythmically.
She continued coming, her cunt squeezing my cock over and over again as her climax continued to hit.
Finally, I could take it no more. I lifted her up, her back to my chest. Then I held her tits as I thrust into her a few more times before moaning out her name and falling over on her, both of us gasping for air on top of my desk.
After a while, she said, “Oh God. I think I screamed.”
“You did.”
“Do you think anyone heard us?”
“I hope not. Part of me doesn’t want to go out there in case it’s obvious that people heard us.”
She winced. “Is there a way to find out? It’s pretty late. Maybe everyone has left?”
It was a possibility. The surgery wing cleared out long before the rest of the hospital did. The only surgeries done at night were in the ER.
We stood up and helped each other put ourselves back together so maybe it wouldn’t be quite so obvious what we had been doing.
“How do I look?” she asked.
She one hundred percent looked liked she’d just been fucked, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. The look on my face must’ve made it obvious, though.
“Oh, no. Really? You can tell?”
“Kind of. Yeah.”
“You look pretty normal. Maybe you should be the one to go out there and see if the coast is clear.”
“I can do that. What do you want for dinner tonight?”
She shook her head. “I can’t think about that! First, I have to know if people heard me screaming. Then I can focus on dinner.”
“Okay. Give me a second.” I took a deep breath, then opened my office door.
The hallway was clear. That was a good sign.
If someone had thought I was murdering someone in my office, they would’ve totally been more proactive.
I crept down the hallway, peeked my head around the corner, and stared out into the office lobby area. It was empty.
Whew. I turned to go back down the hall and give Jelly the good news.
“Having a little fun back there, huh, doc?”
I jumped. Creepy Dale, one of the night security guards, was standing in the hallway on the other side of the reception desk and waggling his eyebrows at me.
“It wasn’t fun, Dale. It was a surgical procedure.”
His eyes widened. “Didn’t know you did those in your office.”
“Of course. But only when absolutely necessary. Ms. Pinkoe had a splinter that was deeply buried. I had to extract it. She… screamed, unfortunately. I only hope it didn’t scare anyone out here.”
“Nah. The only one out here is me. I’m disappointed. I thought you were getting a little something something back there, if you know what I mean.” He gave me his signature creepy smile.
“I do know what you mean, and I’m offended at the implication.”
The smiled dropped off his face. “Sorry.”
I nodded, doing my best to look offended. “I’m about to carry Ms. Pinkoe out, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t make any of your lewd suggestions in front of her.”
“Yes, sir.” He looked subdued. Still disappointed, but subdued.
I hurried back to my office and told Jelly what was going on.
“Ew! Creepy Dale? Really? Why did he have to hear of all people?”
“Would you rather it had been Sister Mary Margaret?” I asked, referring to the sweet nun who came three times a week to sit with any family members of patients who chose to sit in the church chapel. She prayed with them, talked with them, held their hands—she was truly an angel on earth.
And not someone I wanted to hear me having sex.
Jelly cringed. “No. That would be worse.”
“So, here’s what we’re going to do. You have just had a splinter removed from the bottom of your right foot. I’ll carry you.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just you acted like it was this whole big plan. But really it’s just that you’re going to carry me, and we got our story straight.”
I grinned a little sheepishly. “Well, yeah. I guess it wasn’t as big a deal as I was thinking it would be.”
“I’ve never had sex in an office before,” she giggled. “That was awesome.”
“Same,” I said, picking her up and carrying her in my arms bride-style.
“Wait.”
I stopped walking and stared at her.
“That was your first time, too?”
“Yeah.”
She got a huge smile on her face. “I didn’t think there would be something that we would both be virgins at.”
“It’s kind of nice, huh?”
“Yep. You’re such a manwhore, I didn’t think there was anything you hadn’t already done.”
“Funny. You’re funny. You know I could ‘accidentally’ drop you.”
“But then you might have to take me back into ‘surgery,’ doctor,” she said in a sexy voice.
“Don’t get me hard. I’d look like a total perv carrying you out of here sporting a hard-on.”
She giggled as we started walking down the hall but stopped as soon as Creepy Dale peeked around the corner.
“Oh my God,” she whispered as he stared at us.
“Do you need a wheelchair?” His voice was low and raspy, and, well, creepy.
“No, I think I’ve got her, Dale, thanks.”
“I sure wouldn’t mind wheeling her out to her car. I know you’re a real busy man, doctor.” He eyed Jelly like she was the last donut in the box.
I tightened my grip on her. “No!” I said it too loud, and his eyes widened. “No,” I repeated in a softer, more controlled voice. “I don’t need any help. Thank you.”
He nodded and watched us as we left the registration office.
We had made it all the way down the hall to the elevators.
When we turned around and moved to punch the button we needed, we both sucked in a breath.
Creepy Dale was standing with his face almost pressed against the window in the reception office just watching our every move.
“Jesus! If you ever leave work after the sun goes down, you need to be with at least two people walking out to that parking lot.”
“Noted.” She stared at him until the doors closed. “Have you ever brought up how… potentially psycho he seems with administration?”
“Yes. Everyone has. He’s never actually done anything wrong, though. The security guards have watched tons of video footage, he’s been watched, talked to, everything. But to fire him without cause is problematic.”
“Is it not cause enough that he makes all of the women and half the men feel all skeeved out?”
“Apparently not. You can’t fire someone for being creepy.”
“Well, let’s not let Creepy Dale ruin our hot office sex.”
“Agreed,” I said. “How about we stop by Dinardo’s Deli and get takeout for dinner?”
She gave me a strained smile. “I feel weird eating there after what happened to Daisy, you know?”
I winced. “Yeah. That’s right. We’ll go somewhere else.”
“She’d be the first one to tell us to go back there, though.” She looked hesitant. “Nah. I can’t do it. Let’s order Thai once we’re back at the condo.”
“Deal.” I adjusted her in my arms so I could kiss her. “And then I want to do a re-enactment of our office sex.”
“Yes, please!”