Chapter 26 #2
“Please tell me it’s jungle-themed again.” I laugh.
He shakes his head. “I’m still recovering.”
“I noticed the monkey and snake are gone.”
“Yeah, because I begged the cleaners to hide them. Those things haunted my desk. I’m hoping for something more... tasteful this time.”
“Doubtful,” I say with a grin. “It’s a peds ward. We’re doomed to glitter and chaos.”
He chuckles, then shifts the conversation. “Catch me up on the patients?”
I’m nervous about today’s shift. There’re the usual people walking around, so I try not to be seen acting too casual. I list off room numbers, brief summaries, and mention which families want extra updates.
He listens, nodding. “I’ll follow up on a couple of those charts. Are you free for a quick coffee break?”
“Not ordering me to make yours today?”
“Don’t tempt me.” He gives me a look, half-challenge, half-flirting, and slides his finger lightly along my waist as we walk. It’s barely a touch, just enough to make me squirm. Then it’s gone.
We step into the break room, where there are only two people inside, one on their phone, the other eating.
I grab the coffee pods while he reaches for the mugs and the creamer, his creamer, the one I keep using and pretending not to.
He doesn’t say anything. Just watches me with that knowing look as he pours it for both of us.
I slide the coffee toward him. He nudges my hand slightly as he takes it.
“Want to go to my office?” he asks.
My body wants to say yes, but my stomach is rumbling, and I really want this coffee.
“Later,” I say, smirking. “Come on. Be social.”
He sighs but follows me to the corner table. I make sure we have enough room between us and the other so our conversation can’t be heard.
We talk a bit about the upcoming wing celebration… guessing themes, throwing out ideas for games.
“So… does this opening mean you’re chief soon?” I keep my voice light, even though I don’t feel that way, knowing things will change when he gets it. Not between us, necessarily. But it would mean more responsibility for him. More scrutiny and risk if anyone found out.
He leans back, sipping slowly. “Who knows? Your dad isn’t saying much.”
“It has to be you. If he gives it to Dr. Gould, I’m gonna lose it.
” The thought of Mason getting that title makes my blood boil for reasons that have nothing to do with Brant.
He’s competent, yes, but he talks over nurses, dismisses the residents’ input, and even treats them more like files instead of people.
Brant is demanding, but he’s nothing like that. He cares and listens.
He laughs. “You would.”
We finish our drinks, and he takes my empty cup without being asked. Just slides it from my hand like it’s natural.
“Thanks,” I say, smiling up at him.
We head back out, both of us a little buzzed from the caffeine but also from hanging out. There are a couple of minor emergencies, and he doesn’t hover like he usually does. He lets me take the lead on some scans and orders.
It hits me then… He trusts me. This part of us feels good… like I’ve earned it.
And I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone more.
It’s finally our proper break, with just a few hours until we’re off. But I’ve been on edge the entire shift. Being next to him, smelling his scent, remembering the feel of his lips on mine, and not being able to do anything about it.
So before he can say a word, I close the office door with a bang after he sits in his chair.
He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And what do you want?” Leaning back in his chair, he twists it slightly toward me, his eyes dark with amusement. “Actually… I knew exactly what you wanted the second you walked in here.”
My stomach flips. “My dad was way too close today. Maybe you should get a lock on this door.”
“And what, tell him why I suddenly need one? I’m sure that wouldn’t raise any alarms.”
“Then we’ll just have to hope no one ever walks in.”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“Oh, I know.” I step closer.
He looks up at me. “You don’t care about your residency?”
“My dad can’t take that from me,” I say firmly.
“There’s no rule against staff hooking up.
If I were a patient, that’d be different.
But I’m not. And he can’t control this part of me.
Besides, like we said, it’s not like this is more than a fling.
I’ll be out of here in less than ten months.
” The last few words are hard to say, because it’s not so simple anymore.
The fact New York is starting to feel less tempting scares me.
Brant sighs. “He’ll care. Trust me.”
“I know. And… I care too. I know you have more to lose than I do.”
He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he grabs my hips and pulls me down into his lap. I straddle him, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I melt into the moment.
I kiss him like I’ve been holding my breath all shift.
And he kisses me back like he’s been dying to.
I shift a little, slowly, just enough to make him groan.
His hands tighten on my waist. “Does my resident need to get off?”
“Yes,” I whisper, needy and breathless. Every nerve in my body pulses with it.
He kisses my neck. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
I jerk back slightly. “Who doesn’t have a condom on them?”
“Well, I don’t usually plan to have sex in my office during night shift.”
I stare at him, torn between frustration and disbelief. He didn’t think about this at all when we agreed to this? But to be fair, I didn’t exactly pack protection in my bag this morning either.
“Wow. So you’re telling me, I’ve been walking around all hot and bothered for hours, and there’s no backup plan?”
“I mean,” he says with a shrug, “if I were out for the night, maybe. Then I’d throw one in my wallet, sure. But you surprised me.”
My hands still rest on his chest, smirking. “So I’m just going to keep walking around frustrated?”
“Oh, I didn’t say I wouldn’t help you with that.”
My spine straightens, and my eyebrows shoot up. “Really?”
The way he grins mischievously has me suddenly forgetting all about condoms, rules, and my father’s office just down the hall.
He lifts my hips and spins me around, setting me up on his desk for a second, then he shifts, rising to stand and places me in front of his chair.
Gently turning me, he guides me back so I’m about to sit.
“Wait,” he says.
I do and watch as he lowers my pants carefully. A flutter moves through my core as he kneels.
My breath catches when he pushes my thong down, sliding them both completely off my feet in one slow sweep, and then murmurs, “Now sit.”
The cold leather against my bare skin makes me shiver. Or maybe it’s just that I’m already so hot that I can barely think.
I settle back in the chair, watching him shuffle closer… then he disappears beneath the desk.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he mutters, more to himself than to me.
His words are new to me. I’ve never been with someone who talks so openly like this. It’s both embarrassing and impossibly hot.
He lifts one of my feet and sets it on the desk. Then the other, opening me wide.
The cool air brushes my skin, making me even wetter.
My eyes drop to his mouth, watching him lick his lips, ready to devour me.
That sight alone nearly pushes me over the edge.
When his mouth meets my pussy, he groans like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“I knew you’d be like this,” he whispers against me, looking up.
The heat in his eyes sets fire to my insides. I can’t stop watching him. Can’t look away as he takes his time, licking me slowly. My breaths come in short, desperate gasps. I bite my lip hard, trying to stay quiet, because we are at work and anyone could hear and—
His tongue does something incredible, and my hips buck involuntarily.
“You taste so sweet. I can’t get enough.”
I clench my teeth, fighting the moan that’s building in my throat. This is insane. But I don’t want to stop.
My hands grip the chair arms as his tongue swirls around my clit. The pressure is perfect. I’m climbing higher and higher. I’m so close already, trembling on the edge, and when he grazes his teeth...
“Oh God,” I whimper.
My hips rock up to meet him, the stubble on his jaw dragging perfectly against my inner thighs.
“So good,” he breathes.
My legs start to shake as I look at him.
It’s a beautiful sight. There’s a sheen of sweat on his brow as my chest heaves “I’m going to come,” I whisper, already tipping over the edge.
One hand flies to my mouth, pressing hard to muffle the sound because I’m about to scream.
My other hand clutches his hair, and I grind against his mouth, chasing that release, staring down into his eyes as he stares back.
His eyes roll back just as I shatter. Tremors rock through my body, my vision going hazy, and he continues eating me like a man possessed, wringing out every last drop of pleasure from me.
I bite my hand to smother my scream, but God, that was amazing. Not just because we’re at work, or because it’s wrong… but because he’s that good.
He pulls back with a dazed, satisfied smile.
“You are… incredible,” he says, eyes still heavy with lust. “But you’ve caused me a very serious problem.”
I blink, frowning. “What?”
He stands.
I follow his movement, and right there at his crotch is a wet patch.
I bite my lip, trying to look innocent. “Wow. Um. Sorry?”
He kisses me hard. I taste myself on his tongue; it’s strange but not unpleasant.
“Second time,” he breathes. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me. I’ve never done that before. And now I’ve done it twice.”
I grin. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
He smirks. “Your pussy’s fucking addictive. I want to do it again. Think you could come again?” The look on his face stops me. He seems thrown? Like he can’t believe this happened.
Before I can answer, his pager goes off.
We both groan.
“Emergency?” I ask.
“No, but I still want to get changed,” he mutters, quickly leaving to clean himself up.
I straighten, slipping my thong and pants back on.
“Oh, by the way,” I say, as casually as I can. “I didn’t get a chance to yell at you earlier because my dad was around, but… what the hell is with the car?”
He glances at me with what looks like defensiveness.
“I’m going to have to tell my dad I’m leasing it or something.
You bought me a car? I thought you were going to recommend a few good local mechanics.
This is incredibly generous and thoughtful, but it's too much.” This isn’t just about the car.
It’s about what it means. What he expects.
Whether there are strings attached that I didn’t see coming.
He shrugs. “That thing was ancient and falling apart. Honestly, it was cheaper to buy you a new one.”
“A brand-new Mercedes is not what I’d call ‘cheap.’” I shoot him a look. “But… thank you.”
“No problem. It means you can drive to my place tomorrow.”
“During the day?” My pulse jumps because going to his place feels more real. Something that isn’t just a fling.
His eyes shift away, then back to me. “Would you? Come to mine?”
The way he asks is so sweet. Like a kid asking for a treat. And damn it, my heart actually melts a little.
“Sure,” I say. “Let’s swap numbers so I can get your address.”
We exchange contacts, and then he kisses me again, but this time slowly, like a promise.
And I walk out knowing tomorrow I get to see him again.
“And this time… we’re going to need a few hours.”
“Oh, definitely,” he says. “You’re getting punished for making a mess two days in a row.”
“Hey, that’s not my fault.” I grin.
He shakes his head slowly, but there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes now. “Oh, it’s your fault. But I’m sure you can say sorry.”
“I look forward to watching you try.”
He huffs out a breath that might be a laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “Such a brat.”