Chapter 9 #2
I pushed one finger inside her, then two, feeling her pulse around me.
She was more than ready, slick and hot. I could barely think straight, my need for her becoming a living thing, turning my blood molten.
My scrubs offered nothing to disguise the way my body strained for her, every inch of me aching to bury myself inside her that second.
I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, licking her from my skin while she watched, heat smoldering in her eyes. I let her see how much I liked it, how much I wanted her.
“You taste so good to me.”
Harper’s eyes fluttered closed at that, her lips parting as she let out a shaky breath. When she opened them again, the look she gave me was pure fire.
“Stop talking and fuck me, Cole.”
“Hey, hey, hey, bossy. I know you’re used to being in control, but relax.” I shoved my scrub pants down along with my boxers. “You’re not leaving this room until I take care of you.”
Her eyes went dark as she wriggled out of her panties and flicked them over my shoulder. My dick strained, heavy and aching, the tip already slick. She wrapped her fingers around me, slow at first, then stroked once. Twice. The sensation almost undid me right there.
“Payback, huh?” I rumbled, closing my eyes.
“So…I’m on birth control,” she said suddenly. “And I stay current on tests. I can send you my recent results.”
“Good,” I said, trying to return to earth. “Uhm, I tested a few months ago when I had my physical, and I haven’t been active.”
I paused, glancing down at her hand still wrapped around me. “I really need to be inside you, Harper. Right now. We good?”
“Oh.” She laughed and reluctantly let go. “Yeah. We’re good.”
I drew in a ragged breath, my hands gripping her thighs. Every muscle in my body vibrated with anticipation. I felt her pulse through her skin and I was so hard it almost hurt.
Our eyes locked, and I saw something there that went deeper than lust. I didn’t want to lose myself in her just because I could; I wanted this to be something she wanted too. More than a passing impulse, more than a desperate fuck in a closet.
Even if that was exactly what it was.
“Harper. You’re sure?”
She stared at me, incredulous, as if I’d just asked her whether the sky was blue. She arched her back a little, her thighs locking tight around my hips.
“Cole. Stop being a gentleman and fu—”
That was all I needed to hear.
I angled my hips forward, sinking into her in a slow, deliberate stroke. The sensation hit me like a freight train—she was so tight, so warm, so wet that for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred at the edges and I had to brace myself to keep from collapsing.
“Goddamn, Harper,” I growled into her ear. I suppressed a moan at the sensation of being completely surrounded by her.
She felt good. Better than good. Better than anything I’d felt in years. Maybe ever.
I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, savoring every second of being inside her. Harper met my rhythm, matching me thrust for thrust.
“Harder. Fuck me hard,” she managed.
I obliged, setting a rhythm that had her panting, each thrust deeper than the last. The table creaked beneath us, supplies rattling on the shelves.
“You are doing. The. Damn. Thing. Cole. Shit!” She sat up and bit my shoulder hard enough to make me hiss. “Don’t stop. Make me come.”
“Like that?” I asked against her neck. “It’s good to you?”
She nodded, her breath coming in short bursts. “So good. God, so fucking good.”
I fucked her in that storage closet.
I fucked her in strong, powerful strokes, every thrust driving her up the table a fraction of an inch, every retreat pulling a raw sound from her throat.
I fucked her with a juicy thigh in each hand, pulling her to me like it was what I was born to do. Every time I bottomed out, she made this whimpering sound that made my dick pulse.
I already didn’t know how I could go the rest of my life not hearing that again and again and again.
I was losing it. My rhythm faltered, hips pumping with an urgency I found it hard to control. I was close. Too close.
“I am gonna fucking come in this beautiful pussy,” I growled. “But I want you to get yours first. Whatever you gotta do to get there, you do it.”
Harper’s eyes flashed bright and grew wide. One of her hands slipped between us, her fingers finding her clit while I continued to thrust into her. The sight of her touching herself while I was buried deep almost took me over the edge.
“Yeah, I like that,” I breathed, watching her face contort. I felt her pulsing around me. “Your pussy’s talking to me. Let me see you come.”
Harper’s breathing quickened. She bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut, then, “Fuck! Cole!” she whispered, breathless and desperate. “Oh my God, I’m…I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Her whole body convulsed beneath me, every muscle taut to a breaking point. Her mouth dropped open and she bit back a scream. Her pussy clamped down on my dick with a force I’d never felt before, so tight and greedy it set off a chain reaction deep in my gut.
Her legs trembled, kicking helplessly, her hands behind my neck as she pulled me to her, locking her mouth against mine.
The sound of her orgasm, her cries muffled, pushed me over the edge.
My hips jerked forward one final time and I buried myself deep, my release hitting like a sledgehammer.
I groaned, my body shaking as I emptied myself inside her.
We stayed joined until after the aftershocks pulsed around me. Both of us breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together, half-dressed and slick with sweat.
“Well, damn, Ms. Sutton.” I lifted my head, half a smile on my lips.
“Do not start,” she said, almost laughing.
“I just wish I knew a supply closet was so hot.”
She giggled. “Right? Let me find out this is our spot.”
“Say less. Mondays at seven can be the witching hour.”
“I mean, I’m hoping we see a bed at some point.”
“You right. You right. But uhm, that was…”
“Necessary,” she finished. She looked sated. “I don’t know about you, but I needed that.”
I laughed, breathless and genuine. “Yeah. Same.”
I pulled out carefully and Harper hopped down from the table. We cleaned up quickly with paper towels we found in a box on the shelves in an attempt to look less freshly fucked.
Harper tried to adjust her skirt while I helped button her blouse. Well, I tried.
“You’re a trauma surgeon but you can’t get the little button in the little hole?” she teased.
“I’m exhausted and I just had amazing sex in a supply closet at work. Forgive me if I’m not on my A game right now.”
“This was a wild idea.”
“Completely.” I grinned. “When can we do it again?”
She laughed. “Sheesh. Insatiable, much?”
“That was the best sex I’ve had in years.”
“It was pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” My eyebrows shot up. “Harper…we almost broke that table.”
She clicked her tongue. “Your ego is showing, Dr. Vaughn.”
“Whatever. I almost made you cry.” I kissed her, soft and lingering, my hand gentle on the back of her neck. “I really am sorry I didn’t text you. I hope I made it up to you.”
“You did. I had no plans to chase you, but the phone does work both ways.”
“I’d like for us to both do better. Any chance you want to come home with me tonight?”
“I’m tempted,” she said, looking a little sad. “I really am. Thing is…I’m not supposed to tell you this, but the meeting with the Hart family is tomorrow. I want to look everything over one more time.”
Reality crashed back in. The investigation. Diane Hart. The fact that I was potentially about to lose my career.
And I’d just fucked the woman who was supposed to be facilitating the review. In a supply closet. At work.
“Tomorrow?” I repeated.
“Dr. Rice called me this morning. I spent today prepping.”
“Okay. They don’t want me there?”
“No,” she replied with a sigh. I knew what it meant. “They’re keeping you out of it. For now.”
“I wish I thought that was a good thing.” I pushed out a hard breath. “Thanks for the heads-up.”
“I’ll keep you posted on how it goes.”
“Okay.” I hesitated, then decided to go for it. “Harper, we…this—”
“I know. We shouldn’t have, but we did already, so…” Harper shrugged her shoulders. “For now, let’s just enjoy the afterglow.”
She unlocked the door, checked the hallway, then slipped out. I waited ten seconds before I followed her.
“Hey,” I whispered.
She turned. I was still standing in the doorway of the supply closet, looking as wrecked as I felt.
“For the record,” I said, keeping my voice low, “that case is the last thing I’ll be thinking about tonight.”
She beamed a smile at me. “Good. I’d prefer it if I were dominating your attention. I’ll text you after I finish prepping. I may have further thoughts to share.”
I watched her walk away, tracking the bounce of her ass cheeks under her skirt. Then I remembered…
I went back to the closet, found her panties, and shoved them in my pocket.
I forced myself to check on a few patients, then bullshit with Banks for twenty minutes before leaving the hospital. That wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever done. It was, quite honestly, the definition of reckless.
That was why I’d enjoyed it so much.
As soon as I got in the car, my phone buzzed with her name lighting up the screen.
Harper:
Just pulled in at home. I feel great.
Me:
Me too. By the way, I picked up your panties. Very nice.
There was a pause that I read as breathless.
Harper:
Shit. I was halfway home when I realized. I’ll get them back from you.
I retrieved them from my pocket and held them up, running the fabric between my fingers.
Me:
Nah, you’re not getting these back. I rescued them. They’re mine.
Harper:
You can’t keep my underwear, Cole.
Me:
Come get ‘em
Harper:
In time, Dr. Vaughn
Me:
We are gonna sleep good tonight.
Harper:
Eventually.
I frowned at my phone.
Me:
What do you mean, eventually? You got plans? You got ENERGY for plans?
Harper:
My plans are to pour a glass of wine and pull out my vibrator while I imagine us in that closet and give myself an encore.
I sat in my parking spot staring at my phone, already stirring back to life.
Me:
Oh.
I think I’m jealous.
Harper:
Well, if you want me to wait until you can join in the fun, FaceTime me when you’re ready. I’ll give you something you can do with my panties.
My brain shorted out at the mental image of her on my screen, legs parted, fingers stroking…
The last of my self-control was fried.
Me:
Oh, word? I’m on my way home. Don’t start without me.