“You make it all sound so awesome,” I replied. “It’s not, I assure you.”
“It’s a little bit awesome,” Carrie countered. “I’ve been at the hospital for twice as long as you and I haven’t gained that much experience outside of the surgery department.”
“It’s not experience. It’s punishment. It would be one thing if the rumors were true — but they are the furthest thing from the truth. The man is horrible. He is Satan. He’s only given me this extra task to get back at me for the things I said that night after the conference. I think he’s secretly trying to get me to quit my internship here.”
Unfortunately, Carrie’s company was not the boon I had been hoping it would be. As I continued to talk, I grew angrier and angrier. After Carrie excused herself to get home to her daughter — and away from my crazy ranting, I assumed — I sat alone and downed another martini.
The combination of alcohol and rage boiled in my bloodstream, and before I realized what I was doing, I was marching back through the hospital doors towards the elevators, committed to going upstairs and giving Donahue a piece of my mind.
It was late — past seven in the evening — but I knew Donahue would still be there. He was always in the office. His secretary had gone for the day though, so I knocked and barely waited until I heard a muffled “come in” before barging through the door.
I opened my mouth to tell Donahue exactly what I’d been thinking, but the sight before me caused me to stop in my tracks.
Donahue was at his desk, looking more disheveled than I had ever seen him. His jacket and tie were draped over his desk and his white oxford shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of lean, tanned skin. His hair, usually just a tiny bit mussed up, was shooting up in every direction, and there was a five-o’clock shadow on his face.
“Kaia… Dr. Davenport, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He stood as he spoke, making his way out from behind his desk and towards me.
“I…” I lost my words. I licked my lips, trying to realign my train of thought, but all I could think about was running my hands through his mess of dark hair. Without thinking about it, I licked my lips again.
That must have been all of the answer that Donahue needed, as I was suddenly pushed back against the now-closed door, Donahue’s body pressing against me, his mouth on my own. With a moan, I opened to him, allowing him to dominate the kiss. After what could have been five seconds or a million years, he pulled away.
“God… I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he panted, pushing even further against me, rocking his hardening erection next to my thigh. “Since the moment in the bar — if not before. And then yesterday, you sauntered up here in that short skirt and tight top. Your body is to die for.”
I didn’t want him to know how badly he was affecting me — how I could feel the flames of desire burning in my stomach with his words. He wanted me. This hunky sexy man had been lusting after me. I could barely believe what I was hearing.
Desire was quickly replacing all of the rage that had been burning within me mere moments before. I attempted to cling to this anger. I tried to remain unaffected, even as I found myself rocking up against him in return. The sensation of his substantial length pressing against me made my mouth water. Images of burying it between my lips danced through my mind.
He shouldn’t get to have me, I reasoned halfheartedly — he didn’t get to use me and manipulate me, then turn around and fuck me. But even as I thought this, I knew I was fighting a losing battle. I was much too far-gone. I could feel the ache between my thighs, my juices trickling down to saturate my panties.
But, I reasoned in my lust-addled brain, I can do things my way, at least.
Dropping to my knees, I made fast work of his belt and fly, allowing his pants and underwear to pool around his feet. Soon, his large cock was heavy and springing in my hands as I stroked him gently. Softly, I pressed kisses along the base of his fat length, smirking as I felt him growing restless above me. Eventually, I laved my tongue against the hot member, swirling it tantalizingly around his sensitive head. I caught a drop of pre-cum on my tongue, savoring the flavor.
Suddenly, Donahue’s hands were in my hair, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. At first I tried to fight, attempting to maintain control. But the truth was, I loved giving head. And it was something that Scott had never appreciated about me. Donahue seemed to appreciate it quite a bit, however, if his moans were anything to go by. So, after a brief internal battle, I gave in, relinquishing control, and enjoyed the sensation of his thick member pushing through my lips and sliding down my throat. Closing my eyes, I allowed him to fuck my face as I moaned around his cock.
Eventually, though, his hips became erratic and his panting heavier, so I opened my eyes and pushed away. He offered a little whine of complaint, but I only grinned up at him — doing my best to mirror the cocky smirk he always seemed to have on his face. He wasn’t going to get off that easily.
The expression on Donahue’s face — so wrecked and needy — sent another shiver of lust down my spine. He must have seen the hunger in my eyes, because he bent and easily lifted me as he turned to place me on top of his desk.
Before I knew what was going on, I was stretched back against his desk with my skirt up around my waist and my panties hanging off of one ankle. Donahue was standing above me, breathing heavily as he studied my body with an animalistic hunger in his eyes.
Suddenly, he was between my legs. I couldn’t help by cry out as his tongue pushed up inside me before latching on to my swollen clit. He sucked hard, flicking back and forth against my sensitive button.
Without taking his mouth off me, Donahue slid his fingers deep inside me, and I couldn’t help but thrust back on them. He sucked and fucked me with his strong digits until I was writhing in pleasure, crying out and shaking as my orgasm ripped through my body.
Before I had the time to collect my thoughts, I was being pulled up until my ankles were around Donahue’s neck. Then, without so much as a word, he thrust his massive length deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure that was just on the right side of pain, feeling my body stretch around him as he thrust into me, hard and fast.
Reaching down, he circled my clit with his finger again as he pounded into my body. It didn’t take long before another orgasm was quaking through my body, and I felt Donahue freeze above me and something warm pump and spread through me as he came deep inside me.
Panting heavily, I tried to clear my head from two of the most amazing orgasms I’d ever experienced — back to back. But then I could feel his juices dripping out of me and the reality of the situation began to sink in. I’d just let a man I barely knew — who was a complete jerk and who owned the hospital I worked in — fuck me without a condom. I’d never let Scott do that, and we’d been together for over three years.
Shame washed over me. Without saying a word, I stood and pulled up my panties as I straightened my skirt. Without so much as a glance at Donahue, I turned and walked out of the office. Tears were falling by the time I hit the elevators.
What was I going to do now?
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Suddenly, Chase’s hands were holding my thighs, raising me up until my feet wrapped around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he turned and walked up a winding staircase. His mouth didn�
�t leave mine until I was being pressed back onto a large bed, Chase crawling over me. He climbed between my legs and quickly reunited our lips. I could feel his substantial erection pressing against my thigh through the thin fabric of his sweats. I had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn’t wearing underwear, and that thought had me smiling into the kiss.
Chase finally pulled his lips from mine, making me whimper in protest, though I couldn’t complain as he moved to my neck, sucking and licking across my sensitive flesh. I felt his hands slowly running up my thighs, bringing my skirt along with it as the fabric pooled around my waist.
When his warm weight pulled away from me, I opened the eyes: I hadn’t even been aware that I’d closed them. Chase was still between my thighs, but had sat up to gaze down at me with half-lidded eyes. His pupils were wide with lust and he licked his lips hungrily.
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