by Kennedy Fox
“She’s the Gretchen Weiners of the hospital.”
“Her hair is full of everyone’s secrets,” I add, smiling at the way she slowly unrolls my sleeves.
“Surprised you’re a Mean Girls fan.” She chuckles.
“Not by a long shot. Don’t get cocky, Dr. Bell.”
“You know…when you call me Dr. Bell in the bedroom, it makes me think of my father so—”
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking the image out of my head. “You could’ve warned me sooner.”
“I’m warning you now,” she says, pushing off my shirt.
I step forward, closing the gap between us and brushing my lips against her ear. “Alright, baby. Your turn.” I bring my hand down to the bottom of her jacket and toss it over her head. I pull her shirt off next and quickly undo her bra before throwing that too. Unbuttoning her jeans, I have just enough room for my hand to slide inside. “Are you not wearing panties?” I lean back, watching her expression.
“Nope. After the last time, I didn’t trust you.” She laughs, then stills when I slip a finger inside her.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I groan, pressing my forehead against hers. “You’re so wet.”
“I’ve been waiting eagerly for you to touch me again,” she admits, arching her hips. “I’ve even contemplated on how to piss you off so you’d punish me at work like last time.”
Her confession has my cock throbbing against the fabric of my boxers. “You like it when I punish you?” I push a second finger inside, going deeper.
“God, yes.” She moans, her head falling back between her shoulders.
“It’s amazing what a little spanking and coming will do for your attitude,” I tease, thrusting harder.
“Yes…all of that.”
“Goddamn, Emily.” I release her, kneeling between her legs. I take off her shoes, then her jeans. Once everything is moved out of my way, I sink my tongue inside. Her fingers tightly grip my hair as I work her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Evan…please.” Her hips arch against my mouth, eager for her release.
Repositioning our bodies, I lift her slightly until she’s flat on the bed and bend her legs back, so I can devour her the way she deserves. “Hang tight, sweetheart.” I bring two fingers up to her mouth and watch as she sucks them before I sink them back into her pussy. My tongue finds her swollen clit, and I work her simultaneously as she moans and begs for more. She squirms underneath me and tries to cage my face between her thighs.
I pin her leg down with my free hand and drive my fingers as deep as I can, increasing the pace as I lick up her slit and wrap my tongue around her sensitive bud. She’s close, but I’m not anywhere near done tasting her.
Her hips arch, her legs shake, and her nails dig into my arms as she rides out her orgasm. Licking my lips, I press a soft kiss to the inside of her leg before leaning back and looking at her. “You look so beautiful.”
“That was intense.” Her chest rises and falls quickly as she tries to catch her breath.
Standing up, I remove my shoes and pants and boxers. “I’m just gettin’ started, baby.”
Completely naked, I hover over her body and press a soft kiss to her lips. “I could hibernate between your legs all winter.”
“Is that right?”
“It’s warm and soft. Tastes like Christmas. Can’t think of a better place to hide out for months at a time.” This earns a loud, hearty laugh as she wraps her legs around my waist and pushes her hips against my cock.
“And what does Christmas taste like?” she asks.
I cover her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers and letting her taste for herself. She releases an earth-shattering moan that has my cock pressing against her entrance.
“Fuck, baby. When you moan like that, it does shit to me.”
Without warning, she reaches down and wraps her hand around my shaft. She strokes it a few times then arches her hips up until my cock slides inside her.
“Yes.” Her head falls back slightly as I grab her leg and hook it over my shoulder, driving deeper inside. As she wraps her arms around my neck, I pull out and thrust back in again.
I fuck her hard and fast, building her back up, and when her pussy squeezes my dick, I know she’s close. Quickly repositioning our bodies, I put her other leg on top of my shoulder and lean over her body until I’m so deep inside her she completely unravels around me again.
“Oh my God,” she screams, palming her breasts as she rides out her release. Once her body relaxes, I know she’s thoroughly sated, but I’m not done with her. Not by a mile.
Releasing both of her legs until they fall onto the bed, I press my mouth against her neck. I suck and kiss down her jaw, collarbone, then between her breasts on my way to her belly button. Knowing her body needs a break, I don’t go any lower. Kissing back up her stomach, I wrap my tongue around her nipple and suck hard, then switch to her other breast and suck the other. I fucking love her tits, especially how hard her nipples get.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her up as I stand. I bring my mouth to hers, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her ass cheeks. “Your ass is amazing,” I mutter against her lips.
“Oh yeah?”
“It fucking taunts me all damn day.”
“You can’t even see it with my lab coat.” She laughs.
“Maybe not, but I’m still picturing it, remembering what it looks like and imagining it under those scrubs of yours.”
“How do you make scrubs sound so damn sexy?”
“They’re only sexy when they’re in a pile on the floor.”
She laughs, nodding her head in agreement.
“With the exception of them on you. They hug all your curves, and every damn time I look at you, my cock salutes the gods.”
“Oh, you poor baby. Guess that means you’ve been walking around with blue balls all this time.” Her taunting words drive all the blood down to my groin.
I groan. “You have no idea, Emily. I think I’ve jerked off more in the past two weeks than I did when I was a teenager and hoarded nudie magazines.”
“Well then the least I could do is take care of that for you.” She kneels, wrapping her hand around my erection. I watch her tongue slide up my shaft, and when she moans, my cock jerks in her palm.
“You better be careful,” I warn her. “I’m not coming in that pretty mouth.”
She sucks on her lower lip, looking like a sex prowess on a mission. Wrapping her lips around the tip, she strokes my shaft and creates a rhythm that has my hips bucking wild. Her hot mouth works me as the sight of her in front of me drives me insane. This woman is my undoing, and I never knew it’d be possible to feel this way again. I stopped believing in that notion years ago, but Emily’s awakened something inside me, and I’ll do anything to keep it this time.
“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling back as she continues to tease the crown of my cock, and I know if I don’t stop her, I’m going to explode. “Baby, stop.” I tilt my head down, tangling my fingers in her hair to pull her away, but she’s persistent and keeps her mouth on me. Reaching down, I grab under her arms and pull her body up. “Why must you defy me?”
She licks her lips and smirks. “Because I enjoy watching that vein in your forehead twitch.”
“You sure have a mouth on you,” I taunt, pressing my lips to her neck.
“What are you going to do about it, doctor?” Her teasing tone urges me to show her exactly what I’m going to do about it.
I spin her body around, palming her breast with one hand and sliding my hand between her legs with the other. Her head falls back on my chest as I work her clit and pinch her nipple.
“Your defiant attitude is starting to grow on me; however, you still need to learn who’s in charge around here.”
Her body shakes under my touch as I work her clit, then slide my fingers back inside her. As I feel her tighten around me, I lean my body over hers until she falls against the bed.
“Evan!” she s
queals, bracing herself. Holding my weight up with my elbows, I dip my head and kiss the soft spot behind her ear before making a trail down her neck and shoulder.
“You have me so goddamn worked up, sweetheart,” I growl when she arches her back and presses her ass against my cock.
“Then fuck me,” she whimpers, pushing her body harder into mine. Reaching down, I grasp my shaft and position it against her until I effortlessly slide back inside her. She moans and pants as I thrust in and out.
“Your cunt is so tight. Fuck,” I growl into her neck. “Keep your ass up, baby.” Reaching above her head, I wrap a fist around her headboard and increase our speed. As I thrust deeper and harder, our bodies move up the bed from the forceful rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, and when she cries out, I give her ass a quick slap. Her pussy grips my dick, and she comes undone—moaning and screaming. I thrust twice more before I’m losing myself along with her.
Our bodies collapse on the bed, and I pull her into my arms. Our rapid breathing is all that can be heard, and I can feel the beating of my racing heart. The fact that I think about her way too much, always want to be around her, and try to find any reason to touch or be near her tells me I’m already in way over my head when it comes to Emily Bell.
She’s absolutely beautiful, witty, smart, and makes my dick hard at first glance. She’s everything I’ve tried to stay away from, but I can’t anymore. I won’t miss my chance this time.
Waking up with Emily in my arms is definitely new for me, but I don’t mind it one bit. Her warm body presses against mine, and when she purposely wiggles her ass, my cock stirs and pushes against her lower back.
I move her messy, dark hair to the side and expose her neck. “I’d stop doing that if I were you,” I growl in her ear, wrapping an arm around her waist and sliding a hand up to cup her breast. “Otherwise, we’re going to be about three hours late for work.”
She reaches back between us and wraps her fist around my shaft, stroking it roughly. I bring my hand down between her legs and feel how wet she already is for me.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter against her neck. “You’re a bad influence.”
“I doubt it’s that bad if it means you’re getting laid,” she teases.
“Okay, I can’t argue with that.” I chuckle, working my fingers inside her. She grinds down on my hand, and I feel the pressure build. Needing to feel her again, I lift and bend her leg until she’s exposed and I can slide into her tight pussy. Thrusting in and out, I dig my fingers into her hips and increase the pace, driving deep and hard into her. “Fuck, baby. You feel so goddamn good.”
“Right there,” she purrs. “Don’t stop.”
She brings an arm back and wraps it around my neck as I hold her tighter and fuck her like my life depends on it. She hangs on tightly as I bring us both over the edge, and soon, our quick breathing is all that can be heard.
“C’mon,” I say, slapping her ass. “Let’s take a shower, you dirty girl.”
“But you like it dirty,” she teases, letting me lead her to the bathroom.
Once we’re showered and changed, I head to her kitchen to make some coffee. Luckily, I have extra scrubs in my locker at work, so I don’t have to stop home on my way. However, if Emily and I will be spending more time together outside of the hospital, I have a feeling I better have extra clothes in my truck just to be on the safe side.
“Hey, did you move my pictures?” Emily shouts from the living room.
“What pictures?” I respond, walking over to where she’s standing.
“The ones of my family that we were looking at yesterday. I walked in here, and they were all face down.”
“Uh, no. The only time I was in here was with you before our date. Do you think they fell over when we were stumbling in last night?”
“Yeah, perhaps.” She releases a relaxed breath. “It’s just weird that all of them fell down face forward. You’d think they would’ve fallen down the other way.”
“Well, all I know is that you mauled me like a tiger in heat, so it’s possible we shook the entire place.”
“Oh my God,” she says, laughing. “You mauled me first.”
I spin her, so we’re face to face and wrap my arms around her. “Maybe, but if our co-workers find out, I’m telling them you came onto me. I don’t need a sexual harassment complaint in my file.”
“Yeah, that’d be very believable.” She rolls her eyes. “If I’m going down, though, you’re going down with me.” She reaches around and smacks my ass. “We better get moving if we’re going to keep you punctual, or they’ll all know something’s up. Especially since Dr. Umbridge is back.”
Chapter Twenty
EMILY
“Before I forget,” Evan stops me before I can get into my car. I finally got it back after getting it fixed. That asshole cost me fifteen hundred dollars.
“Yes?”
He cages me against the door with his hands on both sides of me. “My sister, Courtney, and her husband are coming down next weekend for the triplets’ first birthday, and we’re throwing a party. They’re bringing all their friends, and their kids and my entire family will be there.”
“So you want me to scram, is that what you’re saying?”
He tickles my side, making me wiggle closer to him. “No, I want you to come with me. Introduce you to everyone.”
“I’ve already met most of your family,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but now I want to introduce you as my girlfriend.”
My eyes widen as my smile spreads, threatening to split my face in two. “Girlfriend, really?”
“I mean, girlfriend sounds so juvenile, but I don’t think I can get away with kissing you and calling you my friend around my family. If I don’t set boundaries from the start, they’ll start planning our wedding and future kids’ names.”
“Well, if that isn’t enough to induce an anxiety attack,” I tease because I already adore his family. They’re so different from mine that I don’t even mind their antics.
“Plus, I’d love for you to meet Courtney. She has her hands full with the triplets most of the time, but they’ll be captured by Mama and the family once they’re here, so we can actually sit and chat with my sister.”
“Okay, sounds fun. I’ll have to brush up on my interview skills, but I think I can handle it.”
He laughs and kisses my forehead. “She’ll love you; don’t worry. They all will.”
Evan opens my door for me and waits for me to get in and settled before shutting it. We’re driving separately to the hospital to continuing playing the part. I reminded him in the shower that he can’t act differently at work, but even I know that’s going to be hard. Pretending to bicker back and forth will have to be something I remind myself or perhaps I’ll just give him something to get angry about so neither of us cracks.
The thought makes me laugh as I follow him down the road. Irritated and annoyed Evan is actually really hot, so I usually don’t mind when he gets that way. Needing to purge my brain, I call Kiera so I can tell her everything.
“It’s about time! I’ve been pacing anxiously to hear about your date!” she says as soon as she picks up the phone. “So tell me everything.”
“Everything everything?” I tease.
“Oh God, yes please.”
“You’re such a freak.” I laugh. “It was an amazing date,” I start, ready to gush about it all. I tell her about dinner and his surprise outing under the stars. I explain all about the constellations and planets he showed me and how gorgeous it was.
“Damn, who knew Evan Bishop had a romantic bone in his body? Damn!” she whistles, pretending to pant. “So did you do it under the stars then?”
I chuckle, rolling my eyes at her ability to have no boundaries whatsoever. “No, but he did stay the night.”
“Ooohhhh…”
“And you’ll be happy to know we’re…together. I guess.”
“Together?” she
asks with a hint of amusement.
“Yes, like together-together.”
She releases a breath. “Well, it’s about fucking time.”
I groan at her tone. “Yeah, yeah. Well, anyway, it was perfect. The perfect night with dinner, stargazing, and lots of mind-blowing sex.”
“I’ll make sure the MC adds that to Evan’s bachelor auction card next year.” She laughs.
“I better bring extra cash just in case April returns with a vengence.” I chuckle. Sorry, April. Evan’s mine.
We chat the entire drive to the hospital. When I look in my rearview mirror, I notice the same car has been behind me almost since I left my house. Feeling more paranoid than normal, I try to relax, so I don’t have another panic attack.
“What is it?” Kiera notices my sudden mood change.
“A car’s been following me, but I was so distracted I didn’t really realize it at first, but now I remember it’s been behind me for a long time now.”
“Do you think it’s Richard?”
“It’s not the same car, but that doesn’t mean anything. He could’ve rented one after smashing into mine.”
“Keep me on the phone until you’re in the hospital.”
“Evan’s driving in front of me, so I’ll park next to him.”
“Okay, good.”
“I’m pulling into the parking lot now.” I look up and see the car turning. Squinting, I get a better look at the driver. Exhaling, I release a relieved breath. “It’s a woman,” I tell her. “False alarm.”
“Thank goodness.”
“Okay, well, I’m at work now, so I’ll text you later when I get a break.” We say goodbye, and I hang up just as Evan appears at my door.
“You can’t be opening my door for me and being all sweet. People are going to get suspicious before we even walk inside.” He takes my hand and helps me stand.
“I said I’d be careful at work. I didn’t say anything about the parking lot.” He winks, leaning in to kiss me, but I put a finger against his lips and stop him.
