The Match

by Jillian Quinn

  I have trouble focusing on the surgery before us, because all I see is Sloane. Imaging his hands that violently gripped my hips as he fucked me in the bathroom, I get wet at the thought of more. Now that I’m standing here, watching him do his thing, I can’t help but admire him even more. Liking my boss could be detrimental to my career. I need to remind myself a thousand times that hospital romances do not last, and therefore, we have no forever. We don’t even have a right now.

  This is just a fling. Doctors don’t marry the women they fuck in pubic places between surgeries, like a cheap hooker in a sleazy motel. Not that marriage should even be on my mind. A man like Sloan is all about control and order. I test his limits, without even knowing what they are. It’s not hard to see his internal struggling with whatever demons he wrestles.

  Sloan finishes the gallbladder removal in record time, leaving me wishing I were the one he chose to assist him with this surgery. He dismisses the handful of residents who are assigned to his service with the wave of his hand. I stop to watch him for a second in hopes that he will notice me. Before I exit the operating room, I glance over my shoulder at him. Our eyes meet for a few seconds, his gaze so intense it could burn a hole through me.

  I discard my surgical wear and follow Stacey out of the operating room and into the hallway. She opens her mouth, but before she gets the chance to speak, Dr. Walsh comes out of nowhere and is standing at her side. He shoves a hand through his messy dark hair and smiles at both of us.

  “Dr. Carlyle, come with me,” Dr. Walsh says to Stacey. “I have a case you won’t want to miss.”

  Her frown quickly turns into a wide smile. We haven’t spoken much with us working on different shifts, our paths crossing at odd times.

  She mouths goodbye to me, and Dr. Walsh gives me a polite tip of his head. I watch them walk away, part of me hoping I will catch a glimpse of Sloan on his way out of the operating room. No such luck. I head in the opposite direction, doing my best to keep myself from breaking down.

  The last few days have been fucking torture. All I can think about is Sloan. He makes me wet with one glance in my direction, whether he means to arouse me or not. Not until I step into the women’s bathroom and stare in the mirror do I feel some sort of relief. For a few seconds, I have peace and quiet. No more sounds of monitors beeping or people yelling. Absolute silence. And it’s perfection.

  I turn the knob on the sink and run my hands under the faucet. Bending down to splash water on my face, I smell a musky scent that I know so well. Over the sound of running water, I hadn’t even noticed I wasn’t alone until the door slams shut. I dry my face with a towel and lock on to the beautiful man standing across the room from me. Sloan. My favorite Doc.

  He comes up behind me, our eyes meeting in the mirror as he moves his hands to my waist. A beat passes between us where he burrows his face in the crook of neck, drinking me in. “Meet me in the on-call room on the fourth floor in one hour.” The way he says it sounds like an order from my boss and not a request from the stranger from the roof. “I told myself I would stop. But I have to have you again.”

  I stop breathing for a second, the lack of oxygen making my head spin. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

  He grabs my ass with one hand and my breast with the other, pinching my nipple through my shirt. “Because we can’t do this. I shouldn’t…” Leaning closer, he digs his erection into my back, making me wish he would bend me over the sink. “I’m supposed to teach you, not fuck you.”

  I let out a soft moan that I hope no one in the hallway can hear. Instinctively, I reach around to feel over his tented scrubs, as if I needed a reminder of how big Sloan is and how well he knows how to use his cock. The reminder doesn’t hurt.

  “Be ready for me.”

  Before I can get in another word, he removes his hands from my body and walks out the door.

  At first, I have trouble moving. My mind and body are so out of sync because of the number Sloan did on me. I glance over my shoulder, long enough to see him slip through the door closing behind him. This is the first time I’m meeting someone in an on-call room. I never had much time for dating in medical school. And I sure as hell wasn’t hooking up with any of the nerds in my class.

  Even though I know that pursuing any form of a relationship with Sloan is wrong, I cannot wait until our next encounter. I should be terrified, afraid for my job, even. He could easily turn around and have me thrown out of the residency program. So, I guess I should do as Sloan asks, regardless of his request, even if it’s also what my heart wants, no matter how fucking stupid.

  Chapter Fourteen

  SLOAN

  What I’m about to do is so fucking stupid and wrong. I have rules for a reason. I use them to keep my heart safeguarded from women who could take all of this away from me. For as long as I can remember, I had wanted to become a doctor. I would listen to my mother’s heartbeat with the toy doctor kit she’d bought me when I was nine years old. She’d let me pretend to draw blood, even though we both knew it was ketchup in the tube.

  We had fun playing doctor in my fake hospital until one day she became the patient for real. When she had developed breast cancer, I was too young to understand that she had so few months to live. But she never let me stop playing doctor, even as she drew in her last breath. That’s why it was so important for me to become a doctor, and even more important to make something of myself.

  Of all the shady and illegal things I had to do to get here, meeting Ava in the on-call room is by far the dumbest. I should have ignored my throbbing cock and dismissed her. Like an idiot, I had to think with my cock instead of my brain. From the moment I laid eyes on Ava, I knew there was something about her that made me want to forget all my rules. Because rules are meant to be broken, right?

  While this situation changes everything between us, I can’t stop myself from pressing the button on the elevator. I wish I could stop myself when I push open the door to the on-call room. But I can’t. My willpower is shit, my body ruled by my cock and these pesky urges.

  Ava makes me forget about all the rules I have in place. She could be my undoing if I allow her. That’s why I need this one last goodbye fuck, so we can go on our way and forget this ever happened. But she’s hard to forget and so is her tight pussy that I haven’t stopped thinking about for days.

  Already waiting for me in the on-call room, Ava pulls down her bottom lip with her finger and makes me even harder with one look. She doesn’t speak, only slides her scrub pants to the floor, revealing a dark blue thong that matches her uniform. Then, she pulls her shirt over her head and throws it at me with a wink.

  “Come and get me, Doc,” she purrs.

  I flip the lock on the door and stalk toward her. “You are such a bad girl.”

  My hands are shaking so bad I look as though I have a tick. I’m never nervous when I have sex with a woman. The thought of being caught in the act while on hospital time excites and terrifies me, all at the same time. Wiping the sweat coating my palms down the front of my scrubs, I shed my pants and boxers in one swift motion.

  She peels the tie from her hair and slides it onto her wrist, allowing her black hair to fall perfectly back into place. All I need is one more taste. Then, we can go our separate ways.

  Ava strolls toward me with her head held high, and her breasts pushed out, showing off a huge rack that makes my dick twitch.

  On some level, I feel shame for what we are about to do. I’m the boss. I know better than to fuck my employee, the girl I am supposed to mentor for the next three months. It’s almost unfair that Ava has to take orders from me, even though I like giving them in the bedroom. I don’t care about hospital policy or the fact we can both get fired for this. Right now, all I care about is getting this craving out of my system so I can focus and get back to work. It’s hard to think with all the lack of oxygen.

  “Just this once,” I say, stoking my cock.

  “That’s what you said last time,” she mutters, and then
drops to her knees in front of me, replacing my hand with hers.

  “This time I mean it.” My tone comes off harsher than I had intended. But I don’t bother to apologize.

  It’s better if she thinks I’m an asshole who just wants sex. Well, that much is true, especially right now. Ava needs to respect me as the voice of authority in her life, or at least when she’s inside this hospital.

  “Whatever you say, Doc.” She positions herself in front of my cock, staring up at me as she shoves me inside her mouth. Her hand moves faster, working in rhythm with her mouth.

  Reflexively, my hand falls to the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair. When I lift my hips to invade more of her mouth, she takes what I have to give her without breaking rhythm.

  Somehow, a crazy twist of fate brought us back together. I don’t want to let her go. But getting caught is inevitable. Hospital flings almost never end on a good note.

  I like sex too much to hate the feeling of Ava’s lips on my cock. It feels too fucking good to make her stop. I’m about to come, so close that my body is on fire. I focus on her head bobbing up and down in front of me, clutching her hair tighter, as she deepthroats my cock. She’s not just my employee anymore. Nope, she’s my little whore. When I finally come, she sits back on her heels and licks her lips.

  “Anything else I can do for you, Doc?” she asks smiling up at me and still holding onto my shaft.

  “Get up,” I order and then point to the couch.

  She does as I say with a smile.

  I pluck a condom from my wallet, keeping my shirt on to save time, and push the lab coat over my shoulders. It drops to the floor behind me, giving me more room to work without anything else getting between us.

  “Put your elbows on the couch,” I command with authority in my voice.

  “Yes, sir,” she coos, and it makes my dick harder. Ava follows my order, putting her elbows on the couch and lifts her ass up in offering to me.

  Hearing sir fly from her mouth brings a certain realization to what we are doing all over again. I didn’t work so damn hard to get to where I am in my career just to throw it all away for an intern. But I cannot stop myself. I need to be inside her. I need to make this itch I am dying to scratch go away.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I watch as she separates her thighs for me and roll the condom on, as I get a good look at her pussy. Taking her bare ass in my hands, I position myself at her entrance. She lets out a soft moan, as I plunge into her wetness. She tightens around my dick, her juices coating my sensitive skin, forcing me to suck in a deep breath.

  Gripping her hair in my hands, I tilt her head back until our eyes meet. Desire and the same hunger I have scrolls across her face. She looks like a sweet girl, maybe innocent at one time, but she’s just as bad as me. We both want this shameful fuck on the couch in the on-call room. Who knows how many doctors have done the same thing in this room, but I don’t care. I want her now more than ever.

  Someone knocks on the door, and she stills beneath me, but I keep going. I ignore the second and third knock, as I pump into her harder and faster. They could break down the door, and I wouldn’t bother to stop. Covering her mouth with my hand, I stifle her moans. She’s so damn loud there’s no hiding our quickie. But there’s nothing quick about me. I have the stamina of a racehorse. If we had enough time, I could bury myself inside Ava for hours.

  She comes for me, squeezes my cock so hard that now it’s my turn to reach my point of ecstasy. I clutch her hips, hard enough to leave fingerprints, just as I find my release. After I pull out of her, she drops to the couch, out of breath. She leans back against the cushion with her legs wide and open and her dripping wet pussy on display. I consider fucking her once more—because once is not enough. Will it ever be enough?

  The person who had banged on the door earlier is back again. I’ve been the interim Residency Program Director for all of one week, and here I am, about to get caught in the act with a surgical intern in an on-call room. We didn’t even try to hide what we were doing in here. At one point, Ava moaned so loud I would be wiling to bet that passersby heard her perfectly.

  After years of building walls around my heart, this is my weird way of letting Ava in. And I hate myself for it. She’s bubbly and so full of life, while I’m arrogant and moody. A girl like Ava deserves better than me. The daughter of one of the most respected surgeons in the city shouldn’t be with me. My obsession with her pussy will be the end of both of our careers.

  Ava gets dressed in a hurry and runs her hands down the front of her uniform to smooth out the wrinkles. Her cheeks are red and blotchy, the patches spreading down to her chest. I clean up before tucking myself back into my pants and slide the lab coat over my shoulders.

  Everything about this encounter feels so cheap, but I don’t let the thought linger for long. I had to get this out of my system. Ava looks as though she needed it just as much as me. But she’s young and fragile. Ava wants to see the good in me. She also sees me as her boss, and now I feel like an ass for taking advantage of her, even though she was a willing participant.

  We stare at each other for a second after we’re fully clothed. I do something even I don’t expect and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and rub her cheek with my thumb. She smiles, her face glowing from the orgasm I just gave her. This moment between us is so intimate, instead of the business transaction it was before we stepped into this room. I have to be careful with her. One wrong move could get me in a shitstorm of trouble both with the hospital and my heart.

  “We have a meeting,” I say, still trying to get my bearings. She has me so off my game I hope I can focus.

  Ava nods. “Let’s get downstairs then.” I turn around and she grabs hold of my arm, pinning me in place. “Wait. Do you think whoever knocked is still outside? We could get in so much trouble.”

  I shrug. “I doubt it, and if they are waiting for us, then there’s nothing we can do about it.”

  “But what will we say? We should probably rehearse something just in case.”

  I spin around to face her and take her face in both hands. “Just follow my lead. Don’t say a word about what happened between us.”

  “How will we explain the two of us leaving this room together?”

  “We’re not leaving together. I will go first, and then you can leave two minutes after me. That should buy us enough time in between that no one will notice unless they are lingering in the hallway. In that case, we don’t have much choice and have to hope they are too busy working to notice us. Improvise if you get caught, okay? I was never here, and we were not together. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir.” A smile crosses her lips.

  “Good girl,” I say, stroking her jaw with my thumb, before taking a step back. “Two minutes,” I warn and turn around to leave.

  As I unlock the door, I take a deep breath and open it a crack. A few doctors and nurses pass by in a hurry, too busy to notice me. Without looking back at Ava, I step into the hallway and power walk to the elevator bank. I let out a sigh of relief that I made it this far without anyone stopping me.

  I should cut ties with Ava and make a clean break before one or both of us gets hurt. It’s best for both us, I tell myself, as I ride the elevator to the first floor, trying to remember the speech I had planned for my new interns.

  Chapter Fifteen

  SLOAN

  My cock twitches at the thought of Ava’s delicious mouth and all the things my innocent girl can do with it. After she left my office last night, I had trouble getting her out of my head. We’ve been sneaking around the hospital for three weeks now and lucky enough to have the same shifts. But she’s off tonight, for the first time since the beginning of her residency.

  I had insisted Ava take the night for herself, instead of making this place her entire life. Because it will be her life for the next seven years. Except now I miss her like fucking crazy and wish she were here. It has been years since I felt this way about a woman,
long before I became a doctor. The girl who broke my heart and left me after medical school did a number on my heart that even a cardiothoracic surgeon couldn’t fix. I had a broken heart—there’s no better way to describe the void she had left behind.

  I never expected Ava to fill it. From the start, she was quirky and weird, but she was also exactly what I had needed. I just didn’t know it until I met her. Some days, I wonder if it’s only about the sex, because I cannot stop myself from getting lost inside Ava. But there is a deeper connection between us that I have felt since the night we met. We just haven’t had a chance to explore that part of our relationship.

  I swear it’s as though my dick has been hard since the first time I saw her. I jerked off twice today, and no matter what I do, I cannot get this never-ending erection to go away. As a medical doctor, even I am wondering how this is scientifically possible.

  I dial Ava’s number on my cell phone and hold it up to my ear. Ava answers on the first ring, her voice bubbly and full of life. My God, I missed her. I can’t believe I miss her, but I do.

  “I need to see you,” I breathe into the speaker.

  “When?” she asks without hesitation.

  “Now. I need to see you now. I have something I need you to take care of for me.”

  She laughs. “Is it long and hard and gives me multiple orgasms?”

  Ava is so adorable that I chuckle. “Yes. I need some assistance. My cock misses your mouth.”

  “Just my mouth?” she says, goading me.

  “And your pussy. Can you meet me here? I have to check in on Dr. Walsh’s procedure around seven.”

  “I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

  I let out a sigh of relief. “Good girl. I’ll meet you in our usual spot and don’t wear any panties.”

  “Yes, sir,” she coos and then the line goes dead.

  I beat Ava up to the on-call room, in a rush to be inside her again. This woman is becoming an addiction, one that could kill me if I let her. Or at the very least kill my career. Ever since our fling had started, I kept telling myself that I needed one more time, before I could kick this habit. I never took risks like this with any of the women I hooked up with in the past.