Meredith City is a major health care hub, located in the upper Midwest. With a large trauma center, the nursing staff puts up with difficult schedules in exchange for the opportunity to work there. Not all of the opportunities are purely medical…
When last we left them, Intensive Care nurses Torrance Chapman and Matt Slade are taking an erotic 2 a.m. lunch break in an isolated equipment room. Matt has surprised Torry with a blindfold, and carried out her romance writer’s fantasy of sex bent over an exam table. With his fingers, he’s brought her to an incredible orgasm. But their lunch isn’t over yet…
“Wow,” she sighed. “Wow.”
Matt stroked her hair. “Did the reality live up to the fantasy?”
“No.”
“No?”
“It blew the fantasy away. You’ve ruined me for writing romance.”
Matt chuckled and hugged her from behind. “I aim to please.”
Torry sighed. Time to come back to reality. She reached for the scarf, and a hand closed on her wrist.
“We’re not done, Tor. Not by far.”
Not even close. For tonight, he’d prepared with a little hot reading. Matt drew a finger down the indent of Torry’s spine, and a delicate shiver went through her. “I read some of your other stories.”
“Which— which ones?”
Let’s see. There’d been several. Vivid stories from a vivid imagination, creative, with an erotic flair. And he had to discover for himself how wanton she could be.
“The one I liked best was about the nurses trapped in the supply closet when the electricity went out.”
“Hidden Desires?”
“That’s the one. Do you remember what Zeke and Vera did in the dark?” He brushed his lips along her neck. The fragrance of her skin… intoxicating. Sweet with a hint of clean citrus.
“Um, yeah.” Pink bloomed on Torry’s cheeks below the white silk blindfold.
“First, they got naked.” He turned her in his arms and drank from her lips, nibbling and sucking and teasing until she opened to him. Their tongues tangled, mixing mint and citrus and sex in an erotic cocktail.
“I can’t breathe,” Torry panted and reached behind her head. “I need to see.”
He grabbed her wrists. “It’s okay. Just feel. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Soft hands moved to his shoulders and settled. Matt ran his palms down her sides, over the dip of her waist and roamed the swell of her hips. Desire flared to a fever. The room receded into the background.
Torry’s tongue came out to moisten her lips, and he went off script and kissed the corner of her mouth. She turned toward him, seeking, and he pulled back.
“Then Zeke backed Vera against the closet door.” With his hands on her waist, he guided her backwards to a mattress leaning upright on the wall. The pressure of her soft body on his erection was exquisite.
He dragged a finger across her nipple, and she jumped and gasped, the peak tightening into a pink pearl. So responsive.
Torry’s warm fingers circled his shaft in a firm grip. “And she stroked him base to tip.” Her other hand cupped his testicles, gently rolling them, and he shuddered. God, she knew what he liked. Heat flashed through him.
He dropped his head to the hollow of her neck and licked the skin, and the flavor of salt and tangerine danced on his tongue. A drink of sunshine.
Nibbling his way down her chest, he paused to lave her breasts until she whimpered and arched into his mouth. The pressure of her thumb on his sensitive crown distracted him. Focus.
“What’s next, Tor?” He lightly bit down on her nipple, and she grabbed his hair in both hands.
“I can’t think when you do that,” she moaned.
“I’ll act it out for you.”
Matt held her hips and moved south, licking down to her navel. With the tip of his tongue, he circled the dimple and continued his path, veering over to her hipbone and sucking a kiss there. The scent of her arousal hit him, and his cock twitched.
“I’m going to lift your leg, Tor.”
A strangled moan came out of her, and he grinned as he knelt and hooked her knee over his shoulder. Her hands locked in his hair and drew his attention to her face.
“Matt?”
“Let me taste you, Tor.”
She gulped, then her fingers relaxed.
Matt kissed her inner thigh, and nuzzled into the vee of her thighs, probing with his tongue. The slick folds parted under the slight pressure.
Shit. He’d had his own fantasies about doing this to her. A flavor of honey welcomed him, along with the essence of Torry herself. He wanted to gorge on her sweetness. To assuage his hunger, he licked up her center and sucked on her delicate tissue.
“I don’t think I can keep standing.” Feminine fingers tightened in his hair.
“Shhh. Let me pleasure you.” With a pointed tongue, he dove into her hot opening. Her thighs trembled against his cheeks. Damn, at this rate he wouldn’t last, and he had to experience her body gloving his.
Above him, Torry moaned. He smiled and sped up his ministrations on her clit.
“Oh God, oh God, I’m— I’m going to—”
He pushed two fingers inside.
A moan boiled out her and her sheath rhythmically contracted around him. His cock throbbed in response.
When she quit trembling and sagged against the wall, he moved her leg off his shoulder and stood, layering kisses over her neck. Torry’s hands gripped his shoulders, and he rubbed his aching erection into her stomach.
He had to be inside her.
“We have time for one more fantasy, Tor.”
One more? How much of her stuff had he read? After two orgasms, she hadn’t stopped shaking, and her bones were liquid. Plus they still had half a shift to go at work.
“My turn to choose this time.” She slid her hand down the solid muscles of his chest, grazing his nipples. A shudder went through him as she traced the ridges of his six-pack and tickled his navel.
As her fingertips encountered crisp hair, she stopped. Matt groaned.
Bingo. She had the power now. He had to be ready to burst after taking her to completion twice.
With her index finger, she drew a line to the base of his cock. “I want to see you.”
Moist breath warmed her ear. “Seeing is overrated. I’d rather surprise you.”
Yes, he certainly had. She smiled and pulled off the blindfold, squinting in the fluorescent light. Everything seemed harsh.
Except for the man in front of her. The green eyes had darkened, and his full lips curved in a smile. His hair looked tousled from her orgasmic death grip. She let her gaze drift down his body, absorbing the view.
Dressed, he was sexy. Naked, he was devastating, all cut muscles sheathed in smooth bronzed skin. Sex personified.
His erection stood tall, thick and veined, weeping precome at the tip. Definitely in need of some attention.
Torry leaned down and licked the salty drop from the slit. She tied the scarf around the base of his delicious cock and Matt hissed.
Yeah, her turn to drive him crazy.
“Follow me, Mr. Slade.” Torry tugged on the tether, leading him toward a blanket-covered gurney.
“How about a trade?” Matt slipped free of the silk noose and bent to pick up his scrub pants. He pulled out his wallet and extracted a lilac foil packet.
Torry raised an eyebrow. “Purple?”
“Special lube.” Mischief danced in his eyes. “For your pleasure.”
She blinked. He’d planned ahead, hadn’t he? This wasn’t some spontaneous Midnight Delight. It was a carefully orchestrated seduction. But she was in charge now.
She buffed his cock with the scarf, letting the soft material create a whisper of friction and build arousal. As the silk pulled over the swollen head, he gasped.
“God, Tor. It’s going to be all over if you keep teasing me.”
“Just feel, Matt.”
With her nails, she tickled the underside of his erection, and he answered with a groan of pleasure.
“Allow me to suit you up.” She plucked the condom from his hand.
Capturing his gaze, she tore open the foil and pulled out the lavendar latex. The scent of berries wafted from the wrapper. Must be some sort of organic stimulant in the lube.
She sheathed him, then hopped on the gurney, spread her thighs, and tugged him forward until the heat of his shaft rested against her center.
He gripped her hips and slowly merged his body with hers. A tingling sensation made her breath catch. The tingling segued into warmth as he pushed deeper into her passage.
What was this stuff? Like Icy Hot on a condom. A fire ignited in her pelvis, awakening her tender clit to a throbbing. “It’s heating up.”
“Yeah.” Matt’s incredible eyes closed as he slid in and stopped.
No pumping, no friction, just… fullness and heat.
“Matt?”
“Give me a sec. I want this to last.”
He captured her mouth, cupped her breasts, and rubbed his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.
She wanted him to move. She wriggled, and he drew back and pressed forward in a slow glide. His movements built until his skin slapped against hers, the friction combining with the lube to strengthen the inferno. Climax was within reach, if he’d…
“Matt, oh, Matt, please—”
He reached between them and pinched her clit. Torry dove off the cliff into the deep blue water of orgasm, and he followed her, his cock kicking inside her.
Strong arms wrapped around her. Warm lips nuzzled her neck.
“Tor? Are you with me?”
Matt. Equipment room. Mind-blowing sex. She opened her eyes. “Yeah. I’m here. I’m good.”
“You’re amazing.” He rested his forehead against hers.
“Same to you.”
The clock on the wall next to the door grabbed her attention. 2:30 a.m. She sighed. They were due to return from lunch. Carnal knowledge would have to wait for now.
“We need to get back,” she whispered.
“But I read all those stories—”
“Matt. We can’t act out an anthology’s worth over a thirty minute lunch break.”
With one eyebrow wickedly angled, he gazed at her. “Then we’ll have to continue after breakfast, do some personal research for your romances. How about a story called “Off Duty Desires?” ”
~*~
Whitley Gray
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