Page 18 of Night Shift

Samantha smirked and lowered her head, her long hair tumbling over my thighs like silk. Her lips hovered just above my aching cock, and then she finally went down on me, taking me into the warmth of her mouth. My breath caught in my throat when she licked the rim of my head, teasing the sensitive frenulum with each stroke.

For some time she continued licking and sucking, and soon I felt myself approaching the edge. The intensity of the moment was threatening to consume me entirely when suddenly she withdrew her lips from my cock and stood before me, a coy smile playing on her full lips.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Doctor?” she asked.

“More than you can imagine,” I admitted, trying to catch my breath. “But why did you stop? I was so close…”

“Maybe I wanted to see how badly you want it,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve never given up control like this before, have you?”

“Never,” I confessed, the admission making me feel exposed in a way I hadn’t anticipated. But there was something about her that made me want to push my boundaries, to explore the unknown with her as my guide. And if that meant relinquishing control—at least for a little while—then so be it. The truth was, I had no idea how it felt. All I knew was that I had never experienced anything quite like this before, and I couldn’t get enough.

Samantha straddled my lap, pressing her dripping wet folds against my aching shaft. The heady scent of her arousal turned me on even more. I tried to swallow but found it impossible because she had wrapped her hand around my throat, carefully cutting off my air supply.

I tried to protest, but my voice was choked by her grip. Sweat formed on my brow as the lack of oxygen began to overcome me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, Samantha rose slightly. With her other hand, she guided my throbbing cock into her pussy, impaling herself on me.

All at once, I fought to breathe. I was teetering on the edge of panic when Samantha’s voice brought me back: “Relax, Atticus. Just let go.” And so I did.

The bliss of being inside her, coupled with the lack of air, sent my mind reeling. It was a struggle between torment and pleasure, a battle I’d never experienced before. But as my vision blurred and my lungs screamed for oxygen, a primal desire took hold—a need to claim Samantha as mine.

When she began to ride me, the room seemed to spin around us. My heart thundered in my ears, drowning out all other sounds. I was completely lost in her, in the way she moved and the pleasure she brought me.

Just as my world started to fade, I jolted awake, gasping for air. My heart was hammering away in my chest, and I realized my own hand was still wrapped around my leaking, rock-hard dick. As enthralled by the intensity of the dream as I was, it only took a couple of strokes before I came, squirting my load all over my belly. Then reality crashed down on me—it had all been a dream.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, still trying to catch my breath. I hadn’t had a wet dream since I was a teen. What the hell kind of spell did Sam have over me that she could infiltrate my dreams like this?

I couldn’t believe that a nurse so much younger than me, someone with such little sexual experience, could affect me so strongly. Lying there, covered in sweat and cum, all I could think about was how badly I wanted Samantha’s sassy mouth wrapped around my dick.

Chapter five

Four days had passed since I’d dropped Sam off at her apartment, and during those four days my mind had been tormented. Sam had occupied my every thought. As I awaited our first shift together since the attack, I sat at a clinical workstation, staring blankly at the computer screen, the medical data in front of me barely registering. Restlessly, my leg bounced up and down, a rare sign of agitation that I usually kept under strict control. The memory of Sam’s altercation with her father gnawed at me, and I needed to lay eyes on her to see firsthand how she was holding up.

“Get a grip, Atticus,” I mumbled, struggling to comprehend why I was so compelled to protect this young woman. I was about to hit forty, and I was well-established in my medical career. Here at St. John’s, I was both respected and feared. I was known for my emotional detachment and my clinical precision, not for allowing women to unleash emotional turmoil in my life.

But who was I kidding? From the moment I had seen Sam struggling with her car, something had shifted. The way she’d stood up to her father, a man who clearly haunted her past and threatened her present, had demonstrated a certain strength that deeply resonated with me. It was a side of Sam I hadn’t expected to see, one that contradicted the snarky nurse I sparred with here in the ED.

I tried to focus on my work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to her—her defiance, her courage, her stormy blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. This was more than just a physical attraction; it was a connection I couldn’t quite comprehend, one that left me feeling unbalanced.

I ran a hand over my face and sighed, slumping back into my chair. “Why am I so fucking intrigued by her?” I wondered softly out loud, my fingers drumming on the desk. She was just a nurse—a young, intelligent, quick-witted nurse who had the audacity to challenge me at every turn—and yet, there was something about her, something that made me want to break all my self-imposed rules.

Suddenly, Jack, one of our ED nurses, came to stand directly in front of me. “Dr. Thorin, can I have a word?” he asked, his brow furrowed as he leaned in.

I glanced up. “What’s going on, Jack?”

He handed me a chart. “It’s about Mrs. Henderson, the elderly lady who came in with back pain and nausea. She’s complaining of increased discomfort, and her vitals are fluctuating. I’m concerned it might be a myocardial infarction.”

I quickly reviewed her chart. “Let’s get her on an ECG immediately and run a full cardiac enzyme panel. Administer aspirin and start her on nitroglycerin, stat. Also, prepare her for potential thrombolytic therapy, depending on the ECG results,” I instructed, handing back the chart. “And page the cardiologist on call to come immediately. I’m pretty sure it’s Dr. Patel tonight, but double-check me.”

Jack nodded as he took the chart and turned to leave. “On it, Dr. Thorin. I’ll make sure the cardiologist is briefed as soon as they arrive.”

When I turned back to the computer to resume entering my notes, my thoughts wandered again, drifting to the memory of the fear in Sam’s eyes when her father had shoved her and pulled back his fist.

Dammit, I couldn’t get her out of my head.

Samantha Sheridan was going to be the death of me.

My frustration mounting, I rubbed at the crease in my forehead. She was too young. Too naive. And she was a nurse in my ED, for God’s sake. After Bethany, I’d sworn I would never take a chance on another woman from this hospital.

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