Page 34 of Night Shift

I turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run over my hands before splashing it onto my face. The water provided a momentary respite from the emotional whirlwind inside me. This was my attempt to regain some semblance of control and release some of the heat still pulsing through my veins.

“Get it together, Sam,” I muttered under my breath, staring at my reflection. I couldn’t let this newfound vulnerability consume me. I was stronger than that. I had faced far worse than this in my life, and I would not be undone by a man’s touch, no matter how intoxicating it might have been.

“Sam, are you okay in there?” Atticus called out softly.

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “I just need a minute.”

With one final breath, I straightened my shoulders and stepped back into the bedroom, ready to face whatever came next. Of course, I found Atticus leaning back against the headboard with his legs sprawled out and his cock standing at attention. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, and my thoughts raced as if they were trying to outrun the reality of what we had done. What could possibly be driving my attraction to this man? Was it his authority, his experience, or the simple thrill of doing something forbidden? “Psychology 101,” I muttered to myself. “You want what you can’t have.” But deep down, I knew there was more to it than that. There was something about Atticus—his intelligence, his confidence, his raw sexuality—that made it impossible for me to look away. I was like a moth drawn to a flame, even knowing that getting too close could kill me. Whatever it was, I had to sort through these feelings before I lost myself completely.

“Atticus,” I said, clearing my throat and trying to sound composed, “I need a few minutes alone to think. I’m going to soak in the hot tub for a little while.”

“Of course,” he replied, his eyes softening with understanding. “I’ll make us some coffee and bring it out in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, then darted back into the bathroom to find a towel. Pulling one out from under the sink, I wrapped it around my body. The fabric was rough against my sensitive skin, but it provided a sense of protection, shielding me from the intensity of Atticus’s gaze.

The hot tub was nestled on the back side of the cabin, in a corner overlooking the lake. When I stepped outside onto the deck, the cool October air hit my skin, causing goose bumps to form. The sky was clear tonight, providing a breathtaking view of the stars.

After easing myself into the warm water, I allowed the soothing jets to massage away the tension in my muscles. The battle raged in my mind, my thoughts shifting between the whirlwind of wanton desire I had for Atticus and the fear of the potential consequences I might unleash if I tried to pursue this relationship beyond tonight. I took a deep breath and released it slowly, letting the steam envelop me as I gazed at the stars above. After a few minutes, I closed my eyes, allowing the steam and the gentle hum of the jets to cocoon me in a world of my own.

“Here you go,” Atticus said, his voice breaking my reverie. He approached, carrying two steaming mugs of coffee. “Pumpkin spice latte. It’s that time of the year, you know.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the steaming mug from him and cradling it between my hands. The familiar aroma of pumpkin spice filled the air.

“Sam,” he began, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “I want you to know that whatever you’re feeling right now, it’s okay. I won’t push you into anything you’re not ready for.”

“Atticus, I—” Unsure of how to articulate the mess of emotions swirling within me, I took a deep breath. “I’m grateful, really. But I need to sort through this on my own before I can even begin to talk about it.”

“Take all the time you need,” he said gently, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze before retreating back inside the house, leaving me alone with my thoughts once more.

I leaned my head back against the edge of the tub. The crisp air kissed my face as the heated water cradled my body. I allowed my mind to wander, focusing on the delicious thought of joining the multiple-orgasm club. It was both thrilling and terrifying, knowing that I’d experienced such pleasure with a man I’d never imagined I could be intimate with. I wondered if I’d ever be able to go back to the way things had been before. In truth, I had believed multiple orgasms were an urban legend, fabricated by women who wanted to make others feel inadequate. Now I knew better. I’d thought I was tough, that I could handle whatever sexual adventures life threw at me, but I’d been so wrong. With Atticus…who knew where the limits were? I’d barely had a taste and had practically lost my mind.

I wanted to be the strong woman who could walk away from him tomorrow, keeping our tryst a secret between us and never mentioning it again. After all, I was the one who had made him promise that tonight was purely an experiment and nothing more. I’d intended for us to return to work as if nothing happened, for him to go on treating me like just any other ED nurse in his department. But now, after experiencing such intense sexual indulgence, I wasn’t sure I could do that. Just as he’d predicted, my body felt ruined for future men, spoiled by the touch of the sexy doctor.

“Beautiful view, huh?” A little while later, Atticus’s voice startled me out of my thoughts again. He stepped onto the porch, carrying two fluffy white towels.

He paused at the edge of the hot tub, taking in the sight of me. “You’re even more beautiful in the moonlight, Sam,” he said, setting the towels on the edge of the hot tub next to me. “May I join you?”

“Yes,” I replied softly, the heat of my desire becoming hotter than the water surrounding me.

Atticus shrugged off his robe, leaving it draped over a nearby chair before easing himself into the hot tub across from me, giving me space but remaining close enough for conversation. “Sam, I just want you to know that you’re incredible. And whether or not you want to hear it, you should know how amazing you are sexually. Damn, I just have to tell you that your pussy tastes divine, and I’m serious when I say that I would love to fuck all of you.”

I laughed nervously, flattered by his compliments yet feeling vulnerable. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“Guilty as charged.” He grinned. “But remember our promise? Tonight’s an experiment, nothing more. We won’t tell anyone at the hospital, and tomorrow we’ll go back to being Dr. Thorin and Sam, the ED nurse. No innuendoes, no jokes, no nicknames, no strings, no feelings.”

“Got it,” I replied, holding his gaze. And in that moment, I wished it was that simple, that I could forget everything and move forward without any lingering feelings. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Atticus shifted closer to me. The steam from the water danced around us, creating a surreal veil that seemed to encase us in a private world. He leaned in and kissed me. As his lips brushed against mine, an electric current shot through me, awakening every nerve ending in my body. His kiss was a perfect balance of tenderness and desire, as if he knew exactly what I needed. Without pulling his lips away from mine, he picked me up and set me on his lap, positioning me so that my legs straddled his hips.

“Sam…” He groaned between kisses. “God, I want to fuck you.” His mouth trailed down my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine. He continued down over my collarbone. Finally, at the water’s edge, he reached my breasts, where he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and playing with it. My breath caught in my throat, the sight of him setting my body aflame.

“Atticus,” I whispered, tangling my fingers in his dark brown hair. “Take all of me.” His hands roamed over my body, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Finally, they found my pussy, and he slid two fingers inside me, curling them expertly, making me moan.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky with lust. He continued to finger-fuck me while his thumb rubbed my clitoris in slow, teasing strokes. My hips bucked against his hand. I was desperate for more.

“I want more,” I begged, reaching down to wrap my hand around his hard cock. We shared a rough, passionate kiss while he positioned me over him. His shaft pressed against my entrance, and I couldn’t suppress a gasp at the size of it.

“Slowly,” Atticus instructed, lifting me up just enough before guiding me onto his thick cock. My tightness made progress slow, but with each incremental movement, I stretched to accommodate him. I leaned back, allowing him better access to my nipples, and he took full advantage, sucking and nibbling on them as I whimpered with need.

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