Page 4 of Save Me

Chapter 2

“Didyou come here tonight to see me?” Andie asked.

Eric forgot she couldn’t see his nod in the darkness of the storage room.

“Yes,” he groaned, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

There had been plenty of time to stop at the club tonight since he hadn’t bothered to go to the hospital for his shift.

He pushed thoughts of the hospital away when Andie giggled and her breast brushed across his cheek. Growing hard, he pulled the neckline of her tank top down, freeing one rounded breast. He palmed it, running his hand up over her nipple until she gasped.

“If they find us like this, they’re going to fire you.” He didn’t want to stop, but felt it was only fair to warn her.

“I haven’t clocked in yet, and no one but the manager knows about this storeroom,” she reminded him in a whisper. He suppressed a shudder when she licked his lips with a slow stroke of her tongue. “They don’t use this space anymore.”

That may have been true, but they were still begging for trouble. Lynx was one of the most popular clubs on the strip. It was crowded every night. Sooner or later someone would find them here—but hopefully not tonight.

Located in the top stories of a high-rise hotel, Lynx was still the place to be despite newer imitators opening up across the strip. Eric didn’t like the new places. They didn’t capture the vibe this place had…and Andie didn’t work at those places. She worked here.

Or she would until someone caught them grinding on the torn booth someone had stuck in a cramped storeroom.

“Eric,” Andie moaned when his hands traced up her thighs and under her skirt. She moved down his lap, unzipping him as she went.

Drunk on the feel of her, he was slow to react when she worked his shorts down and wrapped her hands around his dick. Her tongue flicked out to tease the head of his shaft.

He hissed and held onto her head as she swallowed him whole. “Shit!”

His hips pump reflexively as she worked her mouth up and down. Each suck sent a pulse of pleasure to the back of his brain. Her hair brushed against his bare thighs, tickling him. He reached for her, his hand fisting in her hair.

It was so soft. Everything of hers was soft. Her creamy skin, her lips. Even her pussy—she was waxed smooth at his request.

But nothing beat what she felt like when he slid into her. “Stop baby,” he whispered, panting slightly. “I want to be inside you.”

Andie giggled when he tugged her up onto his lap. Fisting his dick, he pumped a few times so he’d be rock hard for her. He was just starting to slide into her delicious warmth when he woke up.

Eric swore viciously, rolling over in bed until he was sitting up. He dropped his head in his hands and exhaled.

It had been like this since he’d flown home. He hadn’t thought of Andie for so long and now…now he couldn’t get through a night without dreaming of her, of being with her. And every morning he woke up alone, aching and frustrated.

Celibacy is taking its toll.

Eric had spent the last two years rebuilding his life. Every bit of his energy went into his work and repairing his reputation as a doctor. Though female patients periodically hit on him, he kept things professional. There hadn’t been anyone since Andie.

He’d reached out to the hospital staff in Vegas to make amends for the way he let them down. But not to Andie. He couldn’t even explain why.

When he left, Andie gave him a brittle goodbye and then blew him off when he’d asked her to a last dinner. She didn’t respond to his few attempts to stay in touch—and she shouldn’t have. His one text and phone call were a half-hearted bid to keep some sort of toehold in her life. Andie deserved more.

Burying himself in work, he did his best to ignore his mixed-up feelings. Keeping busy was important. He worked eighteen-hour days and avoided temptation. He couldn’t afford to backslide.

Late one night Eric had just finished clearing his backlog of emails and insurance forms when he got a call.

Let that be a wrong number. It was after two AM. Nothing good ever happened after two AM.

“Mike here,” a gravel-filled voice said when he finally found his cell under a stack of papers.

He relaxed. After his inauspicious first meeting with Calen’s head of security, the two had struck up a friendship. “Hey, man. How is the setup of the Sydney club coming along?”

Mike was supposed to be in Australia right now. What time was it there?

“I’m in Vegas actually,” Mike answered. “We have a problem here. Andie’s in trouble.”

Eric sat back in his chair, a jolt of surprise and concern shooting through his chest. “I’m on my way.”

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