Page 58 of Desperate Desires

I fought the urge to smooth my hair or fold my arms over my chest.

What was the point? These scrubs were what they were—a necessary uniform for survival in the OR, not a fashion statement. I was a doctor, not a runway model.

Still, I couldn’t shake the small twinge of self-consciousness as Ono's eyes lingered.

Finally, I found my voice again, though it came out huskier than I’d intended.

“What-what are you doing here?”

My heart thudded against my ribs. Like a drum signaling the arrival of something inevitable and unstoppable.

Anticipation and disbelief twisted together, tangling into a tight, breath-stealing knot in my chest.

I couldn’t tell if it was fear, hope, or some dangerous mix of both, but one thing was undeniable—this wasn’t just a chance encounter. Not him just stopping by to say hello.

No, it felt bigger, heavier, as if the universe had shifted on its axis just to place him in my path.

Whatever had brought him here, I knew, like deep in the marrow of my bones knew, that my world wasn’t just about to change.

It was about to be completely unraveled.

I stood frozen like a deer in headlights until, finally, Ono moved.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

He locked the door and moved right for me. His long legs ate up the space like it was nothing.

Then he was right there, cupping my face and licking into my mouth, sending all my questions tumbling right out of my brain.

Pure, undiluted lust pulsed through me as Ono took charge of my body.

“Need you, Doc,” he groaned, running his hands under my top to cup my tits and pinch my hard, aching nipples.

I felt the wall at my back and tilted my head to give him better access to my mouth and body.

He tasted so good. Like peppermint and cool winter air. His lips were demanding, his tongue searching, and all I could do was hold on and endure this sensual onslaught.

“Ono, please,” I begged, not even trying to understand what he was doing there or why I suddenly needed him so desperately.

It was as if my thoughts had conjured him out of thin air. And I knew without a doubt I would die if he didn’t get inside me.

Now. Right now.

“Hurry,” I urged, fisting his hair and licking his neck, biting him when he didn’t move fast enough.

“Fuck. I can’t get the knot out,” he growled, and I realized he meant the drawstring for my scrubs, which I always tied in a complicated knot because they were so big on my waist.

“I can?—”

“Hold on to me,” he interrupted me.

Stunned, I clutched at his shoulders as he lifted me up and pulled something from his pocket.

“Is-is that a knife?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, grabbing the loose material over my crotch and pulling it away from my quivering pussy.

He wasn’t? He couldn’t?

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