Page 26 of The Doctor's No-Strings Deal

“This is called studying.” She nudged him with her elbow. “That’s all it is.”

He nodded. “Good. As long as we understand each other.”

She hummed quietly and began taking notes from her book. Charlie did what he could to ignore her proximity to him, but his body wouldn’t let him forget she was right there. His sugar addiction was only getting worse, apparently. He needed to kiss her, but he knew that if he let it show, he’d have lost whatever game it was she was playing with him. It felt like a game of chicken, like whoever cracked first would be the loser. And Charlie could never, ever be the loser of any situation. It just wasn’t allowed.

So he sat there and took the abuse while his own body rebelled against him, which became more and more difficult to ignore, as it made him more and more uncomfortable the harder he got. All she had to do was shift her leg against his, and he let out a half groan.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Fine,” he answered sharply. “I just read something unpleasant.”

“Care to share?”

“Nope.” He quickly turned several pages so she wouldn’t see how mundane the one he was on actually was. “You’re the competition. I’m not helping you to beat me.”

“Do you really think I have a chance?”

She sounded so hopeful that Charlie couldn’t help but look over at her. That was a huge mistake. She looked like a goddam angel in glasses. “If anyone has a chance…” he began, but she kissed him before he could finish. Her hands were clutching his jacket and his were in her hair. When she finally let him go, he finished what he’d started to say. “It’s you.”

He turned his chair toward her and she straddled his lap, which was exactly where he wanted her, but also exactly where he knew she shouldn’t be. He wasn’t going to be able to resist pushing her skirt up her thighs and enjoying her right then and there. “This is a mistake,” he said as she sucked gently on his throat. “This is a bad idea.”

“Yes,” she agreed. “It’s a terrible idea.”

“So why aren’t we stopping?”

She reached down, unzipped him, and caressed him. “Not a problem if it’s quick this time, right?”

“Then we can get back to work,” he said, arching his back and pushing his hands up her shirt. “Just get it out of the way.”

God, he wanted to be inside her. He needed it. He felt like he was going to explode without her. He kissed her breasts and gripped her thighs as she brought herself closer. She was wearing underwear, but she easily pushed it aside, and in seconds she was wrapped around him. He groaned and let her slip down, completely enveloping him.

“You sure we’re the only ones here?” Megan asked, panting.

“No one was in the halls,” he said. “We’re good.” But deep down, he knew, at this rate, it didn’t even matter. An entire audience could walk through that door, and he’d just keep going. She was everything that mattered right now, her body, her skin, her thighs against his thighs.

She rode him slowly at first, pressing her lips against his and pushing her tongue into his mouth. But eventually, even she couldn’t help herself, and she took to crashing into him, moaning deep in her chest as he swelled inside her. By the steadily rising pitch of her voice, he could tell she was getting close. He already knew her well enough to see it coming… to see her coming. When she peaked, he let himself go, releasing every ounce of tension he had into her. All of it melted away, buried deep in their union.

He let his head fall back as she rested there on his lap, still holding him in every possible way. Then she kissed him and stood, licking her lips like she’d just eaten something deliciously satisfying. Charlie had to agree. He felt good, relaxed, like he could accomplish anything.

“I’ll be right back.” She walked away, leaving Charlie alone with his thoughts and the most ridiculous smile on his face.

Why did he love fighting with her so much if he was really this attracted to her? If he hated her, why did the temperature in the room seem to drop several degrees the second she left? How lonely would his residency have been if he didn’t have her as is number-one rival? How boring would it have been if she weren’t there to keep him on his toes?

Megan returned to the room, clearing her throat and sitting across from him again. She took her books and began to read and take notes. Charlie watched her a while before doing the same. After an hour of study, he realized his concentration was the best it had ever been. He didn’t want to stop. “Shall we order a pizza?” he asked.

“On you?” she said without even looking up.

“Obviously.”

“Because I’m so poor,” she added.

“Disgustingly so.”

She smirked at him. “Not too disgusting for a quickie in the break room, though.”

Charlie stopped smiling instantly and leaned in, hoping she could hear the seriousness in his voice. “No, not disgusting at all. In fact, I think we should do it again. I think we should do it frequently and without reservation.”

“Not disgusting.” Megan coughed out a laugh. “That’s got to be the worst compliment I’ve ever gotten from a date. But you are very good for stress — I’ll admit that. So if you’re proposing what I think you’re proposing…”

---