Page 12 of Code Red Chemistry

I wedge a hand between us and down, between her bare legs, to discover silky panties practically dripping with moisture. I wedge the fabric aside. She groans and widens her stance, herhips thrusting involuntarily against my forearm. I thrust two fingers deep, my thumb finding her clit and circling it as her nails dig into my shoulders.

“Levi,” she pants, rocking her hips. “Please.”

I know what she wants, and my cock is ready and willing to deliver, but a still-rational sliver of my brain sounds the alarm bell thatthis, right here, right now, although delivering what she asked for, is proof positive nothing has changed. That I haven’t changed.

But that’s a bridge I’ll have to cross tomorrow. Because right now, I’m already one handedly unzipping my fly and releasing my cock from its confinement, drawing a hiss through my teeth when she grips it in both hands, stroking from base to tip.

“I don’t have a condom,” I admit, the blood quickly draining from my head to rush south. “But I’m clean.”

“It’s okay,” she says, breathless, and I continue pumping her full with my fingers. “I have an IUD. And I’m clean, too.”

And with that, I slip my fingers out from her hot warmth and rip the thin fabric of her panties easily. Then, I grab her hips and lift her off the ground until her thighs circle my hips. I line up and thrust hard inside her, the pressure and pleasure nearly making my knees buckle.

Zoe gasps, and I feel her clench around my length, the tight hold making me faint as her breathing becomes ragged and her eyes squeeze shut. I move hard and fast, trying not to hurt her, but her back arches, urging me on.

“Any moment,” I growl, my fingertips digging into her flesh, “someone could try to come in here and catch me fucking you. Fucking you hard and fast.”

“Argh,” she cries, her legs tightening around me to pull me deeper. “I’m close, Levi. So close.”

Me, too.

I bury my face in her neck and double down, gritting my teeth as I hold out, determined to watch her come first no matter what. I knead her ass in my hands, the relentless rhythm sending beads of sweat rolling down my spine. And thankfully, it’s only a few more seconds until she peaks. Until every muscle in her body contracts and she cries out loud enough to be heard in the hallway. And I follow, my release filling her and sending any last hesitation that she’s mine flying from my head.

Zoe

I’m leaning over thenurses’ station, squinting at the latest bloodwork results for a patient admitted last night while I was at the gala, when my phone buzzes against my hip. My heart leaps into my throat, and I scramble to fish it out of my lab coat pocket. Disappointment rockets through me when I see the message isn’t from Levi. He’s gone radio silent since last night, and I’m trying not to let the lack of so much as a quick text get to me today, even though the sequel less than twenty-four hours ago was hotter than the original, which, until it happened, I didn’t think was possible.

I swipe to reveal Alex’s text. It’s a question about dinner on Friday.

I type a quick response and shoot it off but then bite my lip and tap the edge of my phone against the counter. He didn’t invite Levi, did he? Or did Levi reach out for an invitation?

I scoff at the direction of my thoughts. Levi may be a boastful player, but he’s certainly not going to kiss and tell his best friend when the woman he fucked was that guy’s little sister.

Speaking of last night, heat floods my cheeks at the memories I’ve been replaying like film on an antique projector all day. The way Levi tugged up my dress, the way he filled—

“Dr. Meyer?”

I jump as the charge nurse appears at my elbow.

“The CBC results you requested for 3A,” she says, sliding a printout across the counter.

“Thanks.” I clear my throat and try to focus on the numbers swimming before me rather than thoughts of last night that still have my body humming like a live wire.

It doesn’t work.

I set down the results and refresh my messages. Still nothing from Levi. I press my lips together, chastising myself for being so ridiculous. I’m a grown woman and a board-certified physician. I don’t need validation from a man. Even if said man did things to my body last night I’m not likely to forget. Ever. Even if the man insisted on a proper date Wednesday evening, despite my best efforts to convince him it wasn’t necessary.

But the silence is starting to feel familiar. Uncomfortably so. Unease slithers down my spine, but I push it away as I click back on the thread with Alex. I could ask if he invited Levi to my dinner, but he might question why I’m asking. And I certainly can’t admit Levi’s lack of communication is making my stomach churn. Or that I’m worried I’m falling for his best friend. Or how this time feels different in ways I can’t even explain.

“Code Red! Dr. Meyer, we have a Code Red down in 4B!”

My head snaps up at the redheaded nurse’s panicked voice. She’s sprinting toward me, her scrubs rustling, eyes wide with alarm.

Shit.A fire in the hospital. I shove my phone into my pocket and take off down the hallway. I shouldn’t run, but I can’t help it. I round the corner at full speed, my sneakers squeaking against the linoleum.

But instead of smoke or flames, I skid to a stop at the sight of a six-foot-two dark-haired firefighter standing in the middle of the hallway. Levi’s sporting a navy NYFD T-shirt, which does sinful things to his biceps, and an amused half-smile that makes me want to murder him.

But he’s holding a gorgeous bouquet of colorful flowers in one hand and a bag of my favorite gummy worms in the other.

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