Page 113 of Undeniably Enemies

Her hands plant on the rack of sterile saline and gauze in front of her, and she angles her head to the side to give me better access. “You meanwhenyou get chief.”

“Right. When.”

Except we haven’t heard anything yet. It’s been over a month since I interviewed, and no word yet. I also know they’ve flown in two hotshots, one from Dallas and one from Seattle, to interview for the position. The board is taking its sweet time on this, and now we’re rounding toward the holidays, so who knows. Callan isn’t happy about it. He wants to step down and be with Willow.

“Speaking of you getting chief, we shouldn’t do this here.”

My lips whisper kisses along her jaw as my hand dips into her scrubs straight between her smooth legs where I start totease at her wetness. She’s right. We shouldn’t. But she feels so good.

“I haven’t had my fingers in your cunt in three days, Wren. That’s completely unacceptable.”

“I’ve hated you working nights.”

I nip at her ear. “Me too.”

I’ve hardly seen her this week unless I come in early, or she does the same. Even then, it’s a quick passing—a stolen kiss in a hall or elevator—because we don’t get a lot of moments like this here. I’ve worked four twelve-hour night shifts back-to-back, and I’m finally done. I’m exhausted. It’s a lot. And Wren has been working long, arduous shifts in trauma surgery.

My plan is to sleep for a few hours and make Wren dinner, followed by spending the entire night inside of her.

“You should go.”

“Mmm,” she hums as I run my fingers along her clit and around her opening. “I should.”

“Maybe you should stay and come first.”

“We could get caught.”

We won’t. At least I don’t think we will. That could be my dick talking, though. I don’t know for sure. It’s five in the morning, and all my patients are waiting on either a bed upstairs or labs, which are both notoriously slow at this hour, and Wren doesn’t start her prerounds until six-ish. I told one of the nurses I was going to find a place to sleep for twenty minutes and to page me if she needed me.

But there’s no fun in telling her all that.

“We could.” I plunge two fingers straight inside her, missing her tight, wet heat and how it feels on my cock. “What would you do, Wren, if someone walked in right now and found you moaning while getting your nipples pinched and your cunt fucked by your boss?”

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, and I pinch her clit in warning.

“Shh, Cinderella. Quiet.” It might be bastardly early, and noone is looking for me or knows Wren is here yet, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’tactuallyget caught. Even in this bulk supply closet, we can still hear the faint sounds of the hospital down the hall.

My fingers start to pump into her, and I use my other hand to undo the tie on her scrub pants.

“I thought this was just your fingers.”

“I have to have you, baby.” I rub my dick against her pert little ass. “You feel that? You feel how hard you make me? No way I can finish my shift until I’ve fucked you. I want you leaking my cum during all your surgeries today. I want you to feel me every time you squirm or move.”

The heavy rhythm of her breathing matches the pace of my fingers as I move in and out of her while her scrubs drop to the floor and mine follow. I’ve never fucked anyone at work before, and it’s as thrilling as it is terrifying.

Without any hesitation, I slip my fingers from her pussy and move them to her hip. This is going to have to be hard and fast. Lining myself up, I slide straight into her and groan louder than I intend. My face plants where her neck meets her back, right on that bony prominence, and I use that bit of pain to focus me.

“Jack, I should tell you something.”

“What’s that?” I pant, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes because I’m so close to coming, and I haven’t even moved yet.

“I stopped taking my birth control last week.”

Well, that’s an orgasm killer. “I’m sorry, what?”

She giggles, and I rear back and turn her head so our eyes meet.

“You were kidding?” Then it hits me. “That scene from the last book we read.”

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