Page 43 of Connected

“Diggs…. Mm… you know this is so wrong. We—”

“Yeah, I know, but it feels good, right? And I guess it’s a first for both of us. Now…” he hops up and lays back on the couch, beckoning her towards him. “Come here Doc, I need you to listen to my heart.”

She feels awkwardly uncomfortable, but with an excited smile, she strips her pants and climbs on top of him. He lies back, his hands gripped on her hips, as she straddles her legs over his groin, and sitting up, she smiles. Wearing only the stethoscope around her neck, she leans forward and places its cool metal drum against the curve of his chest.

Lifting her hips, his hands grab at the cheeks of her ass, and slowly, he lowers her onto the hard firm of his cock. “Oh, baby, I have imagined doin’ this so many times and yeah… yeah it’s everythin’ I dreamed it would be.”

Kat smiles. Lifting her body, she rises forward—her hands pull her hair up, and she holds it on top of her head. Then, in a slow up and down motion, she grinds harder against his cock.

Suddenly her squeals of delight turn to a horrified gasp and dropping her hands, she quickly covers her breasts. “Commander Edwards! Holy shit…Sir I—”

“Lieutenant Morgan… Senior Chief Westwood. What in God’s name do you think you’re doing? No… no, don’t explain. Just get fuckin’ dressed!” He draws a breath, “Westwood… I will be speaking to your team leader about you. Lieutenant… my office—one hour!”

“Um, Sir… Yes, Sir.” The door slams with an almighty bang and Kat closes her eyes. “Fuck.”

“Hey…” Digby laughs. “Don’t worry. Kat, I said don’t worry—it’s only Edwards.”

“Digby, it’s not funny. I have to face him over this report. How the hell can I do that now after what he just saw?”

“Oh c’mon, we probably gave him the highlight of his week—hell, his year,” he laughs watching as Kat quickly pulls on her pants.

“I’m serious, Digby, it’s not funny. I thought you locked the fuckin’ door?”

“I was looking at you and must’ve forgotten. Oh c’mon, don’t worry about it,” he leans back with his hands behind his head smiling.

“You do know he’s gonna tell Darius about this—about what we were doing. How fuckin’ embarrassing is that?”

“Kat c’mon, Darius won’t give a shit. Why, would you worry what he thinks?”

“I’m not. Just… Arrgh… this makes me look like such a slut. This is exactly why I told you work and—this—should be kept separate.”

“Oh, c’mon baby, you worry too much. Hey if it makes you feel better, I’ll tell him I seduced you,” he strokes her back with his hand; smoothing across her stomach as he teasingly kisses her neck. “I’ll say I got my dick out, and you were so overcome, you couldn’t resist me.”

“Digby, will you stop,” she stifles a laugh. Pushing him back as he teasingly sucks at her breast. “I said stop it! You wantthis… Then you’ll have to wait until later.” Kat sighs and buttoning her shirt, she tucks it in.

He stands up, zips his pants, and kisses her as he finishes dressing. “Okay, but bring the stethoscope home.” He flashes a grin and then disappears out of the door.

With Digby gone, she lifts the lid on the black box and takes out the dress from inside.

Headed into the washroom, she places the hanger around her neck and holds the dress against her body. Standing on tiptoes—imagining the high heels—she gathers her hair up and poses in the mirror.

Turning quickly, she looks at the door. “Darius… Fuck, what the hell are you doing? I never heard you come in. Geez, I need to learn to lock that door.”

“What are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing. Sorry, did you want something?”

“Yeah, that file—your copy—I forgot to leave it earlier. Edwards just bleeped, he wants to see me. You need to make sure you read this—before he calls you. Kat, are you all right? I mean, after everything that happened you seem a little… distracted?”

“Just leave the file on the desk—he already called me to see him.” She feels awkward, and the atmosphere between them is obviously strained. “I need to get cleaned up.” She lifts the hanger from around her neck and holds the dress in her hand.

“You know that’s gonna look great on you. Gotta hand it to him, Rhys chose well. And he’s right, it does bring out the color of your eyes.”

“Well, I haven’t decided if I’m wearing it yet. Now, did you want something else? As I said I need to get ready for Edwards—I don’t want to piss him off by being late.”

“No… no, that was all. Oh, just make sure you know the full story—and tell Edwards exactly the way I wrote it. He doesn’t need to know anything else. Just answer what he asks with what I wrote in the report.”

“Yeah, of course. I’m not stupid,” she snaps.

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