“I’m not here to push you or judge you, Ethan. This is your life. If I want to be a part of it, I can’t choose which parts to see.” I step up to him now, pressing my mouth to his, and feel him melt into me as relief washes over him.
Our clothes fall off quickly now, and when we’re both bare, he picks me up and carries me to the shower.
20
ETHAN
TWO MONTHS LATER
I’m standing at the nurse’s station, signing a few documents when I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. I don’t lift my head, but I turn it slightly, seeing Ally give me a flirty smile before she enters the supply closet.
Her blue eyes sparkle, and her cheeks turn that light shade of red that I’ve become addicted to over the past couple of months.
We haven’t been able to stay away from one another like we first agreed.
Looking back now, I’m glad. These past months have been better than the past six years combined. I don’t know what this means for our future.
Even though I am healing from the loss of my wife, I’m not completely healed. I still have a lot of work to do, but Ally is patient. She doesn’t push for things I’m not ready for. Nor does she push me into talking about things I’m not ready to discuss.
She just accepts me for who I am, and for what I’m okay with giving her.
We’ve spent more and more time with one another. We try to avoid one another as much as we can at work, but once we’re off the clock, that’s off the table. We have dinner together mostnights, and she stays at my place when she doesn’t have class in the morning. The nights I spend with her wrapped around me are the ones I’m most thankful for. The nights I spend alone are usually sleepless, lost in thoughts of her and the memories we’ve created.
Seeing the flicker in her eyes and her sexy smile, my body begins to come alive with tingles. I look around, noticing there’s nobody around that saw her go into the supply room. Even if someone walks out of a patient room and sees me walk into the supply room, they still wouldn’t know I was in there with her. I drop the pen in my hand onto the desk and turn, moving toward the supply room, opening the door, and slipping inside. There’s only a single light in the ceiling, and the shelves are so tall that the light doesn’t reach the back very well.
I move through the aisles until I find her in one of the rows. She looks over her shoulder at me, offering a smile. “What are you doing in here? Did you follow me?” she asks, stocking the rolling cart with supplies.
“You could say that,” I reply, walking down the row until I’m standing behind her. I press my groin against her ass and my hand moves around to her stomach. “I saw that sexy smile and thought you were asking for something.” I nip her earlobe.
She tilts her head, exposing her neck to me. “What would I be asking for?”
I dip my head lower, kissing her neck as my hand slides downward. I push past the elastic of her scrub pants and her panties until my fingers dip between her legs. “Looks to me like you need to come.” Her pussy is already dripping with need, so my fingers move easily between her folds.
Her head falls back against my chest as she lets out a heavy breath. “You mean the orgasm I had in the shower this morning has already worn off?” she teases.
“I’m sorry, what? I still have too much water in my ears to hear you,” I tease, thrusting my fingers into her.
She drops the box in her hand so she can hold onto the shelf.
With my fingers buried in her sweet pussy, I grind the palm of my hand against her sensitive clit. I wiggle my fingers while thrusting them in and out, slowly building her up. “You better hurry up before someone walks in here,” I warn, whispering in her ear.
“Faster,” she pants.
I quicken my movements, fucking her with my fingers as quickly as I can move my arm. I kiss her neck and bite her sensitive skin. My other hand moves up to cup her breast, and I pinch her hard nipple between my fingers. Her knuckles turn white as she clings to the shelf, and her body starts to harden against mine. Her breathing becomes labored, and I know she’s close to coming. A few more strokes from my fingers has her shattering. She rides out every wave in my arms and when she comes to a stop, I kiss her jaw and remove my hand. I take a step back, but she spins around to face me.
“Wait. Your turn,” she says, grabbing for my belt.
I catch her wrist in mine. “Sorry, love, we don’t have time. Looks like you owe me one,” I tease, sucking her arousal from my fingers before turning to walk toward the door.
I step back out into the hallway, glancing in both directions. Everything is as it was, and nobody is any wiser. It takes every bit of strength, but I hold back a smile as I start toward my office with my hands in my pockets to conceal the massive erection I’m sporting.
When I get to my office, I step inside and remove my lab coat. I hang it on the coat rack in the corner before going to my private bathroom. I take a leak while briefly considering jacking off to relieve myself, but I decide not to. It’ll be so much better tonightwhen I can have her all to myself if I refrain now. I wash my hands and step back out into my office.
I’ve just sat behind my desk when my door opens, and she walks in. I look up at her with a smirk. “Couldn’t stand owing me, huh?” I roll my chair back and lift my hips as I push my pants down. “Alright, have your way with me, but make it quick. We don’t want anyone to notice that we’re both missing.”
She rounds my desk and rolls her eyes, but then she falls to her knees before me. Wrapping her hand around my cock, she bends forward, running her tongue up my shaft and around my tip.
“Fuck,” I moan just before she sucks me into her mouth. She pushes me to the back of her throat and sucks, working me forward and back. Her mouth feels so good. My head falls back against the chair and my eyes close, savoring the moment. She pushes me closer and closer to my breaking point, but I don’t let myself fall over the edge. I know I said we had to be quick, but now that we’re here, that’s the last thing I want.