Page 48 of Sinful in Scrubs

“Do you always wear such intriguing underwear, or was this show on your agenda for the day?”

“Intriguing? You like?”

I nodded, too dumbfounded to say anything else witty.

She reached behind her and unfastened the bra and then stepped out of the panties. I practically swallowed my tongue.

“Scrubs are boring. I like knowing I have something pretty on underneath.” She dropped the last bit of lace and then crawled onto the bed where I was waiting for her.

“You are so incredibly lovely,” I said as I smoothed my hand over her belly. “You under scrubs are always pretty.”

“Trying to charm me?” She smiled and reached her arms around my neck.

I rolled into her, and our lips met again. All of her skin was so silky smooth. She was a tempting treasure that I wished I could spend all night with. I cupped her breast, and her nipple tickled my palm.

She grabbed my hand and sucked one of my fingers into her mouth. I felt the pull all the way down to my cock. She then guided the same hand between us and to her pussy. She gasped as my fingers slid between her folds. She was slick and ready.

“Damn, you’re hot,” I managed to say. There were so many other things, more charming, more seductive, that I could have said. I had thoughts of seducing her to ease her tension, but she had successfully turned my brain to mush.

“I need you,” she begged with a slight whine. She wiggled and rocked her hips against my hand.

“I’m right here.” I shifted our position so that I was braced between her legs.

“Now, Marcus, now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. The lady needed satisfaction, and I was here to deliver. I slid into her depths. She felt heavenly, like no other woman I had before. She writhed and bucked and gave as good as she took. I thrust and pounded against her.

And then her nails bit into my shoulders. She let out a keen, high-pitched plea for more, and I felt her body pulse and throb as her orgasm washed over her. I followed with my own release. I stayed pressed to her body, not willing to relinquish the contact between us.

With soft little noises, she curled up against me. My heart hammered in my throat, but Emma was so delicate and warm in my arms, I wasn’t about to jump out of bed and spoil the moment. I waited for her to fall asleep before gently extricating my arm out from under her and easing myself from her bed.

I hadn’t had to sneak out of someone’s bedroom in a very long time, and I realized I hated it. But I had kids at home, and I needed to get back.

“Are you leaving?” Emma asked in a drowsy, sleepy voice.

She rolled over and looked at me as I pulled my clothes on. “Yeah, I gotta get back to the kids. Staying, unfortunately, isn’t an option.”

“I understand,” she said with a brief nod.

“You go back to sleep, Emma.”

“Marcus?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” I said as I adjusted my slacks and tucked my shirt in.

“No, I meant for everything today—your support, your notes, dinner, this. Well…”

“I like you, Emma, and taking care of you is easy.”

“You took very good care of me. Thank you.”

“Taking care of you was easy and a privilege.”

I put my knee on the bed and leaned in, giving her another kiss. She was warm and smelled sweet, and I knew her skin was soft and that the bed was comfortable.

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