Page 26 of Blazing Hearts

When Kara stopped just inches away, Mallory’s pulse quickened. There was no escaping her now. The heat between them was palpable, thick in the air. Kara didn’t say a word at first, but the silent understanding passed between them, making Mallory’s skin flush with a mixture of nervousness and longing.

Then, Kara’s voice, low and commanding, slid through the space between them. “I need you to take me somewhere we can be alone,” she said, her tone filled with a raw, undeniable desire. “No distractions. No one else. Just you and me.”

The words hit Mallory like a rush of adrenaline, the command in Kara’s voice stirring something deep within her. The way Kara looked at her—intense, focused—left no room for argument. It was clear this wasn’t just a casual request; it was a demand. The certainty in Kara’s eyes made Mallory’s breath hitch. It wasn’t just about the physical attraction; it was about the raw intensity of Kara’s presence, the need for privacy that felt urgent, almost desperate.

Mallory’s heart raced, her mind spinning. She glanced around the ER, her training kicking in. She was on duty, in a hospital, surrounded by colleagues. This was reckless. This was unprofessional. But as she stood there, inches from Kara, she couldn’t deny the pull. The intensity of the moment overpowered any logical reasoning, and the words that had been swirling in her head—the ones she had been holding back for so long—finally found their way to her lips.

“Okay,” Mallory whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with more certainty than she had felt in days. The decision was made. She wasn’t going to hold back anymore. “Follow me, but act discreet. There’s enough awkwardness working with my ex’s wife without adding anything else into the mix.”

Kara simply drew her finger across her lips, sealing her mouth shut, her eyes aglow with mirth.

The walk through the corridor to her office seemed to take an eternity; all the while her heart was making a determined attempt to escape the confines of her chest. Her mouth was dry, the squeeze of anticipation settling in her stomach.

God, what was Kara doing to her?

Mallory’s palms were so sweaty from the heady combination of want and worry of being caught that by the time she stopped in front of her office door, her hand almost slipped from the handle.

Beside the two of them, the corridor was deserted. Mallory deftly unlocked the door, pulling Kara in behind her, and re-locking it. The sooner they were behind closed doors the better.

“So what was it—” Mallory was cut off by Kara slamming a palm against the solid wooden door beside her head. Towering over her, she looked simply delectable. Mallory could smell lingering smoke on her, could see the smudges of soot across her face. Beyond the smell of smoke was sweat- the unmistakable scent of Kara. This disheveled look was one Mallory could certainly appreciate more often.

“You know, I’ve been waiting weeks for this appointment, Doctor Storm,” Kara said, a smirk gracing her lips.

“And what seems to be the issue?” Mallory asked, continuing the playful line Kara had chosen.

“Well, I’ve been having some trouble here.” Kara took Mallory’s hand, pressing it into her breast through her T shirt.

Mallory’s breath hitched, her tongue darted out, gliding across her dry lips. She watched as Kara’s gaze tracked the tiny movement eagerly.

“Hmm, so like this?” Mallory asked as she squeezed, excitement filling her as Kara stifled a gasp. “What about this?” she said, bring her other hand up to capture her other breast.

“Fuck, yes. Exactly there, Doctor.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about this before, massage is usually?—”

Mallory found herself unable to speak as Kara swooped forward, claiming her mouth in an aggressive kiss.

“Sorry, we’ll have to do this another time. I can’t wait any longer, I’ve been wanting to do this too long.”

Mallory felt Kara slide her hand down to her pants, unclasping them with practiced ease, and drop both them and her underwear down her legs. Mallory reached up to her white coat, eager to unbutton it.

“No, leave it on.”

Kara’s eyes were gleaming with desire, and Mallory could see her chest heaving. Before she could really comprehend it, Mallory found herself lifted in Kara’s strong arms; carried across the room and set down on her desk. Kara dropped to her knees before her.

Fuck, she wanted this, wanted Kara.

Letting her head drop back, Mallory reveled in the feeling of Kara’s rough calloused fingers traveling up the soft skin of her inner thighs. It felt amazing, so why had she ever denied herself this?

A short gasp escaped her as she felt soft hair tickle her skin, before hot breath ghosted across her wanting pussy.

The warmth of Kara’s mouth engulfed her entirely; it took all of her self control not to thrust up into it. Kara must have felt it too, as she let out a knowing chuckle, and moved her hands to rest atop Mallory’s thighs, holding her in place.

Mallory wound her hands into Kara’s thick hair, relishing in the softness. She sank into the sensations as Kara flicked her tongue back and forth across her clit, before languidly trailing through her folds. Time lost its meaning as Mallory gave in to Kara’s ministrations, waves of pleasure wracking through her body. Kara gave her no relief, content to take her time exploring Mallory’s pussy with her mouth; enjoying the slow pace. A guttural moan sounded from Mallory as Kara once again abandoned her clitoris to push her tongue inside her.

“Fuck, you’re too good at this. We can’t be too loud.”

Kara’s head inched up, fingers taking her tongue’s place as she replied.

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