Page 36 of Not Like Christmas At All
A hint of a smile touches his lips as he slides his hand up just a little higher toward my thigh.
“On-call room, fifth floor. Fifteen minutes.” Standing, he pushes in his chair and winds his way through the tables, stopping to say hello to a few people—both nurses and family members of patients—on his way out.
A rush of excitement bursts through me, and as calmly as I can, I stand, throw away my uneaten food, andtrynot to run out of the cafeteria to follow him.
It takes me less than ten minutes to make it to the on-call room, and thankfully, the hallway seems to be abandoned.
My palms are sweaty as I pace in front of the door, trying to convince myself this isn’t the worst idea ever. As a first year nurse, I know this could jeopardize my career. Not only is sleeping with a superior highly frowned upon, and most likely against hospital policy, sleeping with them at work is practically handing HR grounds to fire me.
I’m about to change my mind, when the door opens. Leaning against the frame, Lincoln crosses his arms over his chest. “I can hear you pacing from in here.”
“I guess the room isn’t very soundproof then.”
Tossing his head back, he laughs, then reaches for my wrist, tugging me inside.
The door clicks shut behind me, and the second we’re secluded, Lincoln’s hot lips are on me. Grabbing my hip, he presses me against the door.
“This is a bad idea.” I groan against his lips, melting into him.
His other hand glides down my arm, lifting it by the wrist to press against the wall over my head. Leaning his hips against me, he pins me in place. “The worst.”
“We’re at work,” I moan as his hard length rubs against my stomach. His tongue tangles with mine, and I grab a handful of his shirt, using my free hand to pull him closer.
“We are,” he groans, the vibration rumbling through our kiss. “Tell me to stop, Gen. You have the power here.”
Sliding my hand up his body, I wrap it around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “Don’tstop.”
My words snap something inside him, and the kiss changes from soft and urgent tohungryand frantic. Untucking my shirt, he claws at the fabric, tugging it up until he’s forced to break the kiss so he can pull it over my head.
He shrugs his coat off next, then loosens his necktie, making quick work of tossing it to the side before removing his button down. As he connects our mouths again, he reaches behind me and locks the door.
Both of his hands grip my waist, fingers biting into the exposed skin just above my scrub pants. Walking backward, he pulls me with him until he’s seated on the stiff bed and I’m standing between his widened legs.
Leaning forward, he kisses my stomach and pulls my pants down, taking my panties with them.
Kicking off my shoes, I step out of everything I’m wearing, now naked in front of him.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Gen.” His fingers dip between my legs, parting me and exploring my arousal. “I can’t wait to be inside of you again.”
With one hand, he pulls his scrub pants down, his thick cock springing out, eager to join the party.
Placing his hands firmly on either side of my hips again, he guides me over him, pulling me lower until my center meets his length.
“I want every piece of you, Gen,” Lincoln rumbles against my collarbone, licking and nipping at it. “Anything you’ll give me.”
Wrapping my hand around his length, I guide it to me, pressing down an inch. “You can have all of me.”
We groan in unison, his fingers digging into me harder. As he pulls me down onto him more, I open my legs further, my knees sliding against the scratchy knit blanket. Then I sink down until I’ve taken him completely, his length stretching me at this new angle.
Catching me in a kiss again, he begins to guide my movements, sliding my hips forward and back so I’m riding him slowly.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I toss my head back in pleasure and find a rhythm that has us both panting.
One thing I love about sex with Lincoln is he’svocal. He’s not afraid to moan, to whisper my name, and to use words to encourage me.
A layer of sweat coats our bodies, the old, worn down bed squeaking beneath us. It rattles against the wall, and for a brief moment, I worry someone walking by will hear us, but as quickly as I have the thought, it’s gone, lost to the pleasure.
Moving his hand between my thighs, Lincoln finds my clit. “Should we see how many times I can make you come before we have to leave this room?”
