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“Good girl,” Roz managed to say through gritted teeth, though she wasn’t quite sure if she was even speaking actual words.
It seemed to spur on Sam, though, because her pace quickened. Sam pointed her tongue and flicked her clit even faster as she added a third finger, stretching Roz in ways she wasn’t used to feeling. The sensations overloaded her senses, and pleasure pooled deep within her as her pleasure rose.
With each expert flick of Sam’s wrist, Roz could feel the stones of her carefully guarded walls crumble one by one. Sam knew just how to breach her fortress, and Roz felt powerless in the best way.
Roz felt her legs twitch as the pleasure kept building, until every muscle in her body tightened. She threw her head back and cried out as her orgasm crashed over her wave after wave.
Only when it subsided did Sam extract her fingers from deep inside Roz. “Your princess loves to see you all blissed out too.”
Roz couldn’t help but smile. She leaned over to look in Sam’s eyes—really stare at the woman lying next to her—and see everything she was terrified to admit she wanted.
11
SAM
The hospital after hours always had a strange energy. It was too quiet, too empty, like the entire building was holding its breath. Sam wasn’t supposed to be here, not really. She’d told herself it was to check on a patient, maybe swing by Ben’s floor and look busy. But none of that was true. She was here for Roz.
Roz’s office sat at the far end of the hallway, tucked away like a secret. Sam made her way there, boots echoing on the sterile tile as she passed rows of locked doors and dimly lit rooms. The firehouse was home, sure, but there was something grounding about being here, about walking through walls Roz called hers.
The door to Roz’s office was cracked open, light spilling into the hall. Sam paused, taking a moment to steady herself, then knocked gently before pushing it open.
Roz was at her desk, pen tapping rhythmically against a folder. She looked up when Sam entered, a tired smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. Her pink hair caught the warm lamplight, the strands brushing against her sharp jawline.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Roz said softly, but her tone held no bite.
Sam closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment as she took in the scene: Roz, framed by the clutter of papers and medical books, looking as exhausted as she was beautiful. Sam’s heart did something stupid and soft in her chest. “Since when do I follow the rules?”
Roz huffed a quiet laugh, sitting back in her chair. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Yeah?” Sam took a step forward, shoving her hands into her pockets. “That a compliment or a complaint, Doc?”
Roz’s lips twitched. “Both.”
Sam’s grin faded as she crossed the small office, stopping just in front of Roz’s desk. The air between them shifted, that familiar pull settling in. Neither of them moved, but it didn’t matter, Sam could feel the electricity stretching the space between them, buzzing beneath her skin like an itch she couldn’t scratch.
“You look tired,” Sam said softly, taking in the faint circles under Roz’s green eyes.
Roz shook her head, waving her off. “Don’t start with that. You’re the one pulling twenty-four-hour shifts, not me.”
“Right. And yet here you are, burning the midnight oil. It’s like youlivehere.”
“Somebody has to.”
The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. Roz looked up at Sam, her expression softer now, almost curious. Sam swallowed thickly, her pulse quickening.
“Hey,” Sam murmured. “Come here.”
Roz hesitated, but only for a moment. Sam reached out, her fingers brushing Roz’s wrist, coaxing her gently out of her chair. Roz stood slowly, her movements deliberate, until they were standing toe-to-toe. Sam tilted her head, searching Roz’s face, her guarded eyes, the slight furrow of her brow, and then reached up to cup her cheek.
“You okay?” Sam asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Roz’s gaze softened, something unreadable flickering in her expression. She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned into Sam’s touch just slightly, closing her eyes for a heartbeat before opening them again.
Sam couldn’t help herself. She closed the final inches between them, pressing her lips to Roz’s in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly turned into something more. Roz exhaled against her mouth, a small sound that set Sam’s nerves on fire.
Sam pulled Roz closer, her hands tangling in her hair as she deepened the kiss. Roz responded in kind, her arms looping around Sam’s neck as she melted into her. The world outside disappeared, the empty hallways, the flickering fluorescents, the weight of everything waiting beyond the door. It was just Roz now. Just her lips, her warmth, her sharp edges softened under Sam’s touch.
Roz’s back hit the edge of the desk as Sam pressed forward, pinning her there. Sam couldn’t stop herself, didn’t want to, as her hands roamed, one sliding down to Roz’s hip, pulling her flush against her. Roz’s breathing grew heavier, the faintest sound slipping from her throat as Sam kissed her again and again, like she’d never get enough,
