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He didn’t even take my pants off. His fingers pushed into me then slid across my clit, massaging. “You like this? You think I can finish you off like this? Because it feels to me like you really want me.”

I bit my lip, nodding. “Fuck me... God, you make me so horny. Just being in the same room with you is torture. This entire time, I was praying the wetness wouldn’t soak through my scrubs and make a fucking wet spot.” He pushed my clit harder, swirling his fingertips around the hardening nub, and I lifted my leg, resting my foot on the exam table’s footrest. It gave him just enough room to push his fingers into me and use his other hand to massage my clit.

He kissed me while he worked his magic, stimulating me and finger fucking me. A couple of times, my knees bent, nearly causing me to fall, but the exhilaration of the moment kept my adrenaline high.

“God, that feels amazing,” I moaned quietly, acutely aware that people were talking outside the door.

“Wish I could taste your pussy right now.” Evan sank his teeth into my earlobe and bit down hard. I yelped and grabbed his arms.

“Deeper,” I panted, feeling my body about to snap, and the minute he pushed in harder, I did. “Fuck... now...” He pulled his head back, his eyes locked on mine until I couldn’t hold mine open any longer. I had to grip his biceps for support to stay upright. The orgasm was amazing, making my entire body shake, and when it was over and I was nothing but a mess of shivers and cum, he pulled his hands out of my pants and sucked his fingers clean.

I could see the massive bulge in his pants. He wanted me too. I glanced at the clock. That had taken less than ten minutes, that’s how horny I was. It also meant that I had a few more minutes to spare, so I grabbed his belt and loosened it, then opened his fly. I rose up to my tiptoes to kiss him, but he was already pushing me down, and down I went with delight.

The cement was hard on my knees, and his cock was hard in my hands. I sucked him, stroking him. He grabbed my shoulders first, probably conscious about my hair, but the longer I sucked him, the more frantic his hands became. I rotated my head so I could look up at him out of the corner of my eye, and he had his eyes shut, mouth hanging open.

Evan grabbed my head, beginning to thrust into my mouth. A few times, he went so deep I thought I’d choke, so I relaxed, letting him take over. He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and I wasn’t stopping him. He didn’t take long, and with the way he was fucking my mouth I knew he’d been as worked up as I had been.

His release was hot and salty, and I swallowed it down, enjoying the rhythmic pulses of his cock in my mouth. He glided in and out of my mouth as I peeked up at him, and this time, he was looking down, watching me. My body wanted more, but a glance at the clock told me we didn’t have time. So I stood, tucking his dick back into his boxers.

“That was hot,” he whispered as he zipped his fly and tightened his belt. The door handle jiggled, and I raised my eyebrows, swallowing hard.

Not even thinking, I unlocked it and opened it to find Dr. Marshal standing there with a chart in hand and a smile on his face. When I turned around, Evan was still buckling his belt. My heart raced, blood pounding in my ear drums like voodoo curses were being enacted against me. Dr. Marshal glanced at Evan, then at me, and nodded.

“Got the needle today, huh?”

Evan smiled. “Yeah, she got me good.” He shook his head and my cheeks burned. “Damn near sucked the life out of me. That shit was intense.”

I was mortified. I knew he was trying to push my buttons with his double entendre, and it was working. I had to back away and let Dr. Marshal access Evan’s chart. He could probably smell the sex in this room even if we hadn’t had real sex. My body had made enough mess for the both of us.

“Well, I’m sorry to cause you so much discomfort.” He picked up Evan’s file and thumbed through it and I wished he’d just leave. He’d never peeked in on me like this before, but then last time, Ihadasked him to take over Evan’s case.

“Nah, Gypsy... I mean, Dr. Gardener, has a way of putting you at ease in situations like this.”

Cameron’s eyes popped up and he smiled at me. “Well, good. Looks like you just got the first PRP treatment? Now, this means you’ll come back weekly for up to six weeks. Are you okay with Dr. Gardner treating you? There seemed to be a bit of concern on her part about propriety.”

I stood there while they talked about me as if I weren’t in the same room with them. I felt like I’d vomit, and it wasn’t the load I’d just swallowed. It was the fact that we’d almost been caught.

“I mean, we used to date back in the day.” The moment Evan said the words, I winced. I realized how that must have made him feel when it came out of my mouth only minutes ago. “But no. If you’re comfortable with her treating me knowing that, then I’m cool with it.”

Cameron looked from me to Evan and back, a pensive expression on his face. “And there’s nothing going on between you right now?”

“Right now? No. That was so ten minutes ago. If you know what I mean.” I could have killed him. I had to bite the inside my cheek so hard I drew blood just to keep from smiling at his stupid joke. And it didn’t help lower my blood pressure at the moment, either. Dr. Marshal held my future in his hands, and Evan was cracking jokes about it.

“Perfect. Well, Gypsy, it looks like you’re all set here. Let’s finish this up and order imaging. If he’s doing well, we can just monitor. If not, we’ll have to consult Veterans Affairs for surgery plans.” He turned and slapped Evan on the shoulder. “Good to see you, Evan. You tell your mom I said hello.”

As Cameron left the room, I watched a dark shadow pass over Evan’s eyes. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he crammed his cap on his head, winked at me, and followed the doctor out. He was going to pay for his cheeky behavior. I smiled to myself and picked up his file. I just had to find the right way to pay him back.

CHAPTERNINE

Evan

I settled in for some rest but couldn’t sleep. The day had been stressful. All I could think about was how amazing it would be to have Gypsy here with me right now, hold her, maybe have sex and talk. But she wasn’t allowed on base, and this late at night, I wasn’t permitted to go out, aside from the fact that she was likely already sleeping.

I picked up my phone, taking it off charge, and glanced at the clock. It was after midnight. The entire base would be lights-out already, but I had the luxury of my own apartment. The small one-bedroom was large enough for me, but boring. Beige walls, beige carpet, tan furniture, no wall hangings, even a boring cream-colored shower curtain. It was why I preferred spending my time outdoors.

Exhausted and frustrated, I rolled to my side, scrolling through my various social media apps until I had checked every notification. I was tense, but porn wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted her. So I shot her a text, hoping maybe I’d catch her still awake.

Evan 12:38AM:Hey, you awake?

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