Page 22 of Deadly Intentions

“If you’d know what, Catarina? What the hell is going on, Donny?”

“The man I’ve been caring for isn’t a stranger.” She whimpered, her voice cracking as she tried to muster the words burning at the tip of her tongue. “Massimo. It’s Michael. Michael is my patient.”

“I’ll be there tonight.” The line went dead, leaving Catarina and me to stare at the darkened screen.

Catarina crumpled against me, her cries of anguish ripping at the very fiber of my being. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to my body. Her pain was my pain, and I wanted to make it vanish. But it wasn’t something I could take from her. This was her demon, and she would need to be the one to exorcise it. All I could do was hold her and make sure she was safe.

“I know this isn’t a good time, but we need to talk about the other issue.”

Catarina took a deep breath of air and blew it out. She sat up in my lap and straightened her scrub top. “I need to go see Dr. Brooks.”

“No.” My fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place. “We talked about this.”

She wiggled out of my grasp and stood. “I’m in the hospital. He won’t do anything to jeopardize his career. It’s the only way he’ll open up about his friend.”

Catarina moved to the door. “My shift is nearly over. Go back to Michael’s room and I will meet you there.”

I moved faster than she expected and slammed the lock in place. I had her pinned between me and the door. “You’re not making decisions about this, Catarina. I will not let you put yourself in danger. I can’t.”

Her palms came up to my chest, pressing against me in an attempt to push me away. But I wasn’t going to move and let her walk into the hornet’s nest unprepared.

“Please,” she whimpered, her body sagging against mine.

I gripped her chin in my fingers and tilted her head to look her in the eyes. “No.” A lone tear trickled down her cheek, staining the cotton fabric of her shirt.

My head tilted slowly, giving her a chance to turn away. When she didn’t, my lips pressed against hers. It started softly, but like most fires that have gasoline poured on them, it became feral with need. Her hands wound around my neck, pulling me into her as I hoisted her off the ground.

“Catarina.” I growled as she ground her tiny frame into the bulge threatening to rip apart the metal teeth of my zipper.

“Make me forget.” She nibbled my earlobe as she rubbed her center against me.

I spun her around and took two long strides to the small love seat against the wall, where I sat down. Catarina straddled my legs, her lips continuing their exploration against my neck. I divested her of her shirt and tossed it to the floor.

“Last chance to back out.” I trailed my fingertips down her bare skin.

Catarina responded by tugging my shirt from my pants and helping me out of it. She slipped off my legs and dropped to her knees between my legs. Her hands reached for the button of my jeans and, as though she had been an expert, flicked open the button with ease. Her delicate palm sipped beneath the metal cage containing my arousal and wrapped her long fingers around my shaft. My body tensed and I bucked my hips at the feel of her palm moving against my dick.

“Fuck.” I hissed as she tugged my cock out of the confines of my jeans. She tugged at the material, silently asking me to lift my ass off the couch. When I did, she wiggled the fabric down to my ankles.

As soon as my pants hit the floor, Catarina had my dick shoved down her throat. Her hand cupped my testicles as she licked and sucked the swollen mushroom head, dripping with desire. Catarina moved with precision as she bobbed along my length. She was a goddess when it came to sucking cock, and if I let her continue, I would explode inside her sweet mouth. Even as good as I knew it would feel, I needed to be inside her.

“Stop.” I tugged her to her feet. “Take off your scrubs.”

I stroked my shaft, watching as she pushed her cotton pants down and stepped out of them. I held my hand out and guided her to my lap. She eagerly climbed onto the couch, straddling my hips once again. Her core hovered above my erection as she held my gaze. I held my shaft still and guided it between her folds as she sank down over me.

“Fuck.You feel good.” I groaned as she adjusted her gait to take me deeper.

Her breaths came out in pants as she began to move against me. Catarina pressed her palms to my shoulders, giving her something to hold on to as she fucked me. My hips thrust up, pressing into her as she rocked. We were like a symphony of sex, playing a song that thundered with desire. The muscles of my legs burned as I pounded into her, marking the depths of her womb as mine. Her head flew backward as her walls began to ripple around my rod. The pressure of her orgasm triggered my own. I bellowed into the room as my release ripped through me, filling her core with my seed. Catarina cried out as her pussy flooded with desire, coating my cock in her essence.

“Jesus Christ.” I heaved out a breath. “Did I hurt you?” I ran my hand up her back, fisting her hair.

“No.” She twisted her head in my palm and smiled. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Aside from thoroughly fucking me?” Catarina smiled sheepishly as she eased off my lap and gathered her clothes. “For making me feel something other than guilt.” She grabbed a wad of paper towels and wiped off the remnants of our coupling. Crumpled paper towels landed on my lap, making me laugh.

“Thanks. And you’re welcome.” I smiled. “Catarina, you can’t confront your boss. Not yet. Let’s get through the next day with your brothers first. Then we will come up with a plan.”

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