"It depends on…" I paused, and a grin formed on my lips. "Wait. Why do you want to know?"

He sucked his teeth and looked away.

"That reminds me," I said as I walked over to his side of the desk and sat on the table. "Aren't you supposed to apologize for what you did to me last night?"

"I just did," he gave me a look like I was out of my mind.

"You don't even try to be modest about your arrogance," I groaned. "Or are you trying to play dumb?"

"No, I'm not," he responded. "I have no idea what else I'm to apologize for."

"Of course," I rolled my eyes.

"If you have something you want me to apologize for," he started to say as he got to his feet and stood in front of me, his right thigh forcing a path between my legs. "Then tell me what exactly it is."

I wanted to stop him, but my legs were not listening, and neither were my hips. Last night, I didn't get to finish, and he didn't go beyond kissing me before Kate. His doctors were trained to handle most of the emergency cases on their own, so there was little chance of anyone coming to interrupt us like Kate did.

"Well?" he asked as he held my hips, bringing my crotch to make contact with his thigh. "I'm waiting to hear what I'm apologizing for."

"You're doing it again," I muttered. "Stop it."

Even I wasn't convinced by my attempt to get him to stop.

"You have to be a whole lot more convincing," he said as he pressed his thigh against me, holding my hips down to make sure I didn't escape.

My pussy was already throbbing with excitement from the slight contact between our bodies through clothes.

"What am I apologizing for, Olivia?" he growled, and his eyes darkened as his hands on my hips forced me to hump against his thigh. "Tell me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, gasping, panting, muttering curses under my breath.

"Stop…this isn't professional; you need to let go of my hips," I demanded. "I don't want to hump you… Lucas."

"Bold of you to assume that I still have your hips under my control," he said.

"Lies," I accused him as the humping continued.

He wasn't lying. He had actually let go of me, and I was the one moving my hips at this point.

"So desperate," he sighed.

It's bold of you to assume that you're the only calm one in this situation.

I touched his groin area, and the bulge I came in contact with made my pussy clench. His muscles tightened as I touched his rod. I grinned to myself.

You can stop this. Remember, you said you wanted to keep this professional. What if you give in, and he starts giving you special treatment, and your colleagues turn on you for that reason? Why not back out now you still have the chance to?

Lucas stepped back and started rubbing against my pussy with his fingers, but the scrubs were in the way. They needed to go away. I needed his fingers.

My pussy was already screaming at me to let him in…but…but….

"You still haven't told me what I'm apologizing for," he said. He raised my top, caressed my stomach, and settled on the zipper in front of my pants.

He held the zip and slowly brought it down, one lock at a time.

"If I remember correctly, you were telling me last night that I needed to stop," he said in a husky voice, an evil grin on his face. He leaned in to whisper against my ear, "You can escape now. You can stop me from unzipping you…"

He was giving me a chance. He wanted me to beg. I didn't say a word, and he unzipped me completely. He pressed his fingers against my panties, skillfully finding my clit and pinching it.