Pulling away slowly—and quite painfully—I backed out of the space between her legs and rounded the table to the cabinet. I opened the one with samples and scanned the contents until I found what I was looking for.
Grabbing one from the box, I shut the door and moved back to Melody, unbuckling my belt and undoing the button of my pants as I did. The color of her face ripened as she realized where I’d gone.
“Oh my God.”
I laughed a little and leaned toward her with the condom between my pointer and middle fingers. “What? There are perks to doing this here.”
Her eyebrows pulled together, and I knew the question without her even having to ask it.
God, I’m an idiot. I was joking, and she was thinking, Have you ever done this here before?
“Never,” I answered, even though the question had never been spoken.
And I hadn’t. Not in my office and not with one of my office staff. The younger version of me didn’t think about things the way I did now, so I couldn’t say hospital hookups hadn’t happened in the past, but Mel was the exception to the rule, not the rule itself. Always. I wanted her to know that, but I didn’t want to spend any more time than necessary talking about it. We’d only have so long before people noticed us missing individually, and then eventually, noticed we were missing as a pair. And that would have a hell of a lot bigger impact on us than any transgressions from my past would.
“I promise.”
She nodded, not in agreement but belief. If I said I hadn’t done it, she trusted that. I didn’t think I’d ever had a woman other than my sister have that much faith in me before.
“Now,” I whispered. “Spread those legs wide, baby, and keep them there.” I flicked the condom up onto her chest and leaned in closer as she watched it land. “And hold on to that for me. I’m going to need it soon but not until I have a little something to eat.”
She shivered before my tongue even touched her. As it turns out, words can be foreplay when you’re short on time.
“Mmm,” I moaned as my lips closed over her pussy and sucked on the already waiting arousal. Her legs started to shake with the effort to keep them open, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease her. “Bet you’re glad for those stirrups now, huh?”
She smacked my head with a scowl, but when the violence was over, her hand didn’t bounce off of my head and away. Instead, her fingers laced through my hair. She yanked it back, pushing my mouth to her pussy and smiling. “We don’t have a lot of time here, Dr. Cummings.”
I think my name was meant to knock some sense into me, but all it did was turn me on. “Keep talking like that, and all you’re going to get is my cock, Mel. A meal isn’t meant to be rushed. It’s meant to be enjoyed.”
“Yeah, well, unless you want the whole office to see you shoot your load in good ole Load-y, you better get your shit together.”
I laughed, moving up her body to touch my lips to hers and softening my voice to a cajole. “Relax, Mel.”
She pursed her lips.
“I locked the door.”
Her green-gold eyes narrowed, and I fell a little deeper. Into her, into the moment, on my way into in love. “Okay,” I agreed. “I’ll hurry.”
She smiled then, triumphant.
“But only until we get to the good parts,” I amended.
Slowly, she moved her lips over mine, one side to the other and open until I let her tongue inside. Only then did she whisper her approval. “Deal.”
“Go ahead. Lie back, and we’ll start the exam.”
“What, are we playing doctor and patient now?”
“Why not?” I asked with a laugh.
“Because it’s creepy.”
I winked. “Good. I’d much rather play doctor and nurse.”
She smiled and shook her head. “Then get in there, Doctor. They need you.”
I just bet they did.
Bending low, I lifted her thighs with a jerk so that her ass left the table, and I settled my hands there. With one long lick, I pulled her taste back into my mouth and savored it. She wasn’t like anyone I’d had before, sweeter in all the ways that counted. And the taste of her pussy was sure as hell one of them.
She gasped, the same sound she’d made in the other exam room, and my dick pulsed in my pants.
“Again,” I rasped against her, and her hips jerked. With a quick stroke, I punched my tongue inside her, and only then did she gasp again.
“Again, Mel,” I ordered. She didn’t listen, not that I expected her to, the difficulty of a genuine gasp on command above even my pay grade. But it was part of the fun, telling her to, and then finding a way to make her.
Fingers to her ass, I pulled her closer to my face and swirled her clit until she gasped at the final flick.
She writhed now, close to climax, and I wanted nothing more than to taste it as she flooded my mouth. Up and down, her hips punched the air and guided my face as I ate. “That’s it, Mel,” I encouraged. “Chase it. Make me give it to you.”
“Will,” she called, closer to a yell than either of us expected.
“Quick, baby,” I told her. “Before someone finds us.”
Her eyes widened and then closed in ecstasy, the threat of discovery and the swirl of my tongue combined with three quick pumps of my finger finally enough to push her over the edge.
She sat up violently at the unexpected knock on the door.
“Hello?” Marlene called from the other side.
I smiled at Melody’s sheer panic and scooped up the condom from the center of her chest before leaving a kiss behind in its place.
“Guess we’re going to have to save this for another time.”
She shoved my shoulder and mouthed, “Marlene!” angrily.
I winked. Cleared my throat. And then raised my voice to a yell. “Be out in a sec, Mar. Just needed a minute to collect myself.”
Melody’s eyes shot to my very hard dick as Marlene grumbled an unsatisfied okay back.
I laughed softly. “I wish you had time to help me collect myself too.”
Another slap to my chest.
“Go!” she mouthed. “She’s outside that door waiting for you.”
I looked down. “Do I look like I can go now?”
“Well…think gross thoughts, then. Quickly.”
“Gross thoughts?”
She scowled. “To make him go back to normal.”
“Oh, please,” I said with a chuckle. “Please give me examples.”
“Susie sucking Frank’s dick.”
Oh God. The NYC bus tourists. I cringed.
“Exactly!” she cheered nearly silently, offering another suggestion immediately. “Your mom.”
“Ew. That’s more twisted than I’d like, thanks.”
“Hairy knuckles. Bowel obstruction. Applesauce on a mustard sandwich.”
I pouted as the blood filtered its way back into my head, but she leaned forward and touched her lips to mine to make it better, promising, “Later.”
God, yes. Later.
“Now, I’m hard again.” I teased, rubbing my thumb over her perfect, plump bottom lip. “You ruined all of your hard work.”
“Just go!” she said with a shove.
I straightened myself, grabbed my coat from the stool, and threw it on before walking to the door and looking back at her.