I stood and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm sorry. I should have-"
"Yeah. You should have." He walked toward me, moving around my desk with aggression.
Fear and lust ripped through me. I lifted my hand and pressed it into his chest. "Back the fuck off."
"Not a chance. I sat at that goddamn restaurant an hour waiting on you." He stopped, but by the sharp rise and fall of his chest, I could tell he didn't want to.
My pulse spiked as a million delicious thoughts raced through my head. Doctor Feelgood was known for making women feel so fucking good. My desire to forget everything that weighed me down and simply give into him was overriding my need to pull back. I had to do something.
"I'm sorry that you seriously thought a respectable woman like me would go to dinner with a slut of a man like you." I laughed mockingly. Fuck me for being such a bitch. "There's no way in hell I want anything from you, and you're only here, Jacob Parker, because Aiden wanted you here. Fuck him for sending you here. You're nothing but a childish prick that has to show off and swing his cock through the hallways. You don't even deserve to be a doctor!" I screamed at him, hoping that my show would put him off, infuriate him, cause him to walk away and not look back.
He started to respond, his face red, his eyes warning me, but he closed his eyes and nodded. "I know what you're doing. You want your way today, Ans, but you're not getting it."
"I want what?" I took a step back as my hands grew damp. Fuck I wanted to be owned by him. To feel the passion of what he had inside of him break all over me.
"You want me to walk away." He opened his eyes, and he stole my breath. "It's not happening." He reached out and gripped the side of my neck, pulling me toward him angrily.
"No. I need you to." I put my hands on his chest and groaned as his muscles flexed under my fingers. I wanted to touch every inch of him. "Get out. Now!"
"Not happening." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine and the world disappeared.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and half-crawled up his body as I opened my mouth and invited him in. The sound of his grunt of appreciation had my chest pounding, my panties wet with a flood of lubrication. What the hell was it about this bastard? I knew he would take advantage of me and walk away.
But maybe that was better than him staying.
"Fuck me," I mumbled against his mouth as my dreams played out behind my closed eyes.
"Oh, you're gonna get fucked, woman." He wrapped one strong hand around the curve of my ass and lifted, forcing me to wrap my legs around him. The thick hardness of his cock pressed into my wet center was enough to leave me a hot mess on the floor.
He was huge from what I could tell, and I wanted every last inch of him tucked inside of me. He wrapped strong fingers around my hair and pulled back as he looked me in the eye. "You deserve a good spanking for standing me up last night, but I don't have the patience for that shit right now."
"I want one," I mumbled and rolled my hips as my eyes fluttered closed. Delicious lust washed over me in thick waves, and I didn't want anything but him. Something about the need to surrender left me broken, open, alive.
"And you play such a prude to the public." He released my hair and locked the door before pushing me hard against it. "I hope you like it rough."
"I don't know how I like it." I sounded like an unsure virgin. It was almost comical, and yet, I felt that way in his arms. He knew how to please a woman, and I wanted to be thrown over the edge of ecstasy violently by him. "Just shut the fuck up and do what you came in here to do."
He chuckled low in his chest before setting me down on my desk and leaning over to wipe my papers and files onto the floor. I wrapped myself around him and ran my tongue up the side of his neck.
"You need to learn your place in the bedroom, Ans." He moved back and wrapped his fingers around the back of my throat, pushing me back with his palm.
Fear pumped through me, and I gasped and gripped his wrist. "Don't."
"Hush. Do what you're told to do." He pushed harder, and I buckled under the pressure of trying to keep myself up. "You want this. Me. Just like I come. Stop trying to control the moment and let me have it."
"I'm scared," I whispered, shocked that the words came out of my mouth.
"I know you are, baby. Trust me on this." He ran his hand down between my breasts, and I arched my back and groaned as pleasure danced in the center of my stomach. "How long has it been?"
"Too long." Tears burned my eyes, but I forced them back. No fucking way was I making this an emotional moment. I wanted carnality. Needed it.
"I'm a big guy, Ans." He tugged my shirt up and reached into the cup of my bra to pull one of my breasts out. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. I knew you'd be a goddess."
I moaned as he leaned down and ran his tongue around my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and grinding against me. The friction was enough to leave me shaking. I'd had a few shallow orgasms thanks to my own fingers, but never a deep one. Never one in the act of sex. I wanted one so bad, but the pressure to get there was too much. It was a mental game with me, and I couldn't let go enough to get there. Not ever.
I slid my fingers into his dark hair and moved my feet up on the desk, bending my knees and opening my legs a little wider. "I hate you for this," I whimpered as he tugged on my nipple with his lips and glanced up.
"That's alright. Just come for me, alright?" He moved back and tugged my pants and panties off in one quick swipe. Another long moan slipped from me as he smiled. "Drop your knees to the side. I wanna see you."
"Parks," I whispered, but dropped my knees open, pressing them against the hard wood of my desk. I wanted to watch him closely, to see if he really liked what he was seeing.
The lust on his face burned me.
He glanced up as he tugged his scrubs down to his thick thighs and pulled his shirt over his head. "No more talking unless it's naughty, okay?"
I moved up to my elbows and nodded. God, I wanted to be naughty with him. I just didn't know what to say. Being with someone other than Nolan had me self-conscious, worried, wanting to be everything he wanted me to be. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, and my eyes grew wide. He wasn't big. He was fucking huge.
"Like what you see, Ans?" He pumped his swollen cock through his hand before leaning it toward me and running his soft head over my lips, parting me open and slipping an inch into me.
"I love it," I moaned as my body contracted, tightening my channel around him.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, baby." He pressed in a little and reached up with his free hand, gripping the side of my neck again as he rolled his hips.
I groaned and lifted my legs a little, arching my back and pressing down on his warm erection. Tingles started in the center of my stomach and raced up my spine, leaving me a little dizzy. "I wanna come."
"You will, angel. Just look at me while I fuck you real good right now."
I opened my eyes and locked gazes with him as he pressed in further. The determination on his handsome face had me far beyond unraveled. "I'm so wet," I whispered and pressed down farther.
"Because you want this. You want me." He gripped my neck and lifted his hips, forcing more dick in me than I thought possible.
"I do." I gripped his forearm and turned my face to kiss the soft skin around his wrist as he undulated his hips and worked his huge cock deep inside of me. The sound of our moans combined with the sweet scent of sex was almost too much. I wanted more. To be violated and owned by him. I wanted him everywhere. To drown in the delicious depravity of his sex.
"You're close, Ans. I can feel your sweet little pussy clenching up. Let her go. Come all over me." He pulled out and jack-hammered his cock back in me.
"I don't know how." I pressed my feet into the desk and lifted my ass up a little, bouncing on his cock as he held on tightly and forced me to take more than I wanted each time.
"There's no thinking to it." His voice was gravelly, commanding. "Look at me. Now."
I swallowed hard and forced myself to keep my eyes on his beautiful face. It was too much, but I wasn't giving up the fight yet. "I've never... not before."
"Good. I want to be your first time. Look at me and listen to the sound of my voice while I fuck you over the edge."
"Please?" I whimpered and grasped his other wrist as he pressed it to the desk beside my head, forcing me onto my back and pressing the full weight of his body against mine.
"I love the way your pussy is tugging on my cock. You feel it? Like your body wants to suck me off." He licked my lips before kissing me several times. "You want this big bastard inside of you, don't you, sweetness?"
"Yes." I panted as a fire built in my stomach. It scared me and left me powerless to him. I clung to him tighter and lifted my face, needing to feel the softness of his lips as he fucked me with long, hard thrusts.
"That's it. Suck on my tongue, Ans. Suck nice and hard and think about all the things I'm going to do to you when you finally give yourself over to this need building up inside of you. I'm going to fuck every opening of your perfect body and own you, Ans. I'm going to make you my slut. Hear me?" He pressed his lips to mine and forced his tongue deep into my mouth as the slick head of his cock beat against the ticking time bomb in my body.
I moaned and writhed against him. Never in a million years would I have let anyone else talk to me like he had, but my mind lit up with the possibilities of what pleasure could look like.
A scream ripped from me as electricity coiled out from the center of my stomach and thick liquid pumped from my body, making our sex sloppy and lighting Parks on fire.
"Fuck yes," he mumbled against my mouth and kissed me once more before moving back and gripping my hips. He powered into me as I rode the high, my hands gripping the edge of the deck, my eyes fighting against me wanting to close them. I tried to stay focused on him as his face filled with pleasure. "I'm gonna fill you up with come, baby. Take all of it, okay?"
"Yes. Do it." I glanced down to watch his slick shaft press back into me. Pleasure like I'd never experienced before lit me up.
"Come again." He lifted one of my legs and kissed my ankle as he fucked me harder. The pressure of his thumb against my clit as he splayed out his fingers on my stomach was more than I could handle. My body tremored under the weight of another deep orgasm. I cried out, and he rocked against that spot again, forcing me to let go of anything I tried to cling to. He continued to fuck me through the orgasm, but slowed a little, massaging my body with his as he let out a long, relaxed sigh.
"I can't believe we-"
"No." He shook his head and pressed back into me. "You don't get to ruin this. Just be quiet and enjoy how good we were together."
I pursed my lips and nodded, reaching for him as he leaned over and kissed me one more time. "This doesn't mean that-"
"Woman!" He barked and nipped at my lips before moving back and pulling up his scrubs. He grabbed his backpack from the ground and walked to the door, pausing before he unlocked it. He glanced back, and I felt a part of my heart heal. "You still owe me dinner. And this time, I'm picking your bad-acting ass up. Period."
I smiled, unable to help myself. No words would fit the moment, so I gave up trying and curled up on top of my desk, warm and sexually sated for the first time in my life.
I had no idea it could be so good, but maybe it wasn't.
Maybe he was. Yeah. It was definitely him.
They didn’t call him Doctor Feelgood for nothing.
Chapter 13
Parks
Ansley and I worked side by side in the OR later that day but barely spoke two words to each other. I wasn't sure if she was pissed or upset, but I let her be. I was blown away. I'd fucked a lot of women in my time, but none that made me crave more like she did.
The Ice Princess had a soft, warm, wet center, and she wanted to be dominated like a whore in the bed. She had my insides twisted in knots and my cock playing race up the flagpole all night. By the next morning, I was exhausted from lost sleep, and my balls hurt so bad I could cry.
I took a long shower before heading into work and milked a few orgasms out of myself. It was nothing compared to the elation I felt fucking Ans against her desk the day before, but it would work to move me from being a space cadet for the rest of the fucking day.
Ansley's car was already parked in her spot, which was a bit of a bummer. I wanted to park there to get to her a little, and maybe if things were okay between us, cause her to smile or roll her eyes. The woman had a serious hold over me after a week of being in her hospital. I had no clue how the fuck I was going to survive for another three weeks and not fall head over heels in love with her.
"No. Fuck that," I mumbled and walked through the doors to the hospital.
Terrance turned and glanced up from a chart, a smile on his face. "Fair warning, it's a war zone up there today." He nodded up as if I knew what he was talking about.
"In the OR?" I lifted an eyebrow and shifted my backpack to the other shoulder.
"Yeah. Ansley and Nolan are at it." He shook his head and glanced back down at the chart. "I still think one of them should find a new place to work. Having them blow up the place with their shit all the time is really starting to get everyone down."
"Any idea whose fault it is?" I moved around him as worry rose in my chest. I was a little surprised by Terrance's willingness to talk poorly about Ans or Nolan. He was so tight-lipped a few days back when I was digging. Odd.
"Nope. Good luck today."
"Thanks, man." I walked into the elevator to find a couple of residents huddled together, whispering about something. "Ladies." I nodded at them and put my back to them.
"Doctor Parks." The one with red hair moved up to stand beside me, a sexy smile on her pale face. "We're all going out later tonight for a little bit of relief. Is there any way you might want to-"
"Nope, but thanks for the invite." I walked off the elevator and made a beeline for Ansley's office. It was empty, but I couldn't help myself from walking in and breathing in deeply. It smelled like her. Clean and delicious. My mind moved back to our sex the day before, and my cock twitched a few times, the poor bastard wanting his newest obsession with a passion.
I pressed my palm down on my growing erection, took a deep breath and moved my backpack to hang in front of me as I walked up toward Nolan's office. The sound of the two of them yelling at each other lit something inside of me. I didn't want her to feel anything for anyone. Not even me, really. It was selfish and fucked up, but it was what it was.
I put my hand on the door and tried to decide what my best plan of action would be. Had she said something to Nolan about us fucking? Had someone seen us? It all added up too well for me not to consider that the Chief of Staff might know that I fucked his ex-wife on her desk the day before.
Aiden. God. Aiden was going to kill me too.
I said a small prayer and removed my hand from the door. It was best that I didn't barge in on the middle of their fight, no matter how bad I wanted to save Ansley. She was a big girl, and tough as fucking nails. She could save herself, and wouldn't appreciate me walking into her personal situation like I had the right too.
I made a mature decision, though it almost killed me to do it.
Turning around, I walked slowly back to my office and tried to slow my racing heart.
"She's fine. Leave it alone." I closed my door behind me, dropped my bag and ran my hands over the top of my head. What the fuck was I thinking taking her the way I had the day before? There was too much at risk, and now it was too late to have an adult conversation with myself. "Fuck."
My phone buzzed, and I walked over to see Nolan's name pop up. I hit the speaker button.
"This is Parks."
"Nolan. Come to my office. Now." He dropped the call.
"Ugh. Shit." I walked out of my office and made my way back down to his. If the fucker thought I was going to be intimidated or worried about getting fired because of fucking Ansley, he was out of h
is mind. I wasn't scared of shit. I didn't work there anyway, and I could weasel myself out of a bad spot with Aiden somehow.
But I hated the thought of fucking up Ansley's reputation or her career. Nothing was worth that, and from what Aiden said, it was all she had.
I pushed the door open to find Ansley standing by the window, her back to me. Nolan was at his desk, typing away on his keyboard. It was damn near impossible, but I forced myself to look away from Ans as she turned. The woman was beyond beautiful, the most powerful and sensual creature I'd ever been around. She made me want to do things I never thought I would be willing to consider, like try...
"Parks. Sit." Nolan glanced over at Ans. "Doctor Crawford. Come over here please."
I sat down and ignored his jab over not calling me a doctor too. The tension was fucking thick as it was. I wasn't going to add to it, not when we all knew I was an excellent surgeon. I didn't have a need to pull my balls out and lay them on the desk. It was wasted energy.
Ansley walked over, her chin up, her tits were perky and beautiful. She was all natural, and I almost felt sorry for the idiot across the desk from us. I wouldn't survive loving and losing a woman like her. I'd be fucked up like my old man, without a doubt.
"Alright." He pulled out a file and handed it to me. "We have a high-profile client who is in need of a scoping due to pressure in his head. He's not available for the next two weeks, but we want to get him in here the minute we can. Got it?"
Ansley snorted. "With the type of headaches he's having, and the frequency of them, we're risking a lot here, Nolan. You need to stop licking his ass and tell him the truth. He could die, and then what?"
She sounded like she was ready to blow the building up. I glanced over at her, but she ignored me completely. It should have hurt my feelings, but I was starting to understand her a little better. She hid behind a wall of emotion, and anger was her favorite flavor by far.
"It's not my call, Doctor Crawford, and you know that. We've been through this." He clenched his jaw, and the two of them went into a stare down.
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