“Stop torturing me, Doc.”
Ava’s eyes have a palpable hunger in them. She’s impatient, so much so that she grabs my hand and shoves my fingers insider her.
“You have to learn some self-control. You have a lot to learn, little one.”
“I’m not as young as you think,” she hisses. Clutching my hand, she rocks her hips in a rhythmic motion.
Thrusting another finger into her slick pussy, her juices coat my fingers, making my dick hard again. She’s so fucking tight. I’m used to setting rules and taking what I want, all while knowing I have no intention to have a repeat. But Ava was different. I knew at the hotel that she wouldn’t be a clinger, and I liked that about her.
I let my usual guard down more because of her demeanor. This is just sex, as it should be. I have no time or desire for a relationship. Dating takes too much work.
Ava tightens her grip on my fingers, forcing me to work harder. Her lips crash against mine, and her tongue slips inside my mouth. She pulls my head closer, stroking my jaw with her thumb. Trembling beneath me, Ava’s muscles clench around me, and her juices coat my skin. I break away from her long enough to taste her, before dragging my finger along her lips.
I grip Ava by the hips, and she climbs onto my lap, her knees digging into the couch and her thighs molding around mine. Not wanting to waste another second, I push the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the fabric so tight it’s practically glued onto her skin. I grab her tits in my hands, getting more than a handful’s worth, and suck on her nipples.
Ava runs her hands over my abs, staring at the dark ink on my chest and arms. She reaches between us to grab hold of my cock. Making a fist around me, she slides her hand up my length. I suck in a deep breath. Clamping my hand around hers, telling her to stop, she locks onto me and nods as if she understands. I lean over the side of the couch and reach into the pocket of my pants to retrieve a foil packet. Quickly, I tear it open and roll the condom on, before lifting her up just enough to lower her onto my cock.
This time, I ease into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. Ava bites down on her bottom lip and closes her eyes.
She opens her eyes and digs her nails into my shoulders. “Harder, Doc.”
I slide in and out of her, careful not to hurt her too much, before I pick up the pace, my movements so in sync as I grip her hips and fuck her. With Ava, I could go all night, pumping faster, as the sweat trickles down my forehead with each thrust. We lock eyes, as another earth-shattering orgasm owns her body. I groan from the sexy look on her face and the moans that escape her lips, and then my entire body trembles.
I thrust into her a few more times before I kiss her, slow and passionate as if we made love instead of fucked. After I leave a trail of kisses along her chest, I slide her off me and onto the couch next to me, ready for more.
“Damn,” Ava says, gasping for air. She glances down at my cock that’s still hard and wrapped in latex. “You should probably go take care of that so you can come back and fuck me again before I leave.”
Definitely not a clinger.
Excited by the offer of another round with Ava and knowing she will leave without any issues, I get up from the sofa and stare down at her. She’s gorgeous and so fucking young. With her legs spread wide and her naked body glistening with sweat and toned to perfection, I could admire Ava all night.
I like her, and that doesn’t happen often. Most of my encounters with women occurred in an on-call room between shifts. That can’t happen anymore—not when I’m going to be the boss.
Without another word, I walk toward the bathroom, thinking of all the dirty things I’d like to do with Ava before I send her home. I have all of five hours before I start my new job. It’s hard to believe I landed this position at such a young age. I should get some sleep, or at the very least prepare myself for the day to come. But I’m greedy and need more of Ava. For whatever reason, I am not ready to send her home.
Chapter Nine
AVA
I spent the rest of the weekend nursing a hangover along with the aching between my thighs. Sloan sure did a number on me; to the point that I could barely walk across my apartment yesterday. But it was worth it. I never do things as adventurous as a one-night stand, and it felt good to finally live for once. For years, I busted my ass in school. I needed one moment of feeling alive from something other than the adrenaline that shoots through my bloodstream during a surgery, making me high on power.
The second I step out of the bathroom on the third floor, Stacey is bolting toward me with a crazed look in her eyes. She has two Styrofoam cups in her hands. She holds one of the coffees out to me, which I take with a sigh of relief.
She smirks. “So, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?”
“Umm…The good news, I guess. It’s too early in the morning to get hit with bad news.”
“On my way to the cafeteria, I saw Sloan. He didn’t see me, but I saw him.”
My mouth goes as wide as my eyes. “He works here?”
She flips open the top of her cup and blows at the steam coming out from the tiny hole. “I guess so. There are so many hot doctors in this place. It’s like an all I can eat buffet.”
“You have to focus now that we’re here. The last thing you want to happen is to get kicked out of the residency program because you had the wrong dick in you.”
“Says the girl who fucked an attending.”
“You don’t even know if it was Sloan that you saw.”
“He’s a surgeon. The guy I saw looked a lot like him.”
“You were shitfaced on Saturday night, and Penn General is one of many hospitals in the city. He could work anywhere.” I take a sip from the mug, staring up into her golden-brown irises. “What was the bad news?”
She shrugs. “Just that I thought Sloan worked here. That would kind of put a damper on things.”
“How so? We had a deal. Sex with no strings attached. I have no interest in seeing him again even if he does work here. In fact, I have no interest no matter what.”
“I thought it was the best sex of your life.”
“It was.” There’s no sense in denying the truth. Sloan wrecked me, took what he wanted, and dished out orgasms in between. I came so many times on Saturday night that my body still hurts from our brief encounter.
“Then why wouldn’t you want to hook up with him again? Wait until you see him in scrubs.” She bites down on her bottom lip and moans. “Holy shit, he looked hot.”
“You don’t even know if it was him.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Trust me, it was your Doc. I would know those green eyes and sexy smirk anywhere. He has a look about him that says I like to fuck hard and fast and will give it to you good. That man makes all women go weak in the knees. More like get on their knees.”
“You sound like you want him more than I do.”
“Baha! Nope, I don’t do sloppy seconds, thank you very much.”
“No, just men who are married or are emotionally unavailable.”
“It’s not like I seek them out. Jeez. Give me a break, would ya? Someday, I will meet my Prince Charming. That day won’t be anytime soon, though. I am not looking to settle down, babe. We have to make it through this residency, before I can think of anything more permanent.”
“Amen to that,” I tell her.
Stacey is one of those people who befriends everyone and always has her ear to the ground. She always had the best gossip of all the hospital staff where we did our clinical rotations. If anyone knew which doctor was fucking whom and which nurse had a drug problem, it was Stacey.
Stacey clutches my wrist and guides me by the arm down the hallway, scanning our surroundings. “Don’t be nervous. We got this. You got this. We are going to rock the fuck out of this residency program.”
I cock en eyebrow at her and laugh.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. We didn’t kill ourselves in med school to roll over and die now.” Stacey
laughs to herself and moves us out of the way as a group of nurses speed walk past us.
I chuckle at her comment. “Never. We are going to come out of this program surgeons, whether it kills us or not.”
“How come you didn’t tell Doc that you are a doctor? That would have made for some interesting kinky medical talk in the bedroom.”
“What would I have said? That I wanted to check his pulse?”
“More like he could prepare you for your rectal exam.” Her smile reaches her eyes as she takes a sip from her coffee.
“You’re officially the worst human being I know. Stop while you are ahead.”
“Deal with it. What I lack in some areas I make up for in others.” She shrugs, nonchalant. “Dr. Hart is supposed to meet with all of us in the conference room by his office.”
“We interviewed with Dr. Foster.”
“Yeah, but he’s on medical leave for the next three months. He had posterior tibialis tendon surgery.”
“That’s painful. How come you know this, and I am just now hearing about it?”
“I was chatting up a cute x-ray tech in the cafeteria. He gave me the lowdown on everyone in this hospital. He asked for my number. I asked for some dirt on everyone. You know, the usual.”
I shake my head, laughing. “Remind me how you made it through medical school again?”
Stacey flicks her hair over her shoulder and glares at me. “Because I’m wicked smart and good at this saving-lives business.”
“Spoken like a true doctor.”
We stop out front of the conference room, my heart pounding in my chest. Why am I so nervous? It’s our first day of our residency, one step closer to becoming surgeons. My father is a cardiothoracic surgeon, my mother his surgical nurse. I grew up in a hospital. The smell of antiseptic is practically burned into my brain. Playing Operation as a kid, it wasn’t just a game to me. It was what my father did for a living and what I had always dreamed of becoming.
When I graduated from Columbia, I saw my father shed the first tear in his life. Not once did I ever see him out of character. But on that day I made him proud, something I was never sure I had done until he said the words aloud. So, I guess I am allowed to be nervous. The fear of failing and not living up to my father’s reputation always creeps into the back of my mind. I have to push it out, move forward and make this residency my bitch.
Stacey bites the inside of her cheek, giving me the same anxious look that I imagine must be written all over my face. “Ready?”
We walk into the room together and stand there in silence for a few minutes, taking in the sight of the crowded space. Full of men and women around the same age as us, some a little older than others, we blend in with the sea of white lab coats. The surgeons at Penn General wear dark-blue scrubs paired with the standard lab coats, marking everyone around us as our equals.
I couldn’t stop smiling when I slipped into my uniform this morning. I’m about to become a surgeon. All of my dreams are finally coming true. Until Sloan walks into the room, dressed in the same outfit as me, looking like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine, one that sells designer scrubs.
I take a big gulp from the coffee cup in my hand and look to Stacey, waiting for her to peel herself from the wall.
She gasps when she realizes my cause for concern. “He’s…No, he can’t be.”
I nod, my eyes wide in horror. “Please tell me he is not Dr. Foster’s replacement.”
Stacey covers her mouth with her hand. “Dr. Hart is covering for him for the next three months.”
“What was Dr. Hart’s first name?”
“Sloan,” she says.
“Fuck me.”
She giggles. “Oh, he already did that, babe.”
I fucked my boss. I sucked his cock. This is not happening. He looks too young to be a surgeon, let alone the Residency Program Director. My nipples harden at the thought of all the nasty things I did with my boss this weekend.
Stop it. I have to think of something other than how good he made me feel. How much I’d like to feel his very skilled hands on my body once more.
Sloan’s talking to a few of the more eager doctors at the head of the table, focused on the group of residents who hover around him. He turns to glance around the room, our eyes locking for a second. At first, he doesn’t recognize me. Then, he does a double take. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, before the corner of his mouth turns up into something I least expect. Revulsion or something close to it. Is he angry with me? He never asked what I did for a living, nor did he care, and I wasn’t about to offer any information that was not necessary.
He gives me a look the reminds me of when he bent me over his couch and spanked my ass, the thought of that alone going straight to my core. I’m wet from one look. Can he sense it? Can he smell the sex on me? Fuck. I cannot want my boss this much. This man is supposed to be my mentor, my teacher.
My hookups with Sloan were supposed to be a temporary sex arrangement, not a constant reminder of the crazy decision I made to have sex with a stranger. My new teacher fucked like he wanted to possess me and licked my pussy like he was having me for dessert. And now, I am dripping wet. In a conference room full of my peers.
Sloan strolls over to me, a look of shock still registered on his face. What is he doing? No one can know we were ever together. We are each other’s dirty little secret. It has to stay that way for the sake of our jobs.
With a warm smile, Sloan extends his hand to me. All I can think about is where those hands have been and how good they felt cupping my breasts while he fucked me from behind. Dammit.
“I don’t think we’ve had a chance to meet. I’m Dr. Hart, the interim Residency Program Director, and you must be?” He waits for me to finish, acting as if he doesn’t know me. Interesting.
A flicker of acknowledgment flashes in his eyes when I shake his hand and mutter, “Ava Roberts. Nice to meet you, Dr. Hart.”
“Likewise, Dr. Roberts,” Sloan says with a tiny smile. “You should have told me.” He lowers his voice to a whisper.
Sorry, I mouth.
It kills me to act so nonchalant, my expression unreadable and devoid of emotion. I can tell by the strange look on Stacey’s face that she wants to say something. She’s going to have a field day with this exchange. An attending and a surgical intern would be the talk of the hospital and a scandal for us both. I can’t have that. My father would die from embarrassment. I would die from the shame.
Sloan looks at Stacey and shoves his hands in his white lab coat. His muscles flex beneath the material, making me wet just thinking about the sight of this man naked. His friends drank shots off her tits. She had sex with his friend Ryan. It would have been Sloan, too, if he hadn’t taken an interest in me.
He holds his hand out to Stacey. “And you are?”
“Dr. Stacey Carlyle,” Stacey says, flashing a set of pearly-white teeth. “I graduated from P&S with Dr. Roberts.”
How she can act as though nothing happened between us amazes me. Meanwhile, I’m about to throw up from the nerves that cause the bile to rise up from my stomach. I wish I could be as calm as Stacey and not give a fuck. But her father isn’t one of the most respected surgeons in the city.
“Columbia.” His gaze shifts between us, his eyes landing on mine. “Excellent choice.”
He sounds impressed, as he should be. I worked my ass off to get accepted. Despite our weekend of stupidity, Stacey and I’d spent most of our time either with our noses in books or in a lab or hospital. I bet Sloan didn’t expect the girl who had sex with him on a rooftop to be so…educated. And Stacey, well, she’s anything but your typical bookworm.
“It’s my father’s alma mater,” I confess. “Columbia was the only choice for me.”
He nods. “Roberts…I know a Dr. Roberts who also attended Columbia. Your father wouldn’t happen to be Dr. Lawrence Roberts, would it?”
“The one and only,” I say with pride.
“For the sake of this hospita
l and this program, I hope the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.”
Please don’t fanboy over my dad.
I blush ten shades of red at his comment, and of course, he notices. He opens his mouth, as if he’s about to say something and stops himself. An awkward pause passes between us, before Sloan interrupts the silence.
“Are you interested in cardio?”
“Yes, but I haven’t made up my mind yet. I’d like to take my time and see which specialty is right for me.”
“General surgery is a good way to go,” he says. “That’s the route I chose. It gives me more opportunities to take cases I might not have seen had I chosen a particular specialty.”
I smile, trying to hide the nervous energy shooting through my body. “That’s also an option. I guess we shall see. My dad has been planting the seed since I was in high school. He makes jokes about the heart wanting what it wants. They’re super lame.”
He chuckles. “I’ve met your father a few times at conferences. Dr. Roberts is an interesting man.” Sloan turns to the side, so that he has my ear, and can cut Stacey out of our conversation. “Meet me in my office after orientation. It’s on the fourth floor.”
The bile rises up from my stomach, choking me from all the anxiety that floods through my veins, causing my stomach to turn. I lock eyes with Sloan. Instead of the smile I wore two seconds ago, my face remains expressionless. Why does he need to see me? This cannot be good.
I nod in answer, not wanting to draw too much attention.
A wicked grin turns up the corners of his mouth, and I have no idea how to interpret his strange gesture. Is that a good or bad smirk? All I know is that it’s hard to think of Sloan in any other way than my first one-night stand and the best sex I ever had. But Doc—I mean Dr. Hart—is my new boss. Well, fuck me.
Chapter Ten
AVA
On my way to Sloan’s office, I contemplate applying to another hospital for my residency, but Penn General is one of the best trauma hospitals in the country. My father would kill me if I quit the program because of a one-night stand. How would I ever begin to explain that to him?
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