“I didn’t spend the weekend at your house, I was visiting my wonderful Aunt Mildred, remember?” I smirk, but she isn’t budging. Neither is the fixed line she has her lips in.
“No, I can’t,” she hisses.
I want to sweep my hand over the medical crap crowding one of these metal tables and flip her around, bending her over it. I want to hold her down with one hand and rip her pants down with the other, fucking her wildly until she’s dripping with my cum. The idea makes my cock throb painfully and I adjust myself so the sensitive skin isn’t pressing directly against my zipper.
I may want to do that, but I won’t. I’m a persistent guy, but I know what lines can’t be crossed.
“Fine,” I hold my hands up in surrender. “I just thought you looked really sexy this morning and wanted to show you how crazy you’re making me. I get it though, no quickies at work.” I step back, giving her some space.
Lauren looks back over my shoulder at the door nervously. “No anything at work, Mack. I can’t lose this job, especially not for messing around with a patient. I’ll never find another hospital that will hire me after that. Look,” she closes the distance between us and runs the back of her fingers down my cheek and over my beard, “I want you, ok. Trust me, you have no idea,” the glint in her eyes speaks volumes. “We’ll figure this out, I promise. Now, please, get out of here before someone else needs something out of here.” She urges, but she doesn’t break away from me. Lauren stands her ground, her breasts lightly pressing up against my chest.
I hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger and blanket her lips with mine, a hard kiss for how hard she’s made me. Lauren relaxes against me and her mouth opens, inviting me to take the kiss deeper. As our tongues collide, I slowly step her back, one step at a time, until her back is flat against the wall. I pin her in place with my hips and grind my ready cock against her hot little pussy as our kiss continues. Like I said, I’m persistent.
A stream of light floods in from the door and I pull back quickly. Lauren gasps and runs the palms of her hands down over her shirt like she’s trying to iron them to her body.
“Uh, Doctor Galt. Um, Mack, I mean, um, Captain Forrester just needed …” her eyes search the closet frantically as I turn to face the cock-block at the door.
“I needed some bandages,” I state matter-of-factly. My eyes leveling him.
“That’s not what it looked like from here,” cherry stains his face and he blows his cheeks out like a puffer fish. “This is highly unprofessional,” his face twitches with irritation as he looks over at Lauren. I don’t need to look at her to know what she looks like right now. I don’t want to see the shame tattooed to her face.
“What’s highly unprofessional about my nurse getting me bandages?” I interrupt his glare. “If you ask me, that’s kinda the definition of professionalism right there.”
His eyes flicker wildly as he attempts to push his chest out. These small guys are always the same, like little Chihuahuas trying to be pit bulls. “I don’t want to hear it, Captain. I know what I saw.” He looks back over at Lauren, who’s still silently being shielded by my body. “And if you think for one second that this isn’t going to be reprimanded, then you are mistaken. I’ve never seen such amoral conduct in a hospital. This man is your patient, Nurse Brickman. This little … relationship,” he spits out the word like it burned the roof of his mouth, “is against your medical oath and it’s against the law.”
I can see him winding up like one of those symbol crashing monkey dolls we used to play with as kids. Nope. Not happening. Fire burns up in my gut, licking flames of fury into my throat.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is? He doesn’t get to talk to my woman like that! My hands ball up at my sides and my eyes narrow into slits.
“No, you listen, doc. I’ve told you that Nurse Brickman has been professional, which is much more than I can say about you right now. And the last time I checked, I walked in here with a media team and worldwide news coverage when I came to your little hospital. So, if you want to pursue this, who do you think people are going to fucking believe? A national war hero who left his leg in the desert for his country? Or you?” I sneer down at him.
Galt’s chest deflates and his shoulders drop as he considers my words. “Listen, I’m not trying to start anything like that,” he starts back pedalling. “The media doesn’t need to be involved in this. I’m just trying to run a hospital here. It’s important that our staff follow proper procedures and conduct themselves appropriately.” His eyes flash at Lauren.