″I will.”
Cal’s fingers dig into my hips, gripping me so tight I can’t move. He pushes forward slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. I moan as he moves so slowly. My stomach coils with a burning desire, aching to be filled with him.
″Good girl.” His hand grips the nape of my neck as he thrusts, harder this time.
He’s hitting me deeper than yesterday from this position. It hurts, but as he pulls back and strokes the ridges of my walls just right, pressure surges through my body.
″Jesus,” I groan, gripping the sheet.
″Not Jesus, baby. Callum.” He chuckles, grabbing my hair in his fist and bends me backward.
My shoulders clash against his chest. Callum’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me against him. My head is dragged back, still being fisted in his grip. I groan at the slight pain, loving how I’m trapped against him. He’s so deep this way, and so, so very close. I may be facing away from him, but I’ve never felt closer to anyone, our bodies combined, melting into one.
He kisses my neck and groans when I clench around his cock.
I reach behind me to grab Cal’s neck, but he stops me with a gentle swat of his hand. Then, he wraps it gently around my throat. My eyes widen as he squeezes just a bit tighter.
″Is this good?” he asks.
″Yes,” I say.
His grip tightens and I swallow hard at his rough touch, focusing on nothing but him. My head falls back, against his chest and an orgasm ripples through me. It’s consuming me, with his hand still gripping my throat and I come crashing down after I scream his name.
I’m going to become a sex addict if he keeps this shit up.
I’m an hour late and my favorite nurse, Lena, is off today. I’m going to have a shit shift with shit staff and the lead doctor is going to be an asshole because I’m late. My hair is still soaking wet as I hurry into the hospital, Scotty trailing behind me. He disappears once I’m behind the Staff-Only doors, but I know he’s still close even if I can’t see him.
”Dr. Savino,” comes a voice from behind me. “Nice of you to join us on your shift.”
I cringe at the sound of Dr. Fowley’s voice as I close the door to the locker room, now in my scrubs.
″Dr. Fowley,” I say as I turn around. “I’m sorry. My phone broke and I didn’t have an alarm. It won’t happen again,” I lie.
What was I supposed to say? That I was busy being fucked by a gangster?
He nods, his tongue clicking. “Don’t let it happen again.”
I open the locker cubby and smile, trying to hide my face as I recall my morning. My personal items get shoved in, and grab my white coat. I’m a whole new woman with my handful of orgasms brought on by cock. I wonder if I was miserable before?
I pause for a moment, then shrug. I definitely was miserable before I met Callum Murphy.
″Haley? Are you listening to me?”
I shake my head, closing the cubby. I wasn’t. Oops. “Yes, Dr. Fowley. I’m sorry.”
″Good. We have a few patients needing stitches. When you’re ready, check-in and get started.”
When I come out, Scotty is across the hall, his hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes trained on the door I’m exiting.
″Hey Scotty,” I say, flattening the collar of my white coat.
″You good, Doc?” He asks, taking in my no doubt flushed face.
″Fine. Just in trouble for being late, is all.”
I nod toward the way I need to go and he follows me down the hall. His phone pings loudly, and he struggles to keep up with me as he reads whatever text has just come through. It’s got to be from Callum because he opens his phone and reads, then flutters his fingers across the keyboard. Usually, if it’s not, he doesn’t respond right away. He’ll lock his phone and toss it back into the pocket of his suit jacket until he thinks I’m not paying attention.
When he’s finished, he drops his phone into his pocket and sighs. “Boss needs me for a meeting in a few hours. Cillian is going to relieve me. You good with that?”