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"Fuck no."

"Please Trent... not here."

"Hell yes here."

She moaned as my fingers slid over her uniform. I wasted no time going for her most sensitive spots. I was already learning her body's secrets.

Knowing her.

Her neck. The sides of her breasts. The high arch of her hip. And lower.

I ground my cock into her as my tongue dove in and out of her mouth. My hips were circling, faster and faster. I knew that if I didn't stop, I was going to cum.

But not before I made her cum.
 

"Lay on the bed."

"Trent..."

I stared at her.

"I- oh..."

She moaned as my fingers found her cleft. I kept talking as I toyed with her, carefully using all my skills to keep her aroused.
 

To keep her from over thinking this.

"We can do this standing up. Or we can do this laying down. It's up to you, pet."

"Sta-standing up."

I grinned at her.

"Be careful what you wish for."

Lexi

He was doing it again. Driving me crazy. This time was different though. This time I was letting him.

Not just letting him. I was encouraging him. My thighs were pressing against his hand, desperately trying to keep his fingers in place.

Inside me.

He was doing something delicious to me with his fingers. Diving. Stroking. And somehow pressing upwards towards a very sensitive spot inside me. He knew just how much pressure to apply.

Just how much friction to create.

My hips jerked spasmodically.

He was going to make me climax. Standing in a hospital room. My ugly white shoes squeaking on the floor as my body rocked against the locked door.

He was the most famous porn star in the world. And he wanted me.

Never mind that I wasn't the sort of person who watched porn. Never mind that I had only ever dated 'nice guys.' Never mind that he had slept with more women than people I had shaken hands with.

Way more.

It didn't matter. This wasn't that. This was... something else entirely.

He was staring into my eyes as he worked me, making love to me with his fingers.

That's what it was, too. I couldn't pretend he just wanted to fuck me. If that's what he wanted he would be inside me already.

He wanted more.

I wanted more too.

But I wanted him to fuck me too.

Just not here.

"Trent..."

He smiled at me, watching my face as his finger slid in and out of me. I was hot and cold all over. I couldn't imagine what he could do with this... other body parts.

"I'm here to take care of you. We can't..."

"No. Let me take care of you."

And then he sank to his knees again.

I groaned in helpless embarrassment as he pulled my scrubs to my ankles. Gently, he pressed my thighs open slightly, dipping down and hooking one leg over his shoulder.

His fingers never stopped that slow and steady pace inside me.

"If we were on a bed, I could do all sorts of things."

I murmured in agreement. I had no idea what I was saying. I couldn't think. I could just say 'yes.' Over and over again. His breath against my bare pussy was almost more than I could take.

My hips bucked in his hands.

Slowly and sensuously, he began to work me with his tongue. Tasting. Teasing.

Finally, just when I thought I would go crazy, he found my clit. His tongue flicked against it and I almost screamed. I was so sensitive and he was so, very, very good at what he was doing.

His tongue flicked against me faster and faster. I gasped for air, my head falling back against the door with a thud.

My hips were circling wildly as he brought me closer and closer until he pulled my clit into his mouth and sucked it.

Hard.

My back arched away from the door as I came. I felt like my whole body filled with light and then froze, shattering into a million pieces.

It was overwhelming. Terrifying. Amazing.

It was awesome.

I realized I was gripping his head with both hands. Slowly, I released his hair. He looked up at me, his eyes full of warmth.

I shivered as he kissed my thigh, working his way up my body.

He dragged my bra top down by his teeth with his finger still inside me, gently fluttering.
 
I groaned, still shaking from my orgasm and on my way to a second one. His head was completely hidden under my baggy top when the door behind me started to shake. Someone was pounding on it.
 

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"Trent- oh God - I think- I think someone is at the door."

He grinned at me.

"I'm satisfied."

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.

"For now."

He looked at me steadily as he pulled his finger from my body. He lifted it to his lips and very slowly licked it clean. I moaned. He was smiling as he helped me rearrange my clothing.

Then I walked into the bathroom as he opened the door.

It might be my supervisor. It might be a doctor. I had no idea what I would tell them about the locked door. Maybe that the patient was shy. Or that it had locked by accident.
 

I came out of the bathroom a moment later. I needn't have worried. It was definitely not anyone who worked in the hospital.

Trent looked at me, a strange look in his eyes. He looked embarrassed. Not of me. Of the three people who were standing by the window.

A balding, chubby man in a very expensive suit and two scantily clad women.

I swallowed. I knew who they were without having to be told.

These must be his co-workers.

Chapter Eleven

Trent

"Holy shit Rez, only you would end up with a nurse that looks like that."

Lexi stiffened. I knew she wasn't going to like this. Even if I'd just given her an Earth shattering orgasm. I hadn't gotten mine yet though too. My cock was so hard it could literally be used as a crowbar.

George and the girls were staring at my obvious bulge. People did that. They just... looked.

I was pretty fucking tired of it.

"Sorry if we interrupted sweetheart. I was just bringing Rez here some tension relief. Looks like you got that handled."

George chuckled. He was disgusting. In that moment, I saw that everything we'd been doing was disgusting.

Lexi's beautiful mouth dropped open. Her cheeks grew bright red. For one minute I thought she was going to give George a piece of her mind.

Instead her lips snapped shut and she turned on her heel, walking quickly out of the room.
 

"Lexi, wait!"

I slid out of the bed and chased her into the hallway. I knew I was on the verge of causing a scene. I was jogging in non slip hospital socks, sporting a very, very large tent in the front of my hospital gown.

Hell, I
was
a scene.

I didn't fucking care.

She couldn't walk away. Not like this. Not now that I'd gotten a chance at her.

I could still taste her on my lips.

I saw her turn the corner. Her head was high. Her shoulders back. Her spine was straighter than a rail.

She looked like a queen.

A pissed off, snotty, prissy, holier-than-though queen. And the girl who was making my insides twist up in little knots. It fucking hurt and I didn't like it.

I reached the corner and grabbed on as my feet slid out from under me. An orderly came running and kept me from falling on my ass. It was humiliating, but I was still weak. I came very close to eating shit on the slippery floors.

When I looked up, she was gone.

"You shouldn't be running like that, man."

"Yeah, I know. Sorry."

"Who were you chasing?"

I looked at him. I shook my head, realizing that once again, I'd put Lexi's job at risk.

"I thought I saw an old friend."

"It's not worth it man, trust me."

The orderly rolled his eyes, and threw my arm over his shoulder. He helped me back to my room. George was still there, fondling the girls he'd brought with him. I ignored them. I wished they would just... go away.

I lay back in bed, closing my eyes.

Lexi was not going to be easy to convince twice.

I was not fucking happy about any of this. I'd never been cock blocked in my life. Least of all by my so-called-friend.

"Great timing George."

"What, you and the nurse?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"The girls are more than happy to finish you off."

I didn't even open my eyes. I didn't want them. I wanted Lexi dammit.

"No."

He raised his eyebrows high on his forehead.

"Okay man. Whatever you want. I just came to check on you."

I nodded. He meant well in his way. Trouble was, I was getting mighty sick of 'his way.'

"Anyway man, I come bearing good news. Apparently, you are getting out today."

My eyes snapped open.
 

"What? How did you know that?"

"I cover your insurance. I get notified of everything."

Great. That didn't feel invasive or anything. But George missed my annoyance. The fucker was grinning ear to ear.

"You are getting out today. And you can be back to work whenever you want to. Tomorrow even. Nobody cares about the cast. And that's off next week anyway."

The thought of going back to work made me feel depressed suddenly. I didn't want to fuck a million girls anymore. I wanted to fuck one.

A lot.

Hell, I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could stand. Until we broke the bed. Until we made the neighbors think there was an earthquake.

Until the dogs in a three-mile radius were all howling at the moon.

She was already set against me. Because of my job. And now George had rubbed her face in it. This was a disaster. One I had no idea how to fix.

"I'm taking some time off."

"What? No man, you can't."

"Why the fuck not? I'm already rich as fuck."

George was sweating now, looking pitiful. I almost felt sorry for him. But I felt good about this. It felt right.

"Just until the cast is off?"

I shook my head slowly.

"No. For a while. Maybe forever."

He stood up, his face white. Jesus, how did I not notice how melodramatic the guy was? I felt like shaking him and screaming 'it's just a cock!'

"Wait outside ladies."

"Bye Rez."

"Take care of yourselves."

"We will."

The girls smiled at me and tottered out on their high heels. I knew them both. We'd worked and partied together. Nice girls. And smarter than the way George was treating them.

Like they were window dressing.

Lexi would never stand for that.
 

Not for a second.

I grinned as George paced back and forth, working into a frenzy. He went on and on about how fast the industry moved. About how I would lose my star power if I stepped away. About how hard it would be to get it back.

Sales of my dildo line would plummet.

I was dooming him to the poor house. Or worse. It was almost as if he felt like he owned me. Or at least the part of me that made him millions over the years.

Fuck that. It was my cock. And no one was ever going to tell me where to stick it again.

I just laid back and ignored him. I didn't care about a damn thing he said. For the first time in a long time, I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders.

It took another fifteen minutes for George to run out of steam. Finally he left, a shell of a man.

But that's what he'd always been. A shell. And he'd been using me for way too long.

It was time for a change.

Lexi

I kicked up the volume on my headphones as I ran. My feet pounded the sidewalks as I ran through the shabby suburban neighborhood we lived in. Most of LA was going up in value. But all the way out here? Not so much.

It was safe. But that was it.

Nobody took pride in their houses. The landscaping was laughable. There weren't any parks in walking distance. It was an hour to the beach. I didn't have any nostalgia about growing up here.

I would leave in a heartbeat if we could afford it.

Maybe someday...

If
I made head nurse.

I tried to clear my mind, let the thoughts slide away. I used to run a few times a week. It had been a while. But it had been an easy few days at work and an easy few days at home with Char. Everything was calm for once. So I jumped at the chance for some me time.

Trouble was, I was having trouble keeping my thoughts off of one certain person...

BEEP

Speak of the devil. He was like clock work. I sighed, turning up the volume again.

BEEP

Two texts. Any second now there would be a third.
 

BEEP

There it was. At least he was consistent. He'd been texting me at least once a day since the last time I saw him. I snorted. The scene at the hospital. That had been a real shit show.

It had been a week since Trent got released. Or should I call him Rez. I sighed deeply, locking my phone without reading the text.

I wouldn't see him again. I wouldn't respond. I couldn't. Even if I did miss him. Which I did. I missed him a whole hell of a lot.

It was crazy, but true.

I picked up my pace, forcing myself to run faster. As if I could outrun my feelings. My stupid, traitorous feelings.

I had no doubt whatsoever that Trent was having a good old time with his 'friends.'

Meanwhile I was stuck here, unable to scrub him from my mind. He was there when I woke up. He snuck into my thoughts at the worst possible moment.

Hell who was I kidding? He was there almost constantly.

Driving to work, I'd be thinking about him. Moments of quiet between rounds, I'd be thinking about him. Making dinner for Char, I would still be thinking about him.

And God help me when I went to bed. Each and every night I would toss and turn for hours thinking about Trent. And I wouldn't just think about him.

I would feel him.

I slowed to a walk. Fuck. I was in trouble. I had no idea how I was going to get over Trent. And it was clear, I had to.