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"I'm gonna get fired." I gasped, pacing myself on his chest, my body alive.

"The door's locked." He assured me and touched my face, brushing my cheek. I stopped and smiled. He was right.

I don't know what happened. One second I was adamant about my denial, and the next, I was grabbing a fistful of condoms from the front desk and taking him to the on call room, where we were on the top bunk, hugging naked.

Ever since Kirby, I've been pushing the limits everywhere I went. In a way, it was good. But not when my job was on the line. I liked my job. The problem was, I liked riding him more.

It felt dangerous, doing this just outside a crowded hallway with a patient no less--technically, he's not my patient anymore so I think Hippocrates isn't turning in his grave. We were doing more than enough turning for him.

Maybe it was this fact that we weren't supposed to be doing it that made it feel so good.

"Almost." I gasped, leaning back and he steadied my hips, his head tiled back and mouth half open. It was fun to watch a strong man and everything he stood for reduced to putty, at the whim of every move I made. And he was right, I did sound feline when I came.

There I was, on the brink, when the lock turned behind me and light and noise flooded the small room.

I panicked. Jumped. Got tangled in the sheets. Lost my footing. Fell down the length of a bunk bed. Feverishly gathered the sheets to save my dignity if not job.

It happened much faster than it seemed.

When I looked up to see who it was, I was relieved for a second. But then that went away. It was worse for a different reason.

"Am I interrupting something?" Nurse Adams stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

I was still gasping. "Uh . . . No I was just sleeping and I fell."

"Off of a penis?" She asked with so much sass, glancing up at the top bunk, at which Ryan was hiding under the sheets, not moving a muscle.

I chuckled. "That's so funny. It's just me here."

"Then why are you naked?"

"I . . . didn't want my clothes to crumple."

She threw me shade for a long time, and then said, "See, Dr. Meyers, the problem with something this big is that it's fun to do, but hard to hide."

I honestly didn't know if she was talking about my illicit coitus, Ryan, or his penis. They all made sense.

"We've got a car accident victim coming in and you're on call."

"Ok. I'll be right out. Patricia, I have to ask. Are you gonna tell anyone?"

"It's not my business what you do on your break, Dr. Meyers. But I might not be alone the next time I open this door. You do know nurses have spares, don't you?"

"I do now. Thank you. I'll be right out."

"Throw on some clothes and be right out, you mean?"

I must've been so red. Or maybe it was the rush from before.

"Yes."

"Not finish up, pillow talk and then be right out."

"No. Give me two minutes."

"Should be enough time for you to leave before someone sees you, Detective."

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