Midnight

21. Nighttime Sunshine

I stepped onto my floor and was immediately targeted by the screeching of Susan's voice after me again.

"Jones!"

"Ma'aaaam?" I turned slowly to her approaching me with her lips folded in, as well as her arms.

"What did you do?" she seethed with small slanted eyes.

"No telling...was it good or bad?" I joked but she kept her face tight.

"Rosamilia wants you in the ER... He's begging. I don't like when people are begging me. What did you do?"

"Nothing! I worked!"

"He said you're brilliant, which I know. I told him you were mine and he brought up the fact that I owe him so you have to go." She stated blankly without any consideration of my rights.

I rolled my eyes and headed back to the elevator. I'm property...Property of Carolina Memorial Hospital. Once I stepped off the employee elevator, I heard the heels of very expensive Oxford shoes.

Ethan!

He lifted me from behind carrying me between his arms and ribs like a throw rug.

"Whoa! Put me down!" I squealed. He placed me down on a gurney inside an empty room locking the door behind him.

"Times up." he yanked my pants down to my ankles, pulling my ass to the edge. Then stepped on a lever and lowered me to his waist, tossing my legs over my head before he quickly rammed inside me.

"SHIIIIT!" I screamed, gripping the rails of the gurney. Ethan yanked me by the waist over and over. Hard and fast. Pounding his way inside me. "Fuck! Ethan!!"

He penetrated deeper inside me. "Miss me!?"

I tried to nod in response but the violent slamming didn't allow me to. "Say it!" he roared.

"Yes!"

"I said fucking say it!" he barked. Shit! One word isn't enough!?

"I miss you!!" Dammit, he felt amazing! It hurt so fucking good.

Every stroke added to my desire. Ripples of sensation quaked throughout my body until finally, a thunderous applause erupted from within. It was glorious. Intense, powerful, fulfilling. I was numb, dazed, useless.

Ethan erupted inside me as I pulsate against him. "Fucking wow..." he rubbed his hand over his face. "Damn it...we finish this tonight." he withdrew, then proceeded to adjust his clothes. Ethan was wearing a light blue smartsuit today. All business No...well only with me. I was immobile. My legs fixed in the air. He lowered them for me and shimmied my scrubs up my thighs.

"Can't. Randy wants to get a drink tonight."

"You can't drink." He warned catching me completely off guard. While he squatted down to lift my foot inside the shoe. He was expressionless.

"Pardon me!?" I sat up on my elbow, pained miserably in my guts and groin.

"Sorry... you shouldn't drink. And by shouldn't I mean you can't." he pulled me off the gurney and adjusted my pants over my butt. Then fingered through my curls to make sure I didn't appear like I was on my back.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I smacked his wandering hands down. He dropped his shoulders and focused in on my eyes.

"I get it Flower. You don't want me controlling you. Your past relationship was hell. He was a controlling, narcissistic, woman-beating-punk. He wanted to oversee your every move because he was jealous of you. You're a scintillating, seraphic, sophisticated, woman. Men stumble over themselves when you walk by. And to speak to you, one has to be on an intellectual level that is strictly starved from distractions...... Your ex couldn't do that. He couldn't handle the woman you are. I'm here now," Ethan pointed into his chest moving closer to me. "I assure you, I can handle you," He closed the gap between us causing me to lean back onto the gurney. "I'm not controlling you, I'm protecting you. No drinks." he lift my chin to take my mouth in his. Kissing me to seal his words. Fuck!