Novocain

Chapter Ten

Marceline Anne received her text from her husband. She replied her location and for him to retrieve her before texting her office mate to not return until after two.

She hurried to spruce up the clean area then cleared off a space on her desk so she could sit down. She adjusted her clothes and made sure her makeup was good before crossing her legs.

The door was ajar and waiting for him when he entered. Music played from her computer and it was sensual. She'd sprayed her perfume everywhere.

It was a feast for the senses but none moreso than her. Malcolm almost fell to his knees but made sure to shut the door.

He crossed the room quickly and stared at her. He swallowed. "What do you want from me?"

"Please hold me." She whispered.

He cradled her gently.

But she didn't want to be held like glass. She wanted to be held like he didn't want to let go. She broke away to drag him between the legs she just uncrossed and put his big hands on her breasts.

He accidentally squeezed. She was so soft! How had he forgotten how soft she was?

She shook her hair out slowly and moaned.

He began massaging her chest as breathy moans fell from her soft mouth. He dipped his head and kissed her like he wanted.

She didn't waste a second and gave him a reason to continue.

He stepped closer and she hooked her legs around his waist. He touched her everywhere as he explored the mouth he'd never forgotten.

She felt alive for the first time in so long. She began going faster and rolling her body.

He pressed closer, feeling warmth between her legs.

She pressed closer, needing him to rid her of an ache that was soul deep.

He rolled his hips.

She tore her mouth from his and panted in his ear, "Yes!"

He slid one arm behind her back, entangling a hand in her curls while he kissed her neck but kept his left hand on her right breast.

She could feel an orgasm approaching and wanted him to keep at his pace. She ran her fingers through his hair and held him in place. "Yes!"

Neither heard the knock at the door but Blackwood heard her call so he came in. "Hey? Can we go over these patient files together?"

"Yes!" Marceline Anne and Malcolm were still gone.

Blackwood thought she sounded weird and looked up to find a scene he never would have predicted. "Dr. Chang?!"

Malcolm realized they weren't alone and jumped. He tried to move away but Marceline Anne's locked legs refused to let him go.

She was staring up at him with lust and desire rampant in her grassy gaze. "What do you want, Blackwood?"

"I uh-" Blackwood blushed. "I just wanted to ask a question."

"Ask tomorrow."

"Good job- I mean, idea!" He ran into a wall, trying to make tracks.

Malcolm swallowed. "So that's him?"

"Who?" She'd already forgotten their colleague.

"I should go."

"Go?" She felt like crying.

"Yeah. We can't do anything, Dove."

She almost slapped him. They were doing something before that blasted Blackwood interrupted!