pull them down to her knees. She pulls them off the rest of the way, her elbow and leg crashing against the back of the front seats while I trace the lobe of her ear with the tip of my tongue.
When she's finally free of her pants, I push her down. I suck one of her breasts through silk before capturing her mouth again. My palm rubs against her cotton panties, getting hotter and wetter by the moment. Then my fingers slip in and delve into the source of that wetness, that heat.
She pulls her mouth away to breathe, to curse, to moan. I watch her tormented expression, torn between delight and despair, as I move my fingers in and out of her. Her hips begin to move. I withdraw my fingers and search for her nub. When I find it, her hips rise off the leather.
Her shaking hands run across my back. Her nails scratch my skin. Her moans turn into cries. My cock throbs and strains against my boxers.
I continue rubbing that nub until she's thrashing in the backseat, completely at my mercy, until my discomfort turns to ache, until impatience turns to urgency.
As fast as I can, I pull down my pants and take my aching cock out. She takes off her drenched underwear.
Just a moment before entering her, I look into her eyes. With tears beading at the corners, her eyelids drooping, and the haze of lust thick beneath them, I can barely see anything.
That doesn't count as a "no", so I push in, keeping her mouth busy as I bury my cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Fuck. She's tight.
In the midst of all the fog shrouding my sex-crazed mind, a thought forms. Is she a virgin?
Not anymore, I think as I give one last push to sheathe my erection completely inside her. She whimpers.
I gaze at her once more. "Are you okay?"
She nods and answers with a shaky voice, "Just get it over with."
How she can manage to be bossy when she's trembling beneath me is beyond me, but I don't mind it. I just obey.
I start moving, allowing desire to take control.
The rhythm consumes me. Her gasps and my grunts fill the car. Heat seeps out of my skin and sweat trickles down my face.
I move even faster, as fast as I can in the cramped space. Her hands move to my shoulders, gripping them as she gives in to pleasure.
Her back arches and her entire body shudders as she tightens around me. I manage a few more thrusts and pour myself into her just as her shuddering dies down.
After that, I stay still for a moment to catch my breath and wait for the haze to pass. Then I pull out. I put my pants back on, then grab the box of tissues from the glove compartment.
"Get cleaned up and dressed," I say as I put the box on her chest.
Before she can answer or give me any kind of look, I grab my shirt and jacket and get out of the car. I close the door to give her some privacy and wait.
After a few minutes, the door opens and she emerges, fully clothed. Her hair is a mess. Her mouth forms a scowl.
I give that mouth one last kiss, a quick one as I close the car door and lock it.
"See you back inside," I say before walking off as if nothing happened. I don't even glance back. I just place my car keys in my pocket and walk back to the bar.
Cold and mechanical, just as Adam said.
And fucking satisfied.
Chapter One
Marian
The smell of blood - death - and bleach - sterility. The sound of wheels turning as someone is rolled into surgery, of shoes skidding frantically to get where they need to be, of a keyboard clicking, of a phone ringing, of someone yelling, wailing, holding their breath. I sense them all when I close my eyes. And if I close my eyes even tighter, I can almost hear hearts beating, some growing weaker by the minute, others fighting...
"Dr. Red!" The voice of Dr. Hansen jolts me out of my reverie.
I open my eyes to find the petite, wide-hipped gynecologist standing in front of me, staring at me - no, glaring at me - from behind her red-framed eyeglasses and now, from above them.
I clear my throat. "Yes, Dr. Hansen?"
"Do you want me to tell Dr. Townsend you've been napping in the corridor?"