Page 32 of Bad Medicine

Panicked that this might end before I was ready.

But my worry was short-lived as one of the orderlies hustled by, his head down as he pushed an empty wheelchair from one place to another, oblivious to the clandestine rendezvous taking place just a few feet away.

It shouldn’t have increased my pleasure, almost getting caught. But it did.

Oh, fuck, did it ever.

Rocco increased the pace of his fingers, his lips pressing against the skin of my neck as he continued to speak words that were almost as hot as his actions.

“You gonna come for me, Doc? You gonna be bad with me here in this dark closet?”

Yes. Yes, I absolutely was going to come.

“I can feel how wet you are, how much you’re loving this. You’re soaking my hand, and I’ve hardly even touched you. Imagine how fuckin’ amazing it will be when I get you in bed where I can take my time with you. Devour you. Torture you.”

Holy shit, I was going to die. Right here in this goddamn closet.

“I will consume every inch of you, Doc, and you will come begging for more.”

For a moment, I felt a stab of apprehension.

That couldn’t happen. I couldn’t get attached to this man. Thiscriminal. There was no way I could get more involved with the dark underworld of this city than I already was.

I had seen what a bad man was capable of once before.

I could not allow a man like that into my life.

Intoourlives.

Rocco must have felt the shift in my mindset, the rigidness of my body, because he removed his hand from my waist and brought it up to my breast, delivering a savage pinch to my distended nipple. I cried out, bringing one hand off the door to cover my mouth, not wanting to draw any attention to us in our hiding place.

“Come on, Doc. Where’d you go?” Rocco changed his angle, the heel of his hand now directly contacting my clit with every thrust of his fingers.

It was delicious.

“You stay with me now. Down to two minutes. We’re gonna get you there and get you there fast. You never know when someone will come looking for you. What would the pretentious Dr. Edwards think if he saw you like this? Riding my hand in the storage room like a dirty girl. You gonna be my dirty girl, Mia?”

Just the thought of being caught like this—in a compromising, obscene position, neglecting my responsibilities—sent a thrill through me, and I clenched around his fingers.

“Oh, yeah,” Rocco moaned in my ear. “You liked that, huh? The idea of all your coworkers knowing you got some while you were on the clock? You think they’d all be jealous?” I couldn’t speak, but the sound that escaped my throat was vaguely affirmative. “You’re damn right they would be. Jealous ofme.”

Curling his fingers forward, Rocco created such an incredible sensation inside me that I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried.

My orgasm slammed through me like a shot of epinephrine. Every muscle in my body went rigid and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It felt as though every synapse in my brain was firing simultaneously, drawing me into a world of pure pleasure.

“That’s right, Doc,” Rock murmured, his lips moving softly against my skin. “Ride it out. Take what you need. It’s all for you.” He pressed his dick against my ass again. “This is all for you.”

In that moment, I would have taken anything he offered.

Gladly.

But as I went to turn, to reach for him and pull him to me, the sound of voices in the hall shocked me back into the present, and I froze.

What the hell was I doing? Standing in a darkened room in my own freaking hospital, with a criminal’s hand down my pants?

Unacceptable. I thought I had learned my lesson, but it looked like I was the same flighty, irresponsible woman I had been in college.

Rocco, of course, noticed the moment I snapped out of my post-orgasmic haze. Observant bastard.