Would You Ever Have Sex at Work? (Dr. Love, Pt. 2)

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WORDS BY OLIVIA COURTING

Medically I seemed fine and the seizures stopped as quickly as they’d begun. I was poked and prodded past my patience, but the doctors found no obvious cause for my symptoms and began to chalk it up to “one of those things,” whatever that meant.

The second night of his shift, Dr. Daniels sat a few feet from the bed working on patient charts as I read a book. Within an hour, I’d fallen asleep, and when I awoke, there he stood with his hand midway to my face. He stopped when my eyes opened.

We looked at each other, and he smiled—his eyes still locked on mine as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. I’d gotten used to his touch as a doctor—but this wasn’t professional. I knew it and so did he. I felt a wave of heat flood my body.

“Good night,” he said softly, before turning to leave.

I laid there staring at the door for what felt like eternity, my heart racing.

Sigh.

By the third night of Dr. Daniels' shift I was still seizure free, and as such, allowed to walk about without having a nurse by my side. At about midnight, sick of my room and unable to sleep, I set out to wander the halls.

I was still being monitored every hour, so I had that much time to be free before I had to return to my room. I walked the entire floor, which took all of 10 minutes, but wasn’t ready to go back to my room, so I went to the closest set of elevators and pushed the “up” button. I figured I’d pick a floor at random and do some exploring.

The bell to the elevator sounded as the doors slid open and there stood Dr. Daniels, beaming that damn inviting smile of his when he saw me.

Getting over my initial surprise, I stepped in and greeted him. He was still impeccably dressed, but I could tell he was tired. A light five o’clock shadow was prominent across his jaw line, which only made him look even sexier.

As the elevator rose through the hospital an awkward silence fell between us and I felt his eyes on me.

“You headed to the cafeteria,” he asked, clearing his throat.

“Just wandering,” I replied, shaking my head.

Silence.

“I’m headed to 6,” he continued, “Just trying to get some rest while it’s quiet downstairs.”

“I thought that floor was closed for construction?”

“It is, but there are some patient rooms in the far wing that are finished.”

I peaked at him out of the corner of my eye and found his eyes still on me. It was as if I could hear his next thought: Come with me.

The elevator doors opened and he paused, still looking at me, before walking out.

I followed.

Dr. Daniels stayed ahead of me and I maintained my distance as he wound his way through the halls. I realized that the floor was deserted and smelled of fresh paint and sawdust. He rounded a final corner and pulled out his keys.

He unlocked a set of double doors, then locked them behind us after we passed through. We walked down another set of hallways, past empty patient rooms until we reached the last door. He pushed it open and I moved past him and into the room.

The door closed quietly and he turned and looked at me, letting out a heavy sigh as if he’d been holding his breath.

“Shit,” he muttered, genuinely frustrated, “this makes no damn sense.”

In a flash, he closed the distance between us, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me.

His tongue was warm, soft and damn, the taste was divine. His hands were firm and the feel of them as he felt down my back and grabbed my ass was perfect. All I could think was, “I want this man to…”

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