He smirked at me, rocking his hips against my slit, making me shudder as he lubed up. I craned my neck up and he dipped down, hungry mouths meeting again. I rested my hands on his waist, helping me to lift my hips in time with his thrust.
So turned on I ached and burned, and every stroke against my clit gave me goose bumps.
“Let’s see if it fits,” I whispered with a smirk.
No words, no witty retort, just a possessive touch and a large cock forging a path into my underused pussy. The feeling was so intense my body shuddered and exploded. I shook beneath him, clamping down around him.
“Did you just come?” he asked, the surprise evident in his tone.
I whimpered and nodded as I convulsed in his arms.
“Damn, I’m good.”
“There’s that cockiness,” I said through harsh breaths.
“Nope, you’re just upping my already high confidence.” He pulled out and slammed back in, then fisted my hair, tilting my head back as his teeth scraped against my neck. “Let’s see if I can do it again.”
There was no room to argue, no dispute, just a long keening from me as he slammed his cock into me. Fast, hard strokes to my still spasming pussy.
“Your pussy wants to come again. It’s squeezing me so tight,” he whispered against my ear.
“Fuck.”
He pulled out and slammed back in. “What is it you think I’m doing?”
“Harder.”
He smirked. “As you wish.”
I asked for hard and he gave it, along with fast and pounding. Obliterating my pussy, blissed out and shaking as I came again.
A few more insanity making strokes before he let out a low groan, his hips jerking as he erupted.
Our breaths mingled, another kiss, soft and sensual as his strength gave out.
“Don’t think I’m done,” he said against my neck.
“No?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
He made a humming sound. “No. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of this room.”
Fuck. Me.
Three hours of sleep was not nearly enough before a ten-hour shift. My own fault for fucking a guy all night. I was paying for it in many ways. Walking was difficult, my thighs sore and weak, and there was a nonstop, pulsing ache in my pussy.
Fucking worth it.
“So, who was the guy you ran off with last night?” Sandra asked, surprising me when she leaned on the counter right next to me.
I blinked at her. “What?”
“Don’t what me. I saw you sneak off with tall, dark, and handsome. His hands were all over you.”
My mind wandered back to said hands. “He had great hands.”
“So, you did do some in-depth examinations.” She waggled her eyebrows, her brown eyes sparkling.
“He puts all other guys I’ve been with to shame.”
Her eyes bulged. “Even Digby?”
I used to call my ex-boyfriend Digby my Norwegian pile driver. He was huge all over and known to bruise sensitive areas with how hard he pounded my pussy, but it was worth it. However, his memory was being eclipsed by Simon, though I wasn’t sure what about him made it better.
“Okay, he doesn’t put Digby to shame, but he may top him.”
“Damn.” She blew out a breath and fanned herself. “You, me, wine. Thursday at my place and you are telling me every last detail. I think the men in my life just met a new standard.”
I smiled at her and shook my head. “Wine sounds like an excellent idea.”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then.” She waved as she pushed off and headed out the door.
With Sandra gone and Damon staring at me, I grabbed the top bin and began to process another vial. With one down, three more appeared, and I stepped up the pace. Plugging in my earbuds helped get me in the zone and I was off.
“Hey, Paisley, got a good one for you,” Micah said as he walked up holding the basket containing a file and three vials of blood.
“Is it mutant?” I asked as I pulled out my earbuds and set them on the counter.
He laughed. “Better. John Doe.”
I didn’t often know patient names, even less about the person or how they died. They were all a series of barcodes attached to each vial.
I quirked my brow at Micah. “John Doe?”
“Yeah, Dr. Mitchell can’t ID the guy. He’s got no prints, no dental records, nothing.”
“No prints?”
He shook his head. “Burned off.”
“His fingertips are burned off? That’s weird.” So strange. It was the first I’d heard of it outside of Hollywood.
“Tell me about it. He showed up two days ago and there’s not even a hint. Wonder if he’s a spy or something.”
I rolled my eyes as he headed back out the security door and down the hall. Micah’s words came back to me, and a deep curiosity took over.
I loved a good mystery, after all.
Pushing against the floor, I rolled my chair over to a computer where I pulled up John Doe’s electronic file, and clicked on the ME’s report.