The Match

“What about the shot?” He shoves a shot glass between Stacey’s tits without an ounce of shame. She seems to be just as shameless.

“I got this,” Ryan says to me. He pushes out his hand, telling me to go, and cups Wyatt’s shoulders with his hands. “What are we drinking? Cuervo?”

I look down at Ava and hold out my arm for her to grab. “Ready?”

Chapter Seven

AVA

I hook my arm through Sloan’s, allowing him to lead me downstairs. He keeps me snug against his side and uses every opportunity to touch me. With dark hair that sweeps over his forehead and green eyes that look even brighter against his tanned skin, I wanted him inside me again the second I saw him. Sloan was watching me from a distance, like a voyeur undressing me with one look.

The club is dark, save for the purple lights that cast shadows around the room. Once we find a spot in the corner of the club, our eyes meet at the same time. He stares at me, so hard and intense that it makes my pulse pound and nipples stiffen. The electricity that hums between us sets my skin on fire, a brush of heat dancing along my skin like wildfire. We were supposed to dance, not hang out under the stairwell. But I don’t mind. I like the privacy this spot offers us.

Gripping my shoulders, Sloan pushes my lower back into the cinderblock wall. Control, power, and dominance—three words that are written all over his handsome face. This man takes what he wants without asking. And I want him to take it from me. All of it. Until he’s tasted the last drop.

Slowly, I glide my tongue along my bottom lip. With a devious grin on his face and a sinful look in his eyes, he digs his hip into mine, pinning me against the wall. I have nowhere to run. Now, I am all his.

It’s hot in here and somehow too crowded even in a space this size. A sea of people surrounding us grinds on each other, the sweat dripping off their bodies. It’s not even the perfect blend of techno beats that has me so entranced. Sloan sucks up all the air around me, with his masculine scent and warm body drawing every breath I have left.

I don’t have to move to feel the electric pulse that is humming between us. As Sloan brings his hand up to my face, the adrenaline courses through my veins, causing my cheeks to flush. I’m on fire, but not from the stale air or the fog created from the overhead lights.

He tightens his grip on my face, holding my chin in his big hand. Sloan might look too young to be a doctor, but when he moves his hands down the length of my body and to my ass, lifting me up in the process, I have no doubt I am in the hands of a very skilled man. I hook my legs around his back, and his erection digs into my thigh. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, releasing a soft moan.

I still can’t believe I agreed to a sex-only relationship with Sloan. For years, I’ve had my nose stuck in a book, too focused on my undergraduate degree in chemistry and then medical school.

Sloan cups my breast over my dress and moves his hand between my legs, gently caressing every surface of my body. My lips part for Sloan, and once they do, he invades my mouth with his tongue. Every nerve ending in my body comes alive, set on fire by each flick of Sloan’s tongue. He kisses me like he’s fucking me, hungry and greedy, taking what he wants from me. I moan into his mouth as he devours me.

Between the heat from the lights and the magic Sloan is working between my legs, I am gasping for air. My skin burns from the fire that Sloan leaves in his wake, each stroke of his calloused fingers sending me over the edge. He pushes his hands down my body, feeling every inch, every curve. And I let him.

Our mouths separate for a second, long enough for Sloan to look into my eyes. He’s hauntingly beautiful, with his chiseled features and rough exterior. No doctor I’ve ever met has been this intoxicating. And I have worked with plenty of them over the years. His tongue lightly grazes my lips, and as he does this, his manly scent burrows in my nostrils. I drink him in, allow myself to sense and feel everything about Sloan.

I reach between us, dragging my fingers down his chest until I find his hard cock. Cupping my hand over him, I wet my lips to communicate to him that I want him in my mouth. I want to explore every part of this man with my tongue. He grows harder for me, his thick cock filling my hand.

“Is that what you want?” He whispers into my ear, his husky voice so velvety smooth it sends chills down my spine.

“Yes,” I hiss.

Sloan slides his hand up my thigh, bunching my dress up to my hips, exposing my soaking wet pussy to him. It was Stacey’s idea for me to wear this dress. Now, I’m completely exposed and on display to a man who I wish would fuck me right here, up against this brick wall.

He glances down and then up at me again and licks his lips. “That pretty pussy of yours is mine tonight.” Staring down, he slides his long finger along my wetness and between my slick folds. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushes his finger inside me, slow and steady. “So tight for me.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Sloan,” I moan, the air in my lungs draining with each breath.

He withdraws his finger and brings it to his mouth to suck my juices from his skin. “How about we go somewhere a little more private?” Sloan tilts his head toward the door that leads to the rooftop.

“Show me the way.”

My nipples are already like daggers poking through my dress before Sloan slides his hand up my stomach to feel the tiny buds. I moan so loud that Sloan covers my mouth with his to silence me. Then, he pulls back from me, our kiss only lasting a few seconds, and lowers me to the floor. I push my dress back over my thighs and move it into place.

The last time I did something this reckless was when I was still in college, right after I’d gotten my acceptance letter to medical school at Columbia. For years, my life has been one test or clinical rotation after another. The Residency Program at Penn General won’t be any walk in the park. Sixteen-hour days without sleep and no social life will become the norm starting on Monday morning. It will be the toughest seven years of my life.

With his arm around my back, Sloan leads me through the crowd, holding on to me as if I were his property. I like how possessive and in charge he is with me. Sloan has an authority about him that drives me crazy, all while slowly tormenting me. When it comes to medicine, I am always in charge. But I willingly give up all control around Sloan. It’s one night. One last night of freedom before my life becomes a living hell.

He tests the door to the stairway, relieved when it opens. We climb the stairs, dodging people on our way. When we reach the top floor, Sloan leans into the door and it gives way without issue. Taking in the city air, I step onto the roof next to Sloan and stretch my arms out at my side, closing my eyes as I take a deep breath. The air on my face feels good, although colder than I had realized. Being up this high makes me feel even more alive.

Off in the distance, I hear the sirens, most likely headed toward my new hospital. Only two more days until I meet the new residents. Will I survive the program? I sure as hell hope so.

Peeking over the edge of the building, I cling to Sloan’s side, and he keeps me at a safe distance. In five-inch stilettos that are killing my feet, all it would take is one missed step and my ass would go tumbling over the side and to my death. But I’m not afraid of heights. I love staring out at the Camden Waterfront and the people on the decks below us, drunk and hanging on each other.