The Match
“Do you not want to become a surgeon?” He asks the question as if commanding the answer from me.
His voice is so deep and controlled, yet soothing to my ears. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I hate and like him all at the same time. And I hate myself for liking him.
“Yes, I want to become a surgeon,” I tell him after a long pause. “It’s all I have ever wanted to be. I’m just afraid that our past will affect our working relationship.”
He stares out the window for a few seconds before he peeks up over me from beneath his long, dark lashes. “I’m a professional. What happened between us was a one-time thing.”
My breath hitches, the nerves caught in my throat in the process. I was never this uncomfortable, so unsure of myself around another doctor. Sloan has an aura he gives off, combined with his ridiculously good looks, that is throwing me into an emotional tailspin. Sickened by the fact that he has me wet and wanting more, all while he’s telling me the opposite, I want to run from his office. He doesn’t want me. That much he made crystal clear. But I want him. Even though I shouldn’t feel a single thing for this man.
“Our past will not interfere with our future, Dr. Roberts. As long as we have an understanding, I shouldn’t have to…discipline you.”
I cower beneath his gaze. Why does his dominance turn me on? Is there something wrong with my body for reacting this way?
He watches me intently, studying every feature from my face down to my chest. Once his eyes land on my
breasts, he bites his bottom lip. He knows I am watching his every movement, yet he does something incredibly unprofessional on purpose.
“Discipline,” I say, sitting up straight.
He smiles as if he won a prize. He already had me, so he can wipe that stupid smirk from his perfect face. For however long Sloan is my boss, he will always win when it comes to work.
“Yes, discipline, Dr. Roberts. If you get out of line, someone will have to punish you.”
Leaning back in my chair, I cross my legs, giving him my undivided attention. He checks out my thighs for a few seconds before he locks onto me once more. Even in scrubs, he makes me feel sexy. When Sloan looks at you, it’s as if he’s staring through you, trying to extract every thought from your mind.
I was nervous when I first walked into his office. Now, my body is on fire from all the emotions hitting me at once. Most of them are wrong on so many levels. I shouldn’t want my boss, but I do. I want him so bad I have to fight the urge. Running my hands up my sides, I push up my bra to adjust my breasts, wondering if he will take the bait.
Neither of us speaks for several minutes. The air is thick with tension. Make up your mind, I want to scream at him, because he says one thing but does another. He unfolds his hands and sinks back in his chair. Then, he does something unexpected and places his hand over his crotch.
Sloan stands up, smoothing his hands down the front of his dark scrubs, bringing attention to his massive erection. I think I might be imagining this until he comes around to my side of the desk and stands behind me. He bends down to whisper in my ear, his length digging into my arm.
“Sloan,” I say, clearing my throat. “I mean Dr. Hart. What are you doing? This violates your rules.”
“You make me fucking crazy, Ava. I know I shouldn’t fuck you again, but I can’t stop thinking about your tight pussy. Seeing you here was the last thing I ever expected. I have rules. We already went over them, yet you defy them.”
“I didn’t do anything other than show up to work today.” I swallow the lump in my throat and look up at him. “I hate your rules.”
What Sloan and I had a few days ago was explosive but dangerous. Our personalities do not mesh well together. We only work well together in the bedroom. While I’m looking forward to seeing what sparks fly between us this time, I’m not so sure we should pursue anything further.
Holding onto the arm of the chair, I push myself up to my feet, a little wobbly from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It doesn’t help that Sloan makes my entire body tremble from the nervous anticipation of what is to come. I want him to make me come again so bad.
He slides his big hands on my shoulders and presses down to keep me in place, sending chills down my spine in the process. I suck in a deep breath, surprised by his sudden gesture. After giving me his bullshit speech about how we can’t be together, he does something so contradictory that it makes no sense to me.
Make up your mind, I scream on the inside, even though Sloan should hear it from my mouth.
He stares down at me the entire time I squirm under his grip, aware of the effect he has on me. My panties are soaking wet, the thin material barely enough to keep my juices from spilling down my leg. While Sloan can’t see the magic he’s working on my pussy, he can see my nipples protruding through the scrub material because they’re like daggers pointed at him. And he doesn’t miss a thing. He knows I want him so fucking bad.
He licks his lips once more. “I wish you weren’t a doctor at this hospital. You are too distracting.” Sloan releases me from his grasp.
“So are you,” I counter. “I shouldn’t be wet for my boss right now. This is so wrong, yet when I look at you, it feels so right. I want the man who can give me multiple orgasms to give me one on this desk right now, but we can’t do this. We both have our careers to think about.”
Finding the courage to leave, I get up from the chair and head toward the exit. He catches up to me by the time my fingers wrap around the cool metal knob, and I still from his breath on my neck.
Sloan doesn’t speak. He doesn’t even touch me. Sucking in a deep breath, I turn the doorknob and get the fuck away from my way-too-tempting boss.
Chapter Eleven
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