Princely Passions

“You got that right,” he whispers back at me, his smart eyes focused on mine. I look back at him in silence, for a long time, and I let the truth of all this slowly sink in.

Now that we’ve crossed a forbidden line (and more than once), it might be impossible to turn back. And, the thing is, it doesn’t sound that bad.

Or does it?

43

Daphne

My phone buzzes and with a sigh, I pick it up. I have a ten minute break, and then I have to get back out there and insert a catheter into…

Oh.

Oh my.

Look who’s texting me this morning.

I sit up abruptly, a stupidly large grin on my face, as I scroll through the text. Just Dominic wishing me a good morning, and asking me what I’m going to be doing later today.

It was only yesterday that we snuck out of the Carlyle Hotel and back to our own homes, after a bout of morning sex that was sublime. I had to work back to backs, yesterday evening and then again early this morning, and I should be exhausted.

I was exhausted…three minutes ago. Now I’m just grinning like an idiot.

I bite my lip in hesitation. I could be a good girl and just tell him that I’m going to be getting off work and spending the evening catching up on my bills…

Or I could be a very naughty, naughty girl and tell him that I’m going to be getting off work and spending the evening sucking his dick.

I glance up at the utilitarian clock on the wall in the staff break room at the New York Presbyterian Hospital. Five minutes left. What to do…

My fingers hesitate over the screen for just a moment and then I type it, the dirtiest text I’ve ever written in my life:

I’m getting off work at three and then I was going to see if my stepdaddy will meet me at his house, so we can fuck like rabbits.

Send.

Okay, so maybe that isn’t OTT for some people, but it is for me. Roger wasn’t much of a dirty talker in bed (which apparently was because I didn’t have the right body parts for his tastes) and I was with him for so long, I’ve forgotten what it was like to date anyone else. I had a couple of boyfriends in high school, but boys that age just don’t have enough confidence to talk dirty to their girlfriends.

Hopefully something that isn’t true about older guys.

I hold my breath, waiting for a reply. Hurry, hurry, I have a catheter to become best friends with in approximately 45 seconds…

Finally, finally, a response.

Do you always fuck your stepdaddy? You sound like a naughty little girl who needs to be spanked.

I turn off my phone and sit back with a gasp, staring at the blank screen sightlessly.

Okay, so, it turns out, older men do know how to dirty talk.

I can feel my panties getting wetter by the moment as I imagine what, exactly, Dominic’s text means. I push the cheap mauve chair away from the table, throw my empty yogurt container into the trash, and shove my phone into my pocket.

I can do this. I can so do this. I can operate on patients and insert catheters and lots of other very interesting medical procedures without killing anyone, even though the chances of my brain being focused on what I’m doing is going to be about 0.00341 percent.

Totally.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket as I head down to the operating room to wash up. With a guilty look around me, I slide my phone out of my pocket to take a quick peek. I’m not supposed to be texting while on the clock, but I’m not actually texting, right? I’m reading. That’s totally different.

I roll my eyes at my own splitting of hairs and then eagerly skim down the lock screen.