My heart skipped so hard I almost stumbled.
Why did that sound like a double meaning?
Like I could always come to him for help. Did that include asking his cock for help, too?
The second I locked my door, the day crashed over me.
I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and walked to the bathroom on shaky legs. Steam filled the space as I turned the water hot. I stripped out of my scrubs, leaving them in a heap, and stepped into the tub. I sank down until water closed over my shoulders.
My head fell back against the tile. Eyes closed.
And then it flooded back.
Knox’s low voice telling me to spread my legs. The press of his bare finger pushing into my untouched hole. The way he curled, stroked, and stretched me open while I tried not to moan. The humiliating moment I squirted over his face. The clinical words that still echoed in my skull.
You need to be fucked. Regularly.
I slid my hand between my legs under the water.
My pussy was still swollen from his examination. The second my fingers brushed my clit, I hissed. I was soaked again from the memory. I pushed two fingers inside myself the way he had. Slow at first, then deeper, trying to recreate the exact pressure.
“Knox…” His name slipped out on a shaky breath.
I fucked myself harder, water splashing against the tub. In my head, it was his hand again—skilled, relentless, spreading me open while those dark eyes watched every twitch. I remembered the bulge in his scrubs, thick and obvious. My empty cunt clenched around my fingers with pure need.
“Fuck… Knox… if just your hand felt like that…” My voice broke. “How would your cock feel? God, how would it feel stretching me open for real?”
The orgasm slammed into me so hard my thighs shook. Water sloshed over the rim. I came with his name on my tongue, raw and desperate. My hips jerked against my hand until the pleasure eased into a dull throb.
I stayed there a long time, breathing hard, before I stood to finish washing. When I stepped out, I caught my reflection in the mirror.
Naked. Flushed. Nipples tight. Pussy still glistening from my fingers.
I couldn’t stop myself.
I leaned one hand on the sink and slid the other back between my legs. I watched myself in the mirror as I pushed two fingers deep again. The wet sound was filthy. I fucked myself slower this time. My eyes locked on the way my hole stretched around my fingers, imagining it was Knox’s cock. Another orgasm built fast. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming his name. I came with my forehead pressed to the glass, legs trembling.
Oh my God. This is getting bad.
Afterward, I crawled into bed naked, still wet between my thighs, and drifted off.
The dreams were worse.
I was back on the operating table under bright lights. Knox stood between my spread legs. His bare hands pinned my thighs open while he thrust into me hard and deep. The wet slap of skin echoed through the empty OR. He told me I was tight. That I was made for his cock. That he was going to fuck the ache out of me until I couldn’t walk.
I woke up gasping. Sheets twisted around my legs. Another pulse of wetness leaked onto the mattress.
Jesus Christ!
Morning was brutal.
I woke with a deep ache low in my belly that made it hard to sit up. My pussy felt swollen and empty. This can't continue. After the embarrassment of yesterday, I couldn’t last much longer like this. I needed to get fucked. Immediately.
But by who?
A name slipped into my head.
Jax.
My ex.
The man I dated for almost a year without letting him touch me properly.
If he had just taken charge back then, maybe I wouldn't be in this mess. His patience left me in this exact state.
Maybe he would still help. Maybe we could rekindle something just long enough for him to take care of this.
I grabbed my phone before I could talk myself out of it and called him.
He answered on the third ring. His voice was flat. “Maya.”
“Hey.” I tried to keep my tone light. “I’ve been thinking about us. About how things ended. I miss you. Can we meet up? Maybe we could try again?”
A short, humorless laugh. “You’re serious?”
“I am. I need help, Jax. I need you.”
Silence stretched for a beat.
“I’ve got a girlfriend now. A real one who actually puts out. I’m not cheating on her just because you finally decided you want dick after all this time. Find someone else to solve your little problem.”
Anger flared hot in my chest. “Fuck you.”
I hung up before he could speak and threw the phone onto the bed.
Cursing him did nothing to ease the throbbing between my legs. I still needed to come so badly it hurt. There was no one else. I couldn’t just pick up a random stranger. The thought made my skin crawl.
But Knox…
The way he looked at me yesterday. The way his control frayed when I squirted on his face. The thick bulge he hadn’t been able to hide.
Maybe…
A reckless idea slid into my head and refused to leave.
What if I went back tonight? Invented another problem. Told him the tightness came back worse. That I was in real pain. That I needed him to check again. He was the only one who could help me. He’d said it himself, hadn’t he?
‘You can always come to me for help.’
So I’d invent another lie. I'd get his hand inside my pussy again, and this time I wouldn’t stop. I’d drag him down with me. I'd seduce him until that careful mask cracked and he finally gave in.
The hospital closed at eight. Knox almost always stayed late for complicated cases. If I showed up around eight-thirty, the place would be empty except for him.
Yes. It's settled.
I spent the day in a haze of nerves. By seven, I was in the shower again, shaving everything smooth. Then I stood in front of my closet. I chose a black dress that hugged my curves and stopped mid-thigh. Underneath, I wore red lace panties. He had once casually mentioned liking red, and I never forgot. No bra. Just the dress, the panties, and a light jacket to look halfway professional.
At eight-twenty, I locked my apartment and drove to the hospital, heart slamming against my ribs.
The parking lot was almost empty. The main lights were dim. I used my badge to get through the side entrance and walked the quiet corridors until I reached the OR wing.
The door was ajar. Light spilled into the dark hallway.
I pushed it open.
Knox stood by his desk, reading a chart. He looked up. He froze.
His gaze dropped from my low neckline down my bare legs. I watched his Adam’s apple bob.
A slow smile curved his lips.
“Maya. You’re here.”
I smiled back. My heart raced. “Yes.”
I stepped closer. I lowered my voice like a confession. “Actually… that tightness? It came back. It aches deep inside when I walk. Can you check it again? I think I need a deeper examination this time.”
“Yes.”
He didn't even let me finish.
My eyes widened.
*Jesus. Thank you.*
My prayers were answered.
He strode toward me. His white coat framed his broad shoulders. My gaze dropped. A heavy bulge strained his trousers. Thick and obvious. My mouth watered.
I was right.
He wanted me too.
“Sit on the table,” he ordered. His voice was darker.
I hopped onto the table. He moved close. His hands grabbed my ankles. He spread my legs. He pushed the hem of my dress up, baring the red lace panties.
He froze.
The muscle in his jaw flexed. I watched his eyes darken as he took in his favorite color.
He hooked his fingers into the lace. He dragged the fabric down my thighs.
He looked up at my face as his fingers quickly found that familiar spot.
“Is the pain here?” he asked. His thumbs brushed my inner thighs. “What kind of pain is it?”
“I don't know how to explain it,” I lied. I just wanted him to fuck me.
His eyes stayed locked on my wetness. He slid one thick finger between my slick folds. He didn't push inside yet. He just teased the entrance, coating his skin in my juices.
“Mmph—ahh—”
The moan left my throat loud. I didn’t hold it back. My hips jerked toward his hand. Greedy.
He pushed. One long finger sank deep into my tight hole. The wet sound echoed in the quiet room. My juices coated his knuckles instantly.
“Careful, little Maya,” he murmured. His tone dripped with dark amusement. “It’s just an examination. You’re already soaking my hand.”
A breathless chuckle slipped past my lips.
I dropped the innocent act completely.
My hand shot out. My fist closed around the collar of his scrubs. I yanked him forward. I crushed my mouth to his. Hot. Hungry. Zero hesitation. My tongue pushed past his lips just as his finger curled deep inside me.
I pulled back, panting against his mouth.
“An examination?” I whispered. My voice dripped with pure lust. “How can you call this an examination? You’re using bare hands. You're stroking me until I come. Is this standard procedure, Doctor?”
I locked eyes with him. My thighs trembled against his wrist.
“Drop the bullshit,” I demanded, tightening my grip on his shirt. “And fuck this little patient of yours.”