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"Good girl," he tellssoe psychic power that he’s thus far kept hidden "Is your clit swollen?"

I shutnot to feel absolutely lost and embarrassed "Yeah Yeah it is"

"Rub it for ers back and forth over the slick flesh betweeneven "Does it feel good?"

"Uh-huh" I s a en as a ripple of heat shivers upup overlike crazy I bite the lower one to try and get a handle on the sensation but it only h deeply

"That’s it Don’t hold your breath, angry girl" Zeth’s deeply resonating voice is hypnotic noorking into my subconscious It feels like a physical presence in itself, sending shooting relays of pleasure around my body "Take your shirt off"

I blink past the deht of objection out of my head No point now I yank offthe clothes drop to the floor betweenout of htly drawn buds, so sensitive the still air against theineI do when I’m on my own I never really have I always reasoned that it wouldn’t be the saertips across the goose-bu him I can practically feel the heat of his breath as he stoops to suck one nipple and then the other into his ht," he encourages onna need two hands for this"

I fu the phone down on top of the pile of clothes atI’ where I see fit I’, too I wouldn’t be able to stop ers inside" Zeth’s voice sounds al so first er into ht and strangely blissful The forbidden pitch of his words work their ic over me when he then commands, "Fuck yourself for e hi that escapesthe weight of hi in and out of h stubble onand hissing out his approval as I get louder and louder I can barely hear what he’s saying though, and soon a tightening, fizzing sensation grips hold of me It happens suddenly An unstoppable wall of heat that crashes throughupward and at the sa me doith it

"Holy…FUCK!" The words rip out of me like a plea for help My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, up and down, up and down

Zeth’s lazy, ahter echoes around the narrow cubicle "Sounds like you enjoyed that, angry girl"

"Fuck you," I tell hi that makes me freeze in place: a toilet flush Zeth is silent for a uess That wasn’t you"

I sit upright, leaning forward, slappingI snatch up the phone and hit the big red end call button, feeling allShit

A stall door opens, not the one right next toturned on fills the bathroom Whoever it is hurriedly washes their hands and then rushes out of the bathroorab up my clothes and dress myself frantically--I need to find out who the hell that was! No, no, no, no, NO! Fuck Fuck!!

I hastily wash my own hands, and then dash out of the bathroo, asistered a nine point two on the Richter scale The corridor is bustling with nurses, doctors andpublic! I don’t knohat’s worse, the thought of a colleague having just heard that or the poor, unsuspecting family member of one of my patients My horror becomes absolute when Oliver Massey saunters down the hallway towardat ive hih five as he passes He raises an eyebrow at ht on by

"Scrubs are inside out, Ro "What have you been up to?"

It can’t have been Oliver There’s no way it could have been hi out loud The rest of the day goes by with ht withinstructed to do rather graphic things to le with need for the rest of my shift When it’s finally time for me to clock off, I find Lacey asleep in the on-call room where I left her, swaddled in blankets She doesn’t look like she’s ily at me when I wake her and we leave St Peter’s via the rear exit, firstly to avoid the curious eyes of the nursing staff, secondly so I don’t run into Oliver again (just in case), and thirdly so I can try and sneak the Volvo out of the lot without being seen by any mysterious black cars with tinted s