I can't believe my luck.
No, s**t. This just feels so damn good to be true.
Just how many times have I dreamed of this? Theresa, flushed, tender and smiling behind my locked office door; her grip tight on my white doctor's coat? Theresa staring up at me like that, hot and hungry?
Too many times to count. This is better, though. This is real.
Never going to let her go after this. Once I taste her, she's mine.
The sounds of the hospital float through the closed door—the calls of doctors and nurses, the beeping equipment, the recorded announcements—but in this room, we're safe in our own world. My pulse thumps in my ears as I kiss Theresa's cheek, her jaw, her throat, trailing my lips over her soft, heated skin.
My knees crack as I lower myself down to kneel before the bench. Theresa hu
