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  He shifted between her knees and pressed her against him, she could easily feel a sizable erection when he began to roll his hips against hers. It inflamed her, any worries she had about their differences were instantly thrown out. He was attractive and he wanted her, she wanted him. That was enough. A hand crept into her scrub top and cupped her breast through her bra. She tugged her mouth from his, groaning when he just trailed his mouth along the line of her jaw to her neck.

  “Bed,” she breathed. “On the bed, please.”

  He laughed, his face buried in her neck, “I’ve never had the chance to fuck someone in a kitchen. And you’re just the right height for this to work.” His hips arched up sharply and she groaned. “The only thing standing in our way is clothes.”

  “No,” she pulled away from him then paused to make sure they didn’t topple their beers over.

  “Maybe next time. But, I’d prefer a bed.”

  Shawn pulled away with a slight grin, “You like to be in charge?”

  She slid off the counter, pressed close because he didn’t give her a lot of room to move. “I have a pair of handcuffs, but I usually wait until the third date to pull those out,” she pulled the shirt he had tucked into his scrub pants out and then began to run her hands up the hard muscle she had felt before. “So, we may have to do this more than once, I hope you comfortable with that.”

  “Friends,” he said as he looked at her seriously. “That is what friends are for.” The meaning was clear. It was apparent he didn’t mind having a sexual relationship with her. But, he wasn’t willing to go for more than that. Considering their situations, she didn’t entirely mind.

  “Good friends,” she added. “Mean less maintenance.” She had his shirt up and over his head, it was enough to make her catch her breath. He was beautiful. “Come on.”

  The view definitely didn’t change her mind about wanting him. She led him from her kitchen to her bedroom, taking the time to shed her own scrub top. Once they got to her bed, she didn’t bother with being coy it had been so long since she last had an intimate moment with a man she was ready to feel him on her. She wiggled out of the pants and stood before this man that was supposed to be her teacher in just her bra and panties.

  He started to kiss her, simply and slowly. But it wasn’t enough, she needed more. His hands skimmed her curves, once again palming a breast and the other cupping one cheek of her ass. His mouth left hers and he went back to tasting her neck.

  She wasn’t passive while he touched her, her hands wandered the expanse of his exposed skin, it was smooth and soft compared to the hard muscle beneath it. Getting impatient, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and as soon as he released her letting it drop to the floor. He gave her a light shove back onto the bed and shoved the scrub pants down his hips before he pounced.

  He hovered over her a moment, “Impatient?”

  “It’s been a while,” she admitted wiggling her panties off.

  “Normally, I like to do a little bit of foreplay, but if you’re hurting..” he trailed off, though there was obvious lust in his eyes as he pressed his hand against her bare heat.

  Amanda bit her lip as she felt his thick fingers part her and began mapping out her sex. He found the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening and began firmly circling it. Her eyes clenched close and she moaned, hips working to in tandem with his shifting fingers.

  “I need more,” she groaned aloud, she felt so empty.

  “Just a second, just a second,” he soothed.

  She opened her eyes to see him positioning the head of his cock against her, its thickness momentarily intimidating before he pressed forward. His hands cupped her hips as he slowly started to shift his length into her. There was a slight discomfort from being stretched to her limit. She clenched around him as he shift above her, then began thrusting. She clung to him, legs wrapped around his hips and hands tracing lines of his muscle.

  Her thumb circled one of his dark, flat nipples, doing all she could to distract him as he stoked the burning fire in her. The knowledge of what she was doing started to stutter, her fingers began to caress less and cling more as he built a steady rhythm. He collapsed down onto her, his weight shifting to his elbows. His mouth closed around one of her nipples, it was a line from her breast to her sex was tugged and she moaned aloud. Her arms went around his neck and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

  ‘So close,” she hissed and arched up to meet his pounding hips. “So close.”

  He released one breast to assault the other. The fire in her burned through that wire as she felt his length hit right angle. The climax burned through her, turning all her muscles to jelly save for where she clung to his thrusting cock. Shawn cursed and trembled, his thrusts starting to lose their rhythm and the force increasing. He released her nipple, though his face remained buried against her chest. When she came to herself he was panting, his hips trembling against hers.

  “Damn,” he groaned.

  She nodded, unable to verbalize her own agreement. She loosened her hold on him, her thighs like shaky and her legs falling limp on either side of his hips.

  “I’ll get up in a sec,” he still sounded breathless. “You have a tight hold on you, girl.”

  Amanda snorted, “Kegel exercises.”

  He laughed and he shifted so he laid at her side, “I’ll be sure to recommend that to all my female patients.” He reached out to toy with a breast, “You’re going to be okay with a friendship like this?”

  She gave a slight nod, his warm hand making her tremble with the way it ran over her sensitized skin.

  “I can’t offer you more than that, okay? If you ask for more I’m going to have to tell you no, just so you know that now.”

  She nodded again, “If you’re willing to put out like this and not judge me while you do it, then I’ll be fine.” She peered at him, feeling the trials of the day plus this catching up to her, “Are you going to be okay with me coming to you for just sex?”

  Shawn gave her a dazzling smile, “Girl, if any man alive has room to judge a beautiful woman come to him for sex it’s not me.” He leaned forward and gave her a slight kiss, “I’m not gonna stay. But if you need me for this again, you just let me know. I don’t mind being that kind of friend at all.” He gave her breast a pat and carefully rolled from her bed, “Sleep good. Don’t be late in the morning. Having nice tits won’t keep you out of trouble.”

  “I hear ya,” she said drowsily.

  He dressed and left her dozing spread out naked on her bed.

  3

  Amanda couldn’t remember the last time she slept so well. The idea of having a regular partner with no real strings attached seemed to relax something in her. She didn’t take advantage, she couldn’t. Even with Shawn Coleman being her superior, her teacher, it really wouldn’t be ethical for her to do anything more than enjoy the opportunity. And boy, had she enjoyed it. He was attractive, he had a great body, and he seemed willing scratch her itch while he scratched his own. No prejudices, nothing coming between them.

  She was betting that the reason he made it clear that it wasn’t a relationship was due to the fact that neither really had the time to make the effort to cater to a emotional relationship. Sex, just sex, would be so much easier. And there was something about burning through a dry spell that seemed to make her ability to grasp information, look at symptoms and diagnose with a clearer head. She chalked it up to the rush of endorphins when she had orgasmed and the fact that she hadn’t had such a rush in so long, not even by her own hand.

  True to his word, Shawn hadn’t treated her any different. He gave her the same respect as he had before, though he would often linger behind in the break room after their shift had ended. She wasn’t sure if he was looking to initiate another moment or if he was just friendly. She leaned towards the latter more, because his personality showed him to be so friendly with everyone.

  It would go on to be a week before she would start
to feel any sort of sexual frustration. She considered going to him, but decided against it. At least not, yet. She didn’t want to build any sort of emotional dependency on him, which was something of a fear. He was nice, she enjoyed his presence even at work when he was grilling her to be observant and figure out the problem a patient was having. He seemed to respect her, as far as she could tell, and it was something she wanted to put in jeopardy. Not after the snark from Doctor Riggs on her first day. She wouldn’t be buckling under pressure and she wasn’t going to let all her work go down in flames.

  At the week and a half mark he approached her, sitting beside her as she twisted the dial to the lock that kept her personal items safe.

  “So, it either wasn’t as good as I thought it was or you’ve had a change of heart,” Shawn started, rubbing lightly at his jaw.

  He had a sprinkling of hair there and she wondering if he was going to be following to trend of men striving to make beard relevant again.

  “No,” she nudged him with her shoulder. “There’s something about too much of a good thing? I don’t want to create a dependency on it. Do you understand?” she raised an eyebrow at him as she pulled out her purse and the sweater she had worn over her scrubs.

  “Hm,” he frowned, looking like he wanted to disagree. “I guess that sounds like a compliment. I’ll take it. So, I was under the impression that when you had an itch,” his drug his fingers between her shoulder blades, “I would be willing to scratch it.” He leaned forward, his voice low and she tried to resist from shuddering, “But, if I have an itch would you be willing to scratch mine?”

  “Is that what you came in here for?”

  “I’m a man,” he shrugged like that was an excuse. “You’re beautiful, you have to know that. Are you really surprised that I’ll want you?”

  She smiled, taking that as a compliment, “I can be surprised.” She closed her locker and replaced the lock, “Are you needing your itch scratched now?”

  “Not now necessarily,” he looked away, rolling his eyes slightly. “I have a meeting to go to here in a bit. I just wanted to make sure it was a mutual arrangement,” he turned to look back at her and smiled. “I had a good time at your place. I just wanted to be sure that it could be repeated.”

  “I wouldn’t mind scratch your itches,” she admitted, “As long as they’re under the pretense that I have nothing going on.”

  “Have you started dating someone?” His expression went serious and he actually looked concerned, “Because if you are, then it’s not a good idea for us to do this.”

  “No,” that was something of a relief to hear and it was apparent on his features. “I just meant something along the lines of when I start having to hit those longer shifts. I can’t promise I’ll be up for anything, but sleep.”

  “You and me both,” he stood and looked at his watch. “I’ll catch you in the morning, Thomas. We have a long day ahead of us.” He gave her ponytail a light tug before leaving her to see to his responsibilities.

  The next day, as promised was a long one, her first twelve hours shift and there was more duties that were stacked onto the residents. They were left under the watchful eye of seasoned nurses and the two doctors they had been assigned to. They did rounds, keeping an eye on their patients and making sure they will progressing as they were supposed to.

  “There’s a patient coming up here from the ER,” one nurse said as she set down a clipboard at the station. “Come on we’ll go down to escort them up and put them into room eight.”

  She nodded and followed the nurse a floor down. The ER was usually busy and more hectic than the floor she was learning on. There were more life or death situations here than there were upstairs. They got to their patient, an older man recovering a car accident. He was conscious and stable, but was committed because with his injuries he needed to be watched. An orderly was there to help, he had blonde hair and looked like she had him by a few years.

  “Just here for the grunt work, ladies,” he winked at them as he started to wheel the bed through the ER.

  “Get out of the way,” someone snapped, rushing through the hallway. “Code Blue! Room 1, hurry we’ll need a cart!”

  It went by in a blur and she watched, as two people were corralled back to a waiting room as the doctors and nurses worked on saving their loved one. When they passed and she peered in at the figure on the bed she saw a small figure, tubes coming out of everywhere as they struggled to keep the little body alive. Her heart leapt into her throat and the loud endless beep of the monitor would be something that would haunt her dreams, she decided.

  “I need a moment,” she said to him, he was in the break room with her but she had to find him.

  She felt the quakes of emotion twisting up her gut and she needed to get some relief. A child coded while she had been seeing to a particular patient in the ER and she had witnessed it. It struck her so hard, children should be safe from illness and death. But, sadly they weren’t.

  “Could we…” she trailed off when he turned to her.

  He didn’t argue, just gave a cautious look around to make sure they wouldn’t have an audience. When he was sure they were alone he tugged her into an embracing, wrapping her up in his strong arms.

  “You need to talk to a counselor,” it was a command, something that didn’t broker much argument. “You don’t need to be coming to me for something like this.”

  “I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice sounding strangled and she didn’t enjoy it. Though there was relief in his arms. “I need you to fuck me now.”

  “I can’t here, we’ll have to go to your apartment,” she felt his lips press to her brow before he pulled away and grimaced. “You really want me to take you in a bathroom stall?”

  “I need to feel something,” she shook her head. “Something other than what I’m feeling right now.”

  He made a noise, deep in his throat and released her, “If we’re lucky the on call room will be empty. Come on, we’ll make it quick then I’ll take you home and make you feel better. However, you are going to see a counselor asap, you understand?”

  She nodded and he lead her downstairs and towards the emergency room. As far as she was concerned she had no desire to go back to that department again. But, he came to a door that said in big bold print ‘Employees Only’ and opened it, gesturing her to go inside. As soon as the door was closed she jerked off the shirt of her scrubs and fell to her knees. She didn’t bother to wait for permission. She tugged his pants down just enough so she could get his cock out. It was half mast, but she was so intent on what she wanted she didn’t care. She leaned forward and closed her mouth around the head of him, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He let out a groan, leaning back against the door and cut a hand through her hair as she began to work on swallowing his hardening length. Her hand pumping along as she urged it along.

  “Hey,” an unfamiliar voice cut through the fog of lust that had distracted her. “If you’re going to do that shit, could you at least check to make sure no one is in here first?”

  “Fuck,” Shawn growled and then groaned. “Matt your timing is terrible.”

  “I’m on call, I need a nap and I’m using the on call room for it’s intended purpose.”

  Amanda released Shawn and turned to look over her shoulder, seeing just who had interrupted them. He had a colorful cap on his head, though there was wisps of black hair sticking out of it and his blue eyes looked tired save for the fact that he was interested in just what they were doing.

  “So, the polite thing to do here is to either leave and let me nap,” he grinned at them. “Or invite me to join in?”

  “What?” she hadn’t even considered it, she turned to look up at Shawn.

  His eyes were half lidded and he looked as if he would protest. But, she had this desire. She need this distraction. It would be easy enough to continue to suck on the cock in front of her until he was hard enough to take her, but… she looked at the other man lounging on a cot. She
clenched her thighs together and forged ahead. She stood up, her hand started moving along Shawn’s length again.

  “Any smart ass remarks,” she started. “And it’ll stop here.”

  She used her free hand work the pants off her hips, exposing the white lacy thong she was wearing.

  “Oh shit,” he stood up, looking surprised. “I was only joking, but if you’re serious.” He approached with an eagerness that should have worried her. “Far be it for me to look a gift horse in the mouth,” his hands cupped her exposed rump, before tugging her panties down and out of the way.