conflicted war happening inside her where Cian O’Reilly was concerned. A war she was petrified she was going to lose. Especially if he kept up riding in like some white knight in shining armor. Although in his case, it was more like a dark avenging angel.
“Ugh, you can be so blind sometimes! Mark my words, Athena, it won’t be long before instead of him riding in like your white knight—” Athena’s head whipped up when Sabine plucked the thoughts right out of her head. “—he’s got you riding him instead.”
Athena smacked her on the arm and blushed furiously as the image of sliding herself down onto Cian’s waiting cock filled her head. He’d reach up and tug her long hair back, exposing her throat to his teeth; biting down and marking her flesh as his as he slowly entered her, rocking his hips up and into her in a way that would have her moaning out his name. She’d start to move in a leisurely pace at first and then—
“You’re totally picturing it! You have sex face!” Sabine exclaimed far too loudly. The entire group turned to gape at the two of them and Athena wished furiously for the floor to open up and swallow her, or better yet, to swallow her asshole best friend.
She caught a look of hurt flash across Clarence’s face but before she could wonder what that was about, Bianca burst out laughing, breaking the silence.
“You two are a trip,” she commented, shaking her head in disbelief. Webster glared at all of them and motioned them into the room with her hands.
“God save me from interns,” she muttered, closing the door behind them.
Reynolds stopped him in the hall on his way out of the building a few hours after his run in with Webster and her interns. The gossips had already been churning over his latest stunt and rumors were running rampant about a torrid affair between him and the little Dr. Payne.
“Have you seen the news lately?” Reynolds asked, concern evident in his tone.
“Yeah. It’s a goddamn nightmare. Where the hell is that nitwit getting her info?”
“I don’t know. I was hoping you had some idea. What’s our plan of action here? Are we cooling things off for awhile until this blows over?” Reynolds asked.
“Fuck no. Are you crazy? We can’t stop now. These fuckers need to pay for what they’ve done, Reynolds. I thought you understood that.” Cian snapped.
“Calm down. Of course I understand that, but neither of us need this shit coming down on our heads,” he lowered his voice. “We’re murdering people, Cian. Right here in this hospital under the fucking nose of everyone. And someone knows about it and is feeding information to the press. Doesn’t that concern you even a little?”
“You’re damn right it concerns me. It concerns me enough to know we need to find the mole and flush this shit out now. Someone is talking, you’re right about that, and when I catch who it is, they’re going to wish they never crossed me. That’s a promise.” They headed out the sliding doors and into the dusky light of the just setting sun.
“Well if you won’t consider giving it a rest for awhile then we need to be really fucking careful on the twenty-third. It’s only a couple weeks away and I don’t want to have the cops showing up in our OR.”
“That’s not going to happen. I’m going to handle this spy or mole or whatever the fuck it is and you’re going to help me. Set up a meet of the team at my place tomorrow. I want everyone there, no excuses.”
“Alright. Cian, are you sure there isn’t anything I can say to change your mind about taking a break for awhile? I really think—”
“No. How can you even say that to me, John? You know the significance of that date. You know why we have to keep moving forward with this. If you want off the team, fine. But just fucking say that instead of acting like a pussy and wanting a break. We’re not fucking dating.” Cian’s
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