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Marcus... If I send her to you, tread lightly. I don't want to be sued.”
“I'll behave. Maybe. Just send her to me.”
Evelyn paused then sighed again. “I'll see what I can do,” she muttered then hung up and went to the reception desk.
“Ms. Jones, you and Ms. Thompson can go as soon as the nurse Ms. Turner sends up gets here.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” She stood and packed her bag.
“No problem. Just send her to the back and go.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Twenty minutes later Mariah was standing in the hall looking around, puzzled. I glimpsed through the windows of the double doors and saw the elevator doors close on the Peds nurses.
I look back to Mariah as she starts walking toward the doors. Shit.
“Mariah,” I called softly, hurriedly. She froze. God, she's so hot... even in the damn scrubs. “Mariah,” I called again. Geez... I sounded like a horny teenager.
Her head turned and she froze when she saw me. She turned away again.
“Mariah, please.”
She pressed her palm on her forehead and whispered, “Don't.”
“Why?” I could hear the ache in my voice and feared she’d reject me. I slowly moved toward her.
“I - I have to go,” she murmured.
I moved faster, determined. “Please, don't leave.”
“I cannot be alone with you,” she whispered again.
“Why,” I asked when I was a step away.
She stepped forward. “Marcus, please. Don't.” It was a plea. Shit.
I moved closer. “Tell me why,” I pleaded back.
Suddenly, she bolted for the door. I couldn't let her get away again and I took off after her. Damn, she was fast... but not fast enough. I grabbed her arm and waist and pulled her back to me, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
She attacked my arm and whined, “No.”
I couldn't stop, her scent was driving me crazy and I had to kiss her. I moved her chin to the side and kiseds every inch of her throat and ear, keeping a tight grip on her waist. I heard a very light moan escape from her.
“You smell so sweet. It's enchanting,” I whispered lazily to her. “You have haunted my dreams... so beautiful, like my own rare flower. Let me make love to you, Mariah.”
“No, Marcus. Please let me go before I do something I'll regret forever.” Her tone was anything but refusal.
“I can make you forget him.”
“What,” she gasped. “Who?”
“Wexler,” I snapped.
“No, no...”
I tuned her out. Fuck Wexler. “I hate that fucker for having you.”
I eased my hand down her top and caressed an erect nipple. I heard another moan as I rubbed my hard cock across her ass. She stopped resisting. I eased her to the wall, lifted her arms out of my way and flatten her hands to the wall. She moved forward and I followed, keeping my body tight against hers.
I pulled that ridiculous pin that was containing her beautiful hair and I groaned as it fell past her shoulders, down her back. I fisted it and pulled her head back.
“I love your hair. Don't ever cut it,” I demanded, meaning it with everything I was and am.
I kissed her up and down her throat and loosened the ties on her pants. I rubbed her hot sex, then eased my fingers into her and groaned because she was wet already!
“I love how wet you are, baby,” I whispered as I took my hand out and suck my fingers. “You taste as sweet as you smell.” I eased my fingers back into her. “I'd like some more... much more. I feel so greedy with you, baby.” I smiled as she groaned and there was another shudder.
I slowly stroked her, thumb her hard clit and she moved her hips with me. She lowered her head and moaned, very animal like, and that turned me on more. I pulled her head back up by her hair and she gasped. I bit at her jaw then licked her lips.
“Marcus, stop. Please stop,” she begged.
I felt her shudder and her clit hardened.
“Baby... feed me. Cum for me.”
Suddenly she pulled away and damn near ran from me. She was crying and made me feel lower than dirt. I took a step toward her and she stops me with
“I'll behave. Maybe. Just send her to me.”
Evelyn paused then sighed again. “I'll see what I can do,” she muttered then hung up and went to the reception desk.
“Ms. Jones, you and Ms. Thompson can go as soon as the nurse Ms. Turner sends up gets here.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” She stood and packed her bag.
“No problem. Just send her to the back and go.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Twenty minutes later Mariah was standing in the hall looking around, puzzled. I glimpsed through the windows of the double doors and saw the elevator doors close on the Peds nurses.
I look back to Mariah as she starts walking toward the doors. Shit.
“Mariah,” I called softly, hurriedly. She froze. God, she's so hot... even in the damn scrubs. “Mariah,” I called again. Geez... I sounded like a horny teenager.
Her head turned and she froze when she saw me. She turned away again.
“Mariah, please.”
She pressed her palm on her forehead and whispered, “Don't.”
“Why?” I could hear the ache in my voice and feared she’d reject me. I slowly moved toward her.
“I - I have to go,” she murmured.
I moved faster, determined. “Please, don't leave.”
“I cannot be alone with you,” she whispered again.
“Why,” I asked when I was a step away.
She stepped forward. “Marcus, please. Don't.” It was a plea. Shit.
I moved closer. “Tell me why,” I pleaded back.
Suddenly, she bolted for the door. I couldn't let her get away again and I took off after her. Damn, she was fast... but not fast enough. I grabbed her arm and waist and pulled her back to me, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
She attacked my arm and whined, “No.”
I couldn't stop, her scent was driving me crazy and I had to kiss her. I moved her chin to the side and kiseds every inch of her throat and ear, keeping a tight grip on her waist. I heard a very light moan escape from her.
“You smell so sweet. It's enchanting,” I whispered lazily to her. “You have haunted my dreams... so beautiful, like my own rare flower. Let me make love to you, Mariah.”
“No, Marcus. Please let me go before I do something I'll regret forever.” Her tone was anything but refusal.
“I can make you forget him.”
“What,” she gasped. “Who?”
“Wexler,” I snapped.
“No, no...”
I tuned her out. Fuck Wexler. “I hate that fucker for having you.”
I eased my hand down her top and caressed an erect nipple. I heard another moan as I rubbed my hard cock across her ass. She stopped resisting. I eased her to the wall, lifted her arms out of my way and flatten her hands to the wall. She moved forward and I followed, keeping my body tight against hers.
I pulled that ridiculous pin that was containing her beautiful hair and I groaned as it fell past her shoulders, down her back. I fisted it and pulled her head back.
“I love your hair. Don't ever cut it,” I demanded, meaning it with everything I was and am.
I kissed her up and down her throat and loosened the ties on her pants. I rubbed her hot sex, then eased my fingers into her and groaned because she was wet already!
“I love how wet you are, baby,” I whispered as I took my hand out and suck my fingers. “You taste as sweet as you smell.” I eased my fingers back into her. “I'd like some more... much more. I feel so greedy with you, baby.” I smiled as she groaned and there was another shudder.
I slowly stroked her, thumb her hard clit and she moved her hips with me. She lowered her head and moaned, very animal like, and that turned me on more. I pulled her head back up by her hair and she gasped. I bit at her jaw then licked her lips.
“Marcus, stop. Please stop,” she begged.
I felt her shudder and her clit hardened.
“Baby... feed me. Cum for me.”
Suddenly she pulled away and damn near ran from me. She was crying and made me feel lower than dirt. I took a step toward her and she stops me with
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