Emily's heart skipped a beat, heat rushing to her cheeks. Cheeky bastard, she thought, fighting a grin. She stuck her tongue out at him, relishing the way his eyes tracked the movement. Two can play at that game, she mused, deliberately taking a slow sip of wine. The rich Cabernet slid down her throat as she held Lucas' gaze, letting the tension build.Fuck, she wanted him. The memory of their last encounter flashed through her mind - his strong hands on her body, the scrape of his stubble against her inner thighs. Emily shifted in her seat, acutely aware of her lack of underwear.With a coy smile, she speared the last bite of salmon on her fork. "Patience is a virtue, Mr. Hart," she teased, savouring the morsel.Lucas' low chuckle sent shivers down her spine. "Good things come to those who wait, Miss Carter." His voice was a sensual promise that made her toes curl.Emily set down her fork with a soft clink. "I'm counting on it," she murmured, pulse quickening as Lucas' heated gaze r
"How are you so fucking good at that?" Emily panted, green eyes narrowed in a mix of frustration and awe as she struggled to compose herself.Lucas smirked, his grip on her hips tightening gently, "Watch your language, naughty girl. And it's because I've got nothing but time and patience." He teased, mockingly mimicking an intellectual tone.He circled a finger lazily around her still-throbbing clit as he spoke. He flashed a roguish grin, sending shivers down her spine.Emily rolled her eyes, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch. He knew her weaknesses too well. "Well, aren't you full of yourself, Mr. Sex God," she quipped, unable to keep the edge of admiration from her voice.Emily's arms snaked around Lucas' neck, pulling him down with an urgent need. Their lips crashed together as she tasted herself on his tongue, a primal moan escaping her throat. "Fuck," she breathed against his mouth. "You're incredible."Lucas growled, his hands gripping her hips possessively. "La
Lucas chuckled, setting the tray down on the nearby coffee table. "Chocolate and cherry," he confirmed, pouring them each a glass of deep red wine. "Thought we could use a little refueling."Emily made grabby hands at the dessert. "Gimme," she demanded, grinning. "I've definitely worked up an appetite.""So impatient," Lucas teased, but he obliged, handing her a plate and fork. "Careful, or I might have to teach you some manners."Emily smirked, taking a bite of the rich, creamy cheesecake. "Mmm," she moaned exaggeratedly. "Maybe I want you to teach me a lesson, Daddy. After cheesecake, though.”Lucas' eyes darkened, but he just shook his head, a smile playing at his lips. "Brat," he said fondly, taking a sip of his wine.As they finished their dessert, Emily felt a chill run through her. She glanced down at her disheveled clothing, suddenly feeling exposed."Mind if I borrow something comfy to wear?" she asked, setting her empty plate aside.Lucas nodded towards a pile of discarded c
Without warning, Lucas slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. Emily cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through her. "Fuck!" she gasped, struggling to adjust to his size.Lucas set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by Emily's moans and Lucas' grunts.Emily’s mind was hazy with lust. She bit her lip, fighting against the growing pressure in her core. ‘Don't come, don't come, don't come…’"You feel so fucking good," Lucas groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. "Such a tight little pussy."Emily whimpered, torn between embarrassment and arousal at his filthy words. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts."Please, daddy," she begged, not entirely sure what she was asking for.Lucas chuckled darkly. "Not yet, baby girl. You haven't earned it." Lucas shifted his angle, hitting a spot deep inside that made Emily see stars. She cried out, he
Taking a deep breath, Emily stepped out of the en-suite. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, reveling in Lucas' reaction. His eyes darkened with unmistakable lust as they raked over her body."Fuck me," Lucas growled, his voice rough with desire. "I knew that would look perfect on you."Emily's skin tingled under his intense gaze. She sauntered towards him, each step deliberate and teasing. "You've got good taste, Daddy," she purred, enjoying the way his breath hitched. As she reached the bed, Lucas' hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. "And you, baby girl," he murmured against her ear, "are the most delicious thing I've ever seen." Lucas tugged Emily onto the bed, positioning her so she straddled his lap. His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her core flush against his stomach. Emily gasped at the contact, heat blooming between her legs."Fuck," she breathed, rolling her hips instinctively.Lucas' fingers danced along the edges of the lac
The sound of Emily's alarm pierced through the peaceful morning silence, jolting her awake. She groaned, burying her face deeper into Lucas' chest."Fuck," she muttered, her voice still thick with sleep. "Fucking hell. Goddamn alarm. Shit."Lucas stirred beside her, his arm tightening around her waist. "Everything okay, baby girl?"Emily lifted her head, glaring at her phone on the nightstand. "No, everything is not fucking okay. I have to go to work, deal with Sophia pulling knowing faces, and I'd rather stay here and fuck you senseless all day."She flopped back onto the pillow, throwing an arm over her eyes dramatically. "Why can't I just win the lottery and never get out of bed again?"Lucas chuckled, propping himself up on an elbow to look at her. "You love what you do, baby girl. And you’d get bored without office politics."Emily peeked at him from under her arm, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Don't make me laugh. I'm trying to wallow in self-pity here.""Sorry, my mis
As she spoke, Emily realized she meant it. Despite her reservations, there was something about Lucas that made her want to take a chance.Sophia nodded, her expression turning serious. "It's understandable if everything with Ryan has made you nervous," she said softly. "But Em, you shouldn't let that hold you back from being happy. If Lucas makes you happy, you should embrace that, whether it's short term or long term."Emily rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "When did you start making sense all the time?" she asked, trying to mask her vulnerability with sarcasm."Oh, please," Sophia scoffed, flipping her auburn curls dramatically. "I've always been the voice of reason in this friendship. You're just finally listening."Emily snorted, picking at her lunch. Her mind wandered to Lucas, to the way his hands felt on her skin, the sound of his laugh. She couldn't deny the spark between them, but the fear of getting hurt again lingered like a shadow."I hear y
Three hours later, Emily stretched her arms over her head, feeling the satisfying pop of her spine. The office was quiet, most employees having left for the day. She glanced at the clock - 5:30pm. Not bad, considering the chaos of the day."Finally," Sophia groaned from the doorway, slumping dramatically against the frame. "I thought those flyers would never arrive. My eyes are crossing from all the proofing."Emily smirked, gathering her things. "Drama queen. At least we got it done. Are you ready for tomorrow's flyer blitz?""As I'll ever be," Sophia replied, following Emily out. "Though I still say we should've hired some interns for this grunt work.""And miss out on all the fun?" Emily teased, locking her office door. "Besides, nothing says ‘fun day out’ like paper cuts and sore feet."They made their way to the elevator, Emily's mind already drifting to the evening ahead. Lucas would be at her place soon, if he wasn't there already. The thought sent a pleasant thrill through her
The ER doors hissed open as Freya stumbled out, her scrubs spattered with an array of bodily fluids she'd rather not contemplate. She leaned against the cool brick wall, fishing her phone from her pocket."Fucking hell," she muttered, seeing the time. 9:12 PM. Her shift had stretched well past its scheduled end, as usual.Her fingers flew across the screen, composing a text to Dan:Freya: Just escaped. Unbelievably long day. Lost count of the idiots. Then another bloody car accident. Ready to pass out.She hit send, then closed her eyes, inhaling the crisp night air. It was a stark contrast to the antiseptic tang of the ER.Her phone buzzed.Dan:
Steam billowed around them as hot water cascaded over their entwined bodies. Freya's back pressed against the cool tile, a stark contrast to Dan's heated skin. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he thrust into her."Fuck," Freya gasped, her fingers tangling in his wet hair. Every movement sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her.Dan's lips trailed along her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point. "You feel amazing," he murmured against her skin.Freya's legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. She lost herself in the rhythm, the slick slide of their bodies, the building pressure low in her belly."Dan, I'm close," she whimpered, nails raking down his back.He groaned, hips snapping faster. "Come
Freya led Dan to her bedroom, her heart pounding. She grabbed an oversized t-shirt from her dresser, acutely aware of Dan's eyes on her."I'll just..." she gestured vaguely towards the bathroom.Dan nodded, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Take your time, Doc."In the bathroom, Freya quickly shed her shorts and hoodie, pulling the t-shirt over her head. She stared at her reflection, taking a deep breath. "Get it together, Anderson," she muttered.When she emerged, Dan was already in bed, his clothes neatly folded on a chair. The sight of his bare chest made her breath catch."You gonna stand there all night?" Dan teased, lifting the covers invitingly.Freya rolled her eyes, try
"You know," she murmured, snuggling closer, "maybe I won't fall asleep after all, it’s nice having someone to watch this stuff with.”Dan's fingers traced lazy circles on her shoulder as the familiar scenes unfolded. When Gandalf arrived in the Shire, Freya couldn't help herself."A wizard is never late," she intoned softly, "nor is he early.""He arrives precisely when he means to," Dan finished, his chest rumbling with quiet laughter.Freya tilted her head to look up at him, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?""Damn straight," Dan replied, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I didn't memorize all this shit for nothing."As the mo
Freya shovelled a forkful of noodles into her mouth, savouring the burst of flavours. "Mmm, this is exactly what I needed," she mumbled around her food, not caring about table manners. She swallowed and gestured at the TV with her fork. "What are we watching anyway?"Dan flicked through channels, settling on some mindless reality show. "How's this for brain-numbing entertainment?""Perfect," Freya chuckled, leaning back into the couch cushions. She felt the tension in her shoulders start to loosen. "You know, when I pictured our date tonight, I didn't exactly imagine this.""Oh?" Dan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what did you imagine, Doctor Anderson?"Freya rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her grin. "I don't know, maybe something a bit more... p
Freya pocketed her phone with a mix of relief and frustration. Dan would have to wait. She hurried to bay three, where an elderly man was complaining of chest pains. As she assessed him, her mind kept drifting back to Dan's text.'Focus, Freya,' she chided herself. 'Lives to save, remember?'But even as she ordered an ECG, a part of her was composing replies in her head. By the time she finished with the patient, she'd settled on a response. She pulled out her phone.Freya: I think you're fishing for compliments, Sergeant Foster. But don't worry, your ego is safe with me.She hit send, then immediately second-guessed herself. Too coy? Not flirty enough? Before she could overthink it further, another trauma came in. Freya pocketed her phone and rushed to
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made Freya's eyes ache as she slumped onto a chair in the staff break room. She'd been on her feet for five hours straight, dealing with everything from a kid who'd shoved a Lego up his nose to a drunk who'd managed to dislocate his own shoulder while attempting to recreate a TikTok dance.Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Freya fished it out, expecting another text from Emily demanding more gossip. Instead, her heart did a little flip when she saw Dan's name on the screen.Dan: Enjoyed our lunch, Doctor Anderson. Counting down the days until Wednesday. Hope you're not stitching up too many idiots tonight.A grin spread across Freya's face as she typed her reply.Freya: The night is you
Freya hated that he was right. She was already looking forward to Wednesday, and it was only Sunday. Get a grip, Anderson, she chided herself. Out loud, she said, "We'll see about that, Sergeant Foster. I've still got time to come to my senses."Dan's smirk widened, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, Doc. We both know you're dying to see what I look like when I'm not bleeding all over your A&E."Freya rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe I just want to make sure you can go a whole evening without needing medical attention," she shot back.She took a sip of her drink, using the moment to gather her thoughts. Part of her wanted to play it cool, to not let Dan see how much she was looking forward to their date. But another part, a louder part, was tired of the games.
Freya's apartment looked like a fashion bomb had detonated. Clothes were strewn across every surface, a chaotic testament to her indecision. She stood in front of her mirror, critically eyeing the yellow knee-length dress she'd finally settled on."Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her short auburn hair. "When did I turn into such a goddamn teenager?"Her phone buzzed, Emily's name flashing on the screen.Freya: Can't talk. About to leave for lunch with Dan.Emily: Get it, girl! 🔥Freya: Christ, Em. It's just lunch.Emily: At the Rusty Anchor. "Just lunch" my ass.