Emily's fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the steering wheel as she navigated the winding coastal road. The salty breeze whipped through her open window, carrying the faint scent of fried food and engine oil from the nearby pier. "Jesus, my head is pounding," Sophia groaned from the passenger seat. "Remind me never to mix tequila and attempted pancakes again."Emily snorted. "At least we didn't burn down your kitchen. Small victories."She pulled into a parking spot near a row of gleaming motorcycles, their chrome accents catching the late morning sunlight. As they stepped out of the car, Emily's gaze lingered on the bikes. For a fleeting moment, she pictured herself on the back of one, arms wrapped around a broad-shouldered rider in a leather jacket. She shook her head, banishing the image."Earth to Em," Sophia called, already halfway to the cafe entrance. "You coming or what?"Emily jogged to catch up, her boots crunching on the gravel. "Yeah, yeah. Just... admiring the view."
Emily gripped the steering wheel, the salty breeze whipping through her hair as they cruised along the coastal road. Sophia's excited chatter filled the car."Ooh, you should totally get one of those lacy teddies! Or maybe a sheer babydoll with matching panties?" Sophia gushed, gesturing animatedly.Emily rolled her eyes. "Easy there, tiger. Let's find a dress first before we go through the Victoria's Secret catalogue.""Spoilsport," Sophia pouted. "Where's your sense of adventure?""Probably back at The Iron Horse, drowning in tequila," Emily muttered. Her head was still fuzzy from their earlier escapades, images of Lucas flashing unbidden through her mind. His smoldering gaze, those strong hands...Emily shook her head, refocusing on the road. Now was not the time to get distracted by thoughts of mysterious older men, no matter how devastatingly sexy."Earth to Emily!" Sophia waved a hand in front of her face. "Are you still with me? Or are you mentally undressing a certain daddy?"
As they entered Victoria's Secret, Emily was hit with a wave of floral perfume. Racks of lacy bras and skimpy panties surrounded them in a sea of pastels and jewel tones."So what are we thinking?" Sophia mused, fingering a sheer babydoll nightie. "Sweet and innocent or straight-up dominatrix?"Emily snorted. "How about something in between? I want to feel sexy but still like myself."She ran her hand over a silky emerald green bra, admiring the delicate lace trim. Maybe this could work...“Well, this is certainly not something I'd wear to the office."Sophia grinned, holding up a matching thong. "That's kinda the point, babe. You're not dressing for a board meeting."Emily snatched the delicate underwear, examining the intricate lace detailing. It was beautiful, she had to admit. And the emerald hue would complement her eyes. "Go on, try it on," Sophia urged, practically shoving Emily towards the dressing room.Behind the curtain, Emily slipped into the bra and thong, marveling at h
Emily sank into the warm, lavender-scented bathwater, letting out a contented sigh as the heat seeped into her muscles. She reached for her phone, careful not to let it slip into the tub.Emily: Just got in the bath. Still can't believe I'm doing this.Sophia: Girl, you deserve some fun! How are you feeling?Emily: Nervous as hell. Excited too. What if I fuck it up?Her stomach fluttered with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Emily closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts.Sophia: You won't! He's clearly into you. Just be yourself.Emily: Easy for you to say. You're not the one probably about to get spanked by a hot stranger.She felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the bathwater. Memories of Lucas' hands on her body flashed through her mind.Sophia: OMG yes! Get it, girl! 🍑👋Emily: Christ, Soph. What am I doing?Sophia: Having fun! Live a little!Emily chewed her lip, conflicted. Part of her wanted to cancel, to retreat to the safety of her comfort zone. But
"So tell me," Lucas said, leaning back in his chair. "What made you decide to come out tonight? After our... encounter... I half expected you to ghost me."Emily considered her answer carefully. "I'm not one for games," she said finally. "What happened between us was... intense. But I wanted to see if there was anything else there."Lucas' eyes darkened with desire. "Oh, there's definitely more, baby girl. So much more."Emily's lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she leaned forward, the candlelight catching the sparkle in her eyes. "I hope you realise that saving your number as 'Daddy' in my phone led to quite an interesting conversation the next morning."Lucas cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? How's that, baby girl?"She took a sip of wine, savouring the rich flavour as she gathered her thoughts. Fuck it, might as well dive right in. "Well, when I saw Sophia the next day, she asked if I was going to text you. At that point, I had no clue what I'd even say."Emily's mind flashe
"Now," Lucas said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone that sent shivers down her spine. "First, how about we order dessert and another bottle of wine? Then, we've got two options here, baby girl." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "We can either bitch about your idiot ex or..." He paused, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "I can tell you exactly what I plan on doing to you tonight, if you choose to come home with me, that is."Emily's breath caught in her throat. She felt a familiar heat pooling low in her belly, her body responding instantly to his words. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice husky. "That's not even a choice, Daddy."Lucas grinned, a predatory gleam in his eye. He signalled the waiter, ordering a bottle of red and two slices of chocolate cake without taking his eyes off Emily.As the waiter retreated, Emily leaned forward, her heart racing. "So," she said, licking her lips. "Tell me, Daddy. What exactly do you have planned for your baby gi
Emily's heart raced as Lucas slammed the front door shut behind them. Before she could catch her breath, he pinned her against the wall, his muscular body pressing into hers. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss that made her head spin.Lucas' tongue probed insistently, demanding entry. Emily parted her lips with a soft moan, meeting his passion with her own as their tongues danced together. His hands roamed hungrily over her curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Fuck, I've been wanting to do this all night," Lucas growled against her mouth. Emily's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then don't stop," she panted.As Lucas' lips blazed a trail down her neck, Emily's mind raced. Was this moving too fast? But god, it felt so good. His touch ignited something primal within her.Lucas' hands slid down to grip her ass, lifting her slightly. Emily instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, gasping as she felt his hardness pressed against her core."Bedroom
He returned his attention to her breasts, one hand kneading as his mouth worked the other. Emily's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction."Patience," Lucas chided, his free hand pressing her hip back down to the mattress.Emily groaned in frustration. "Daddy, please," she begged, beyond caring how desperate she sounded. "I need more."He lifted his head again, eyes dark with desire. "What do you need, baby girl? Tell me."Emily bit her lip, torn between embarrassment and raw need. Fuck it, she thought. In for a penny, in for a pound."I need to come, please, daddy," she breathed.Lucas hummed deeply against Emily's flushed skin, the vibrations sending tingles through her body. His teeth grazed her nipple again, tongue swirling as she arched into his touch.Emily gasped, her hands straining against the tie binding her wrists. His free hand traced a teasing path down her trembling stomach. Emily's breath caught as his fingers dipped between her thighs. Without warning, he thrust
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.