Still Hot After A Night

Vanessa wanted to have a good rest before the final test. She sat in her little office, replaying the moment Sawyer walked in. It was as if her words was fate itself. It wasn't long she boasted to Justin about fucking his father.

And indeed, she fucked his father all night long.

Her cheeks burned from both embarrassment and gnawing lust inside her heart. The things Sawyer did to her last night doesn't seemed to look like the man she saw talking on the podium.

Vanessa felt a slippery feeling down her V-spot." Fuck! How can someone old enough to be my father make me want more? I can't believe I am dripping with just his thoughts."

To distract herself, Vanessa tried to force herself to sleep. If not, she might resort to fucking herself and that would not be good. She was still under scrutiny in the hospital due to the residency.

Still...

The thought of that vivid image of Sawyer last night crept back into her mind as she lay on the tiny cot in the corner of her office. The image of his rough hands gripping her hips, his thick cock sliding into her from behind as he bent her over the desk—it was seared into her brain.

Vanessa bit her lip hard enough to taste copper, but her body had other plans. Her thighs pressed together, squeezing against the wet heat building between her legs. A soft, frustrated moan escaped her lips.

She gave in.

Her hand slid down her scrubs, past her belly, fingers finding her slick folds. She was soaked—embarrassingly, desperately soaked. She circled her clit slowly, imagining it was the tip of his tongue instead.

"Fuck, Sawyer," she whispered into the dim office air.

She pushed two fingers inside herself, gasping at the intrusion. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. In her mind, it was his thick cock stretching her open, filling her completely. She pumped faster, harder, imagining him growling in her ear, calling her his dirty little slut.

Her hips bucked against her hand. Her breaths became ragged, shallow gasps as she chased that release.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whimpered, her legs trembling.

The orgasm crashed over her, sudden and intense, making her arch off the cot. She bit her fist to muffle the cry that wanted to tear from her throat.

Then came the exhaustion. Her muscles went limp, her hand slipping from between her legs. Her eyes fluttered, heavy and satisfied. Within minutes, her breathing evened out, and she drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Outside the half-open door, a shadow lingered. Sawyer stood just beyond the gap, his shoulder leaning against the hallway wall. He had heard everything. The whispers of his name, the wet sounds of her fingers working herself, the stifled moan of her climax.

A slow, dark smile spread across his face. He turned and walked away without a sound, already picturing how he'd remind her of this little show tomorrow.

**

The alarm made Vanessa jerked off from sleep. She had slept after fucking herself. She quickly made her way to the OR.

The OR lights were brutal at 12:03 AM.

Vanessa stood at the scrub sink, water running over her hands, eyes fixed on her reflection in the stainless steel. She looked tired. She felt older than twenty-six.

“Dr. Monroe.”

She didn’t startle. She had heard him come in.

Sawyer stood behind her, mask hanging around his neck, eyes sharp behind the surgical loupes pushed up on his forehead.

“OR Three is prepped,” he said. “Twenty-eight-year-old male. MVA. Internal bleeding. You’re first assist.”

Vanessa nodded, turning off the tap. “Understood.”

He didn’t leave.

“You slept?” he asked quietly.

Vanessa met his eyes in the mirror. “Five hours.”

“Good. You’ll need them.”

He walked out before she could answer.

The case was messy from the start.

The patient had rolled his SUV three times on the highway. Spleen rupture, liver laceration, collapsed lung. His blood pressure was tanking faster than the anesthesia team could stabilize him.

Sawyer moved like he had done this a thousand times. Calm. Precise. No wasted motion.

“Clamp,” he said.

Vanessa handed it over without looking. Her hands were steady.

“Suction.”

“Done.”

“Retractor.”

For the next three hours, the world narrowed to blood and bone and the rhythm of their voices.

Vanessa forgot about Justin. Forgot about Brooklyn. Forgot about the fact that she’d slept with the man currently cutting open a stranger’s abdomen.

She focused.

At hour four, the patient’s heart rate spiked. The monitor screamed.

“BP’s dropping,” the anesthesiologist was trying to cover his anxiety. “We’re losing him.”

“Clamp the splenic artery,” Sawyer was still calm.

“I’ve got it,” Vanessa reached out.

Her fingers found the vessel before Sawyer finished the sentence. She clamped. The bleeding slowed. Sawyer glanced at her. Nothing in his expression changed, but his eyes flicked once, assessing.

“Good."

They stabilized the patient. Closed him up. Handed him off to ICU at 12:47 PM.

Twelve hours on her feet. No break.

When the doors to the OR slid open, the cold air of the hallway hit Vanessa like a slap. She stripped off her gloves, her gown, feeling the ache in her shoulders settle in.

Sawyer peeled off his own gown and his eyes stayed on Vanessa. " Perfect."

Vanessa didn’t look at him." Thanks."

They walked in silence toward the scrub room.

The room was empty.

The door clicked shut behind them.

Vanessa kept her eyes on her hands as she stripped off her surgical cap. She could feel him behind her.

Close. Too close.

Sawyer moved a little closer, his breath caressing her neck as if he was basking in her scent,“Your hands didn’t shake once.”

Vanessa kept her emotions,“Adrenaline.”

Sawyer breathed even harder,“That’s not all it was.”

Vanessa turned. He was standing barely a foot away, mask off, hair damp with sweat. Up close, she could see the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. The way his jaw clenched when he was holding back.

Her voice was cranky, yet her eyes pierced deep,“Don’t."

Sawyer eyes flickered, turning darker,“ Don’t what?”

Her hands clenched even tighter, with lips wet by her constant bites. “Don’t act like this is normal.”

Sawyer stepped closer, his voice richer yet dangerously enthralling,“ It isn’t normal, Vanessa. None of this is.”

His scent hit her—cedar, smoke, blood, and something underneath that made her stomach flip. It was stronger here, in the enclosed space, with his skin still warm from surgery.

Vanessa’s pulse jumped. “You’re my attending. I’m your resident. This is a violation.”

“I know.”

He didn’t touch her. But he didn’t move away either. The air between them felt charged, like before a storm. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Vanessa swallowed, biting harder. “I’m not doing anything.”

Sawyer held her chin, his voice piercing through her already shaky heart, “You’re standing here after twelve hours. After saving that man’s life. And you’re still standing.”

Vanessa swallowed. “I have to get to rounds.”

“In five minutes,” He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her skin, light as a whisper.

Vanessa’s breath caught.“Dr. Campbell,”

He laughed, his eyes glued on her pale lips. “Sawyer.”

Her eyes flashed, desperately lingering to anywhere but Sawyer. “Not here.”

“Where, then?”

Before she could answer, the door opened and Vanessa's heart skipped loudly.