CHAPTER 5

“They could be connected,” I whispered. I leaned closer to the screen and wiped the wetness from my lips with the back of my hand. I pulled the chair out and started to lower myself onto it when Brad’s voice cut through the silence.

“Please don’t do this to me.”

I pretended I did not hear him. My eyes stayed locked on the monitor. I dropped into the seat and leaned forward, zooming in on the photo. I traced the tattoo on Miss Lin’s wrist with my finger, trying hard to remember which of my mother’s old files had the exact same mark. It looked so familiar. I was sure I was not imagining it.

Before I could figure it out, the screen suddenly went black and then shut off completely.

“No, no, no!” I sprang up and started pressing every button at once, my heart racing.

That was when I heard Brad’s voice again, low and serious. “You can’t dismiss me like that, Skye.”

I turned slowly. Brad stood there holding the power cable to the monitor. He had unplugged it on purpose.

“Are you crazy? What do you think you’re doing?” I stormed toward him, ready to snatch the cable and plug it back in.

The moment I got close, he dropped the cable and grabbed me. My chest pressed hard against his. Brad was tall, with a broad chest and strong arms that felt like steel. His blond hair fell slightly over his forehead, making his cute face look even more dangerous in the dim office light.

“Brad, let me go,” I said, struggling to free myself.

His strong arms refused to budge. He looked down at me and smiled, slow and confident. In one swift move, he pulled us both to the wall. My back hit the hard surface before I could react.

He stared into my eyes for a brief second, then pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was hungry and demanding. I tried to muffle a protest against his mouth, but he did not stop. Instead, the kiss grew more intense. His hand moved up and squeezed my left breast gently at first. A soft moan escaped me before I could hold it back. My breasts had always been my weakness.

The moment he heard that moan, Brad knew exactly what he was doing. He squeezed harder, folding the soft flesh and pulling at my nipple through my shirt. Pleasure shot straight between my legs. I could not help it anymore. I started kissing him back, frantic and desperate, like we were both burning up with the same fire.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. I wanted him to have full access to my breasts. I needed his hands on my bare skin.

But then a flash hit me hard—Zane ripping my dress open on the rooftop last night, the way he fucked me like he owned me, the way I had begged him for more even while crying.

“Zane!” my mind screamed.

My eyes flew open. Guilt crashed over me like cold water. I pushed Brad away with all my strength, grabbed my keys from the desk, and raced out of the building without looking back.

I jumped into my car, started the engine, and zoomed off. My hands shook on the steering wheel the entire way. I took the familiar route straight to Zane’s apartment.

I was only two streets away when I remembered what Zara had said. There was some kind of emergency at the hospital. I needed to be sure he was already home or still at work.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Zane’s number. It rang several times, then went straight to voicemail. I tried again immediately. The same thing happened. It rang and rang before his calm voice message came on.

I dropped the phone on the seat with a heavy sigh. I knew Zane’s old habit too well. When he was at the hospital, he hardly answered his phone.

Without wasting another second, I made a quick turn and headed toward Orlando General Hospital, where Zane worked as a Cardiothoracic Surgeon. The route was blocked by heavy traffic. Those minutes stuck in the jam felt like the longest of my life.

I sat there burning with need. My pussy was soaked and throbbing badly. Every small movement made my thighs rub together and sent fresh waves of heat through me. My nipples were rock hard and sensitive, pressing painfully against my bra. I was so fucking horny I could barely think straight. All I could picture was Zane’s thick cock stretching me open, pounding me deep and rough until I screamed. I needed him right now. If I did not get to him soon, I was going to lose control completely.

The ache became unbearable. I could not hold back anymore. My hand moved up and squeezed my left breast hard through my shirt, pinching and pulling at my nipple. A soft moan escaped my lips. It felt good, but it was nowhere near enough. I quickly unbuttoned the top of my shirt, exposing my lace bra. My heavy tits were swollen with desire. I was about to pull them completely out when the traffic finally started to move.

About twenty minutes later, I raced into the parking lot of Orlando General Hospital. The huge building stood tall with bright lights and a wide glass entrance. Doctors and nurses hurried in and out, and the sharp smell of antiseptic filled the air the moment I stepped inside.

I hurried past the reception desk. Dalia, the friendly middle-aged nurse who knew me well, looked up and smiled.

“Skye! Good to see you. Zane is still in the emergency ward. It’s been a busy night.”

I tried my best to keep my voice steady even though my body was screaming for release. “Thanks, Dalia. I’ll just wait for him in his office.”

Before she could say anything more, I turned and practically ran down the hallway. My heart pounded hard. My pussy throbbed with every step. I could feel my juices soaking through my panties and running down my inner thighs.

The moment I stepped inside Zane’s office and locked the door behind me, I started stripping. I yanked my shirt open and let it fall to the floor. My bra came off next. My heavy tits spilled free, nipples tight and begging to be sucked. I pushed my skirt and soaked panties down in one motion, leaving myself completely naked in the middle of the room.

I was breathing fast, my skin hot all over. I needed Zane so badly it hurt. I sat on the edge of his desk, spread my legs wide, and slid two fingers straight between my thighs. My pussy was dripping wet. The moment I touched my swollen clit, a loud, broken moan tore out of me…