ログインISLA’S POV ‘Sex is overrated. Get fucked and see it’s nothing but pain and shame.’ Wren, my childhood’s bestie's voice bangs in my head, coupled with the memories of Arlo and me beneath the sheets, sweaty, panting. We just had our first real sex, except it felt boring… “Bonnie?” My father’s voice breaks through my thoughts, jerking me back to reality, and how I’m stupidly in front of sex toys! Fuck! “Bonnie?” He calls out again, his voice soft with worry. I spin around but don't immediately see him. He’s lost behind long rows of machinery in the old county supermarket. Sure no one is watching, I grab a purple portable dildo, bury it underneath the packs of groceries in my basket, before dashing towards his voice. “Over here,” I gulp dryly and hurry in his direction as I make several attempts to hide the awkwardness on my face. I just slipped a dildo in my cart! I just slipped a fucking dildo in my cart! “Bonnie,” his sweet smile rocks his lips and he stretches a hand to c
NINA "Lie back." I lay back. The pillow was cold against my neck. He grabbed my scrub pants. Yanked them down my legs. My underwear went with them. I was bare from the waist down. The air was cold on my pussy. I was already wet. So wet I could feel it dripping onto the sheets. "Look at this," he said. "My little nurse is soaked. And I've barely touched her." He spread my legs. His hands pushed my knees apart. He looked at me. Right at my cunt. My clit was swollen. I could feel it throbbing. "Please touch me. Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to remind me who I belong to." He slapped my thigh so hard that the sting made me jerk. "You belong to me. You belong to your boss. You're nothing but a fuckhole for me to use." "Yes." "You'd do anything I asked." "Anything." "Even if I told you to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the ER?" "Yes." "Even if I told you to suck my cock while the charge nurse is watching?" "Yes." He slid one finger inside me. Just on
NINA The hotel room was small. The curtains were thin and gray, barely blocking the lights from the parking lot outside. Ethan closed the door behind us. The lock clicked. He didn't turn on the lamp. I stood in the middle of the room. My bag was still in my hand. My heart was still pounding from the bus. From his cock in my mouth. From the way he looked at me when he tucked himself back into his pants like nothing had happened. "Drop the bag." I dropped it. He walked toward me. Slow. His shoes were quiet on the carpet. He stopped when his chest touched mine. I could feel his breath on my forehead. "You know this is wrong," he said. "I know." "I'm your boss. I could lose my license for this." I looked up at him, heart racing in my chest, was this it? Would he blame me for it all? Toss me out now?. "Then why are you here?" His hand came up. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. He pulled me close. His lips brushed my ear. "Because I don't give a fuck about my license
NINA The bus was dark. Most of the lights were off. The only glow came from the emergency exit signs and a few phone screens from people who couldn't sleep. We were six hours into a nine-hour drive to the medical seminar. Everyone around me was passed out. Heads back, mouths open, and Snoring. Everyone except Dr. Ethan Cross. He was sitting next to me in the back row. His thigh pressed against mine. His hand rested on the seat between us, palm up, fingers grazing my hip. He hadn't said a word in thirty minutes. Neither had I. But I could feel him. The heat of him. The weight of his arm. The way his thumb moved in slow circles against the fabric of my pants. I should have been tired. I wasn't. I was wired. Every bump in the road made our bodies press closer. Every curve made his shoulder brush mine. I could smell his cologne. Something woodsy. Something that made my mouth water. "Nina." His voice was low. Barely a whisper. I turned my head. His face was inches from mine. In the
NINA The patient was stable. The hallway was empty. And Dr. Ethan Cross had me pressed against the wall of the on-call room before I could say a word. His hand was on my hip, His other hand was on the door, pushing it shut behind us. The door was locked and then suddenly. The room was small there was just a bed and then A sink, the only source of air was a window that faced the brick wall of the next building. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "What I've wanted to do for three months." He kissed meHis mouth was hot. His tongue slid against mine. His body pressing on me. My hands found his shoulders. His scrubs were thin. I could feel the muscle underneath. The heat of his skin. He pulled back to look at my face. His eyes were black. His breathing was heavy. "Tell me to stop," he said. "You're my boss." I slurred already feeling my parties damp with wetness, I wanted to be railed by him so bad, he looked so fucking handsome. "Someone could walk in." I continued speaking tryin
NINA I had been a nurse for six years. I had seen men die. I had held hands while hearts stopped beating. I had been puked on, screamed at, grabbed, and cried on. Nothing shocked me anymore. Then Dr. Ethan Cross walked into the break room. It was three in the morning. I was drinking cold coffee from a styrofoam cup, staring at the vending machine as if it owed me money. I hadn't slept in twenty hours. My hair was falling out of its ponytail. There was a stain on my scrubs that I was pretending wasn't there. He opened the door and the whole room changed. Not because he was handsome. He was. Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes the color of whiskey. But that wasn't it. It was the way he moved, like he owned every room he walked into. He didn't look at me at first. He walked to the coffee maker, poured himself a cup, and leaned against the counter. His white coat was unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up. I could see the veins in his forearms. "New?" he asked. His voice was low. Rough. L







