The next night the floor felt even quieter. Claire had checked the same empty hallway four times before 2:40 a.m. Her body still remembered the night before—the ache between her legs, the way her scrub pants had stayed damp for hours, the low voice telling her to walk the rest of the shift like that. She had done exactly as he ordered. Every time she sat at the station she felt the reminder of him. Marcus appeared without sound. One moment the hallway was empty, the next he was standing at the far end, white coat gone, dark scrubs only, eyes locked on her. He didn’t speak. He simply tilted his head toward the on-call room and turned away. Claire followed. The room was smaller than the supply closet, dominated by a narrow bed with a thin mattress and a metal rail. Marcus shut the door, locked it, and leaned back against it for a moment, just looking at her. The silence stretched. Then he crossed the space, took her wrist, and guided her hand between his legs. He was already hard,
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