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Chapter
One
Julie Taylor tipped the vial upside
down and jammed the syringe into the rubber covering. Just
two more hours and she could go home and get off her aching
feet. When she had the desired dose, she removed the needle
and set the glass vial on the cart.
"Don't look now, but guess
who just pulled up in his squad car?" a gravelly, feminine
voice whispered into her ear.
The bottle slipped from her suddenly
nerveless fingers and would have crashed to the floor if she
hadn't slammed her hip against the cart, catching it between
the cart and her scrubs.
Whew! "Kim Erickson, don't
do that!"
Kim giggled and sashayed out of
reach. "Thought you'd want to know. But if you don't
care..." Her eyebrows rose questioningly. "I'll
tell him you're not interested." The flirty behavior
was a marked contrast to Kim's long bottle-black hair and
Goth makeup. Kim was a dichotomy of sweet and weird wrapped
up in a slightly plump package. Despite Kim's strange appearance,
Julie couldn't find a better friend.
"Don't you dare!" Syringe
in hand, Julie followed Kim out into the hallway.
"Hey! Watch it with that thing,"
Dorothy Lindeman, or Dottie, the battle-axe, head nurse of
the nightshift, dodged around her pointed needle. "Get
that medication into the patient in Room 1 before you stick
someone else with it." Battle-axe in spirit only, Dorothy
was anything but large and ugly. However, she could be mean
when you didn't do as she said.
Julie hurried toward Room One where
Mrs. Thompson struggled to breathe through a severe asthma
attack. All the while she ministered to her patient, her thoughts
were on the gorgeous cop who'd chosen to target her with his
flirting ways. Damn, she was lucky. Roger Decker was the sexiest
hunk this side of the Mississippi and he wanted her.
Julie sighed. If only they could
get their shifts synchronized so they could spend time together.
Mrs. Thompson was resting easily,
her breathing returning to normal.
Julie slipped out into the hallway
and turned toward the nurses station for her next assignment.
Before she could take two steps, her friend Kim snagged her
by the elbow and marched her toward the supply closet. "What?
Where are you taking me?"
"Shut up. You'll thank me later."
Kim opened the closet door and shoved her inside, closing
the door behind her.
The closet was dark and filled with the acrid scent of disinfectant
floor cleaners and old mops. Julie fumbled in the dark for
the doorknob. When she found it, she twisted the handle and
pulled. It didn't budge. "What's the deal?"
"I'm the deal." A low
sexy voice breathed against the back of her neck.
Her muscles bunched and then relaxed
when she realized who was behind her. With a sigh, she leaned
back against a solid chest, inhaling the scent of musky cologne
and male.
Roger. The man of her dreams. The
man destined to stay in her dreams. Other than the stolen
kisses in the emergency room hallway that managed to graduate
into some particularly heavy groping sessions in this supply
closet, she'd done little else but fantasize about this man.
How she'd love to do a lot more, maybe spend an entire night
together-naked.
His breath stirred the hairs that
had fallen loose from the neat ponytail she'd started the
night with. Arms circled around her middle, rising beneath
her breasts.
"Pervert," she whispered
and pressed her bottom against the hard ridge behind his uniform
trousers. While his hands slipped beneath her scrub shirt
and lacy bra, she reached behind her to cup his ass. God,
how she wanted him. "You're going to get me fired."
"Then we'll have time to do
more of this." His tongue curled around her earlobe and
he sucked it into his mouth, nibbling gently with his teeth.
"Um, perhaps I could live on
sex alone?" She turned in his arms. "Who needs food
or a roof over my head, when I can have all this?"
"Now you're thinking."
"Yeah, but it's time to quit
thinking and start..." she pressed her lips to his, cutting
off further conversation. Her time was short. She'd better
make good use of it.
He pushed her bra up over her breasts
and tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
Pressing his cheek against her hair, he inhaled. "You
smell like heaven."
She laughed. "How can you smell anything over the disinfectant
and dirty mops?"
"I can, when I'm this close."
He nudged a knee between her legs, rubbing his thigh against
her cunt.
When his leg touched her there,
all the air whooshed out of her lungs and she clung to him.
A hand rose to cup her face in the
darkness, his lips descending to claim hers in a long scorching
kiss. While his tongue toyed and dueled with hers, blunt-tipped
fingers slid once more beneath her shirt.
She tugged the buttons open on his
uniform to comb her fingers through his chest hairs, except
a cotton t-shirt stood in the way. Julie plucked at it. "You
have too many clothes on." Short of pulling his shirt
and t-shirt from his waistband she had to content herself
with sliding her fingers between his uniform and the t-shirt.
When she found the hard little knots of his nipples beneath
the soft cotton, she tweaked.
The hard ridge of his cock rocked
against her belly. "Your clothes are much more accessible
to play." He pushed his hands beneath the elastic waistband
of her scrubs and burrowed into the silky bikini underwear
to the furry mound at the juncture of her thighs.
"I can't believe we're doing
this in a janitor's closet." Despite her words, her legs
spread to give him more maneuvering room.
"I'd rather have you in my
bed." With his index finger, he parted the thick folds
and stroked the cleft between.
Julie moaned, her back arching,
pressing her into his hand. "What if someone comes?"
she gasped.
"What if you come?" He
paused, his fingers cupping her sex lightly. "Do you
want me to stop?"
"Are you kidding?" She
grabbed his arm and pushed him deeper. "If you stop now,
I'll die."
He needed no further encouragement.
Like a mechanic, he dipped his finger in to test how slick
and lubricated she was. "God, you're wet." He dragged
creamy juices up to that sensitive nub and flicked it until
Julie leaned into him, gasping.
Raw need filled her, nerves jumping
with every stroke, until she was, spiraling up and over the
edge, her pelvis jerking her release. Then she pressed her
forehead to his chest. "Oh, God." With a long deep
breath, she blew out in a sharp stream against his neck. "Now,
your turn."
She was fumbling with his belt buckle
when the door handle jerked.
"What the hell?" A male
voice muttered on the other side.
Julie froze for a moment. Then her
fingers dropped from his zipper. "Shit. My boss will
fire me on the spot if she catches me in here with you."
"Don't sweat it, sounded more
like a man than a woman out there."
"Yeah, but he might go to her
for the key to the closet." She spun around in the dark,
straightening her clothes, tugging her bra down over her breasts.
Roger buckled his belt and was buttoning
his shirt when the door swung open.
"Kim!" Julie fell out
of the closet and hugged her friend.
Thank God it's you."
"Don't thank me now, the battle-axe
is on the warpath, and she's looking for you. Run the other
way while I get Mr. Hot-and-Bothered out the back."
"Thanks, Kim." She turned
back to Roger and sighed. "At the risk of sounding trite,
we have got to stop meeting this way."
"I know." He pressed a
kiss to her forehead. "Actually, that's why I came by."
Julie's gaze darted up and down
the hallway before returning to him. "Oh yeah?"
"I have tomorrow night off."
"You do?" She squealed
and clapped a hand over her mouth.
"So do I!"
"I know." A slow, sexy
grin slid across his face and he waggled his eyebrows.
"And?" Was he going to
ask her out on a real date? Julie sent a silent prayer heavenward.
Please, please, please...
He shrugged and started to turn away, a wicked gleam in his
eyes. "I just thought I'd let you know."
Julie punched his arm. "What
do I have to do? Beg?"
"For what?"
"You're impossible."
"Yeah, I am, aren't I?"
He grinned.
Kim glanced around. "You two
better figure it out quick, here she comes."
"How about it?" He grabbed
her and pressed the hard ridge of his cock against her belly.
"Tomorrow? A real date? I have reservations at the Red
Lantern."
"Yes!" She flung her arms
around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth and let him
go just as quickly. "A real date, with food, and candles
and se---" Kim nudged her in the back hard enough she
stumbled into Roger.
"Nurse Lindeman," Kim
said behind her. "Julie was just questioning Mr. Decker
about the psych case he brought in."
Roger's lips twitched as if he forced back the smile threatening
to take over his face.
The heat in Julie's cheeks deepened
and she struggled with words. "Uh...yes...I was just
questioning Mr. Decker about the...uh--"
"Psych case in Room 2. But
now she's done, right, Julie? Mr. Marley is waiting in Room
2. Mustn't keep him waiting, must we. No ma'am." Kim
hustled Julie past the head nurse and continued toward the
room with the psych case.
Nurse Lindeman let them go, but
as Julie passed her, she noted how her eyes narrowed and she
nailed Roger with a piercing glare. "Aren't you the same
cop that's been hanging around lately?"
"Come on." Kim tugged
Julie down the hallway.
"But she'll chew him up and
spit him out." Julie didn't feel right leaving Roger
to handle Nurse Lindeman by himself.
"He's a big boy, he can manage
all by himself. Besides, you have to fill me in on all the
juicy details.
Julie's cheeks warmed as she recalled
just how juicy the details had been. "No way."
"Hey, how am I supposed to
live vicariously through you if you don't share?" Kim
shoved her through the doorway.
"Get your own life!" With
a last glance at Roger, Julie caught him winking at her over
Nurse Lindeman's head. Tomorrow night was going to be great.
She was finally going to have a real date, with real sex,
and the best part was that she'd be with Roger.
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