The next shift was pure torture.

We were both on the same long day rotation. Every time Knox walked past me in the corridor my body reacted, thighs pressing together, pulse kicking hard between my legs, the memory of his cock down my throat and his tongue buried in my cunt so vivid I could barely concentrate. He didn’t help. More than once I caught him watching me over a patient’s chart, eyes dark and knowing, the corner of his mouth curling like he was remembering exactly how I had looked on my knees for him.

By late afternoon the tension was unbearable.

A quiet stretch hit between cases. Most...