I lasted exactly one day.

Twenty-four hours of walking around with the ghost of his cock stretching me. Every time I shifted, I felt the slow trickle of his come. I replayed every filthy thing he did to me against that door. By the time my shift ended, the ache between my legs turned sharp. I needed him again. I needed his roughness. I needed the way he looked at me like he wanted to ruin me.

Just like I promised yesterday, I went back.

The hospital was quieter than before. The day staff had left. I used my badge to slip into the surgical wing. I walked straight to...