Chapter 2: My Intern Finger-Fucked Me On My Own Desk

I grab Riley’s wrist, intending to shove her away, to reassert control, to remind her exactly who the fuck I am in this hospital.

But I don’t.

My fingers stay wrapped around her wrist, trembling, as her middle and ring fingers continue rubbing slow, firm circles over my clit through my soaked panties. The pressure is perfect. Insistent. Humiliatingly effective.

“Riley…” My voice comes out weaker than I want. “This is crossing every line. I could have you fired for this. Ruined.”

She leans in closer, lips brushing my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “You could,” she whispers,...