The next night, Lila could barely focus on her duties. She dispensed medication and checked IV drips on autopilot, her mind consumed by thoughts of what had happened in room 402. She could still feel Damon's tongue on her p***y, still feel the intense pleasure of her orgasm. By the time her break rolled around at three in the morning, her panties were already soaked through.
She walked down the hallway to room 402 and knocked softly. Damon's deep voice called out for her to enter. She slipped inside and locked the door behind her immediately. She did not even wait for him to ask this time.
Damon was sitting up in bed, looking even more handsome than she remembered. He had taken off his hospital gown and was bare from the waist up. His chest was broad and covered in dark hair that trailed
