Chapter 2: My Intern Finger-f****d Me On My Own Desk
I grab Riley’s wrist, intending to shove her away, to reassert control, to remind her exactly who the f**k 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 c**t 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, pressing harder against my swollen c**t. “But you won’t. Because deep down, Dr. Hart, you’re dying for someone to finally take control of you. All that ice
