Two weeks had gone by since Mom was taken into the hospital. Because they hadn’t let me sleep in Mom’s room, I slept in the waiting room every night, even when the nurses said that visiting hours were over. Mom had been through a dozen surgeries and survived each one. But I wanted to be here in case anything happened.
I told Sal what had happened, and he gave me the entire month off, but he expected me back soon. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep my job open for me forever.
In the hallway, I stared through the glass window into Mom’s room, watching her open her eyes and look up at the doctor. She only moved a couple inches to readjust her head, but it was something. And I was happy about it.
“Everything with Orangegate Assisted Living is dealt with,” Mason said, standing next to me in the hallway.
Mason had stopped making payments to Orangegate Assisted Living after I told him Mom wasn’t going back there—ever.
He squeezed my shoulder and leaned into me. “I gotta go. Are you sure you don’t want to come home tonight?”
After nodding my head, I watched him disappear down the hallway and head toward the waiting room. He didn’t have to say anything for me to be able to tell that this was taking a toll on him. He had dealt with my family shit once already, and now, he had to deal with it a second time.
“How is she?” Michael asked, walking up behind me.
Still in his suit for work, he stood beside me with his briefcase hanging off his shoulder and takeout in his hand. I glanced up at him.
This hospital was taking a toll on me too.
With his lips pulled into a smile, he lifted the takeout bag. “Italian grinders. Mayo, oil, lettuce, and tomato.” He handed me the bag. “And I didn’t forget to ask for a side of chips this time.”
My heart grew warm, and I glanced from him to Mom. She lifted her hand a few inches off the bed and curled her fingers at Michael to say hello. He waved back at her and smiled. She lay back down and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
“Are you staying?” I asked, hoping that he didn’t have to leave early like he had last night because this stress was getting to me … and I needed something to help me relax. And by something, I meant him. I glanced down at his lips, watching his tongue glide over his teeth and feeling the heat gather inside of me.
“Yes.” He stared down at me with those playful eyes, took the bag from me, grabbed my hand, and placed the bag in the corner of the waiting room that I had completely taken over. “This can wait.”
I sucked in a deep breath, every part of my body starting to warm. Michael glanced down the hallway, pulled me toward a door, and slipped me into the supply closet. He closed the door behind us, pinned me against it, and kissed me.
Two long fucking weeks without this.
My fingers plunged into his hair, and I tugged on it to pull him closer. He ground his stiffness against my stomach, making me tighten, and left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses down the column of my neck, nibbling on the skin.
I moaned and pushed my hand against the front of his pants, stroking his cock through them. “Please, give it to me, Michael. God, I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.”
He slid his hands under my shirt, unclipped my bra, and groped my breasts. I moaned, my nipples taut against his palms.
“Mia …” he said, groaning against my ear as he pushed his bulge harder against my hand. “Everything about you …”
While I wanted to hear what he had to say about me, I couldn’t wait one more moment. I hungrily pressed my lips to his, and then I turned around, pulled down my leggings, posted my hands against the door, and stared back at him. “Make it rough.”
His gaze traveled from my eyes, all the way down my back, to my ass. He undid his belt and zipper, and then he pulled out his cock and harshly pushed me against the door. After gently pushing the side of my face flat against it, he rubbed his cock against my ass.
“Spread your legs.” He smacked the insides of my thighs with his palm.
I spread my legs apart and waited for him to thrust into me. The head of his cock rubbed against my wetness, and my pussy pulsed.
He continued to rub it against my pussy, not entering me, and then slapped it roughly against my clit, making me moan. A surge of pleasure rushed through my body. He slapped my pussy again and again with his cock. I squeezed my legs together, unable to contain the ecstasy coursing through me. I needed a release more than I needed anything right now.
“Please, Michael.”
Michael shoved his cock against my folds, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled me against him. “I said, spread your fucking legs, Mia. Don’t make me say it again.”
I spread my legs wider for him, my pussy pulsing, waiting for him to take me. “Please.”
“Please what?” he mumbled against my ear.
“Please, fuck me hard.”
