Changing my angle, I hit the spot inside of her that I know will push her over the edge. I pump into her, grinding against her clit with my pelvic bone. And when she tightens around me, I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her cries as she comes apart around me.
That’s all it takes for my own orgasm to hit, and I bury my face in her neck as I come, her name on my lips like a wish. Like a prayer.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I freeze for a moment, and when I pull back, I find her eyes wide and her lips parted. But there’s no fear with it. No worry. Just surprise, and it makes me brave. “I do. I love you.”
Before she can say anything, my fucking phone goes off, and with it, the world comes crashing back down on us. I pull out of her and set her down, grabbing a wad of tissues from abox on the desk and handing them to her as I yank up my pants and go for my phone.
“Shit. It’s the ER.”
Skylar hastily adjusts and puts her clothes back on. “Go. We’ll talk later.”
I cup her face and look at her. With her tousled-by-my-hands hair and swollen pink lips, she looks like she just got fucked, and that would fill me with pride if we weren’t in the middle of our shifts in the middle of a hospital.
“I meant it,” I tell her.
She nods, a smile playing with the corner of her lips. “I know. Go before you get in more trouble.”
I slam a kiss to her lips and fly out the door, racing down to the emergency department while I shove my scrub shirt into my pants and drag my fingers through my hair, ignoring the curiosity of the other people on the elevator with me.
When I get to the ER and race down to the trauma room, I’m shocked to find my boss, Pierce Weinberg, already here. He rarely, if ever, comes down for traumas. I throw him a curious nod but dive in on the patient along with the ER staff.
The car accident was bad, but the child was properly buckled into his seat. Thankfully, I don’t think he’ll be surgical, but we decide to hold him for twenty-four hours for observation in a unit bed.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that my boss watches me the entire time, and when I finish with the trauma and wash my hands, he’s by my side. “Got a minute?”
It’s not actually a question, and unease sits heavy in my chest. “Sure,” I tell him as I wipe my hands with paper towels and follow him out of the trauma room and into an empty patient room across the hall.
“You can have no illusions about why I wanted to watch you in that trauma or why I wanted to speak with you now,” hestarts. “I’ve received some concerned complaints about your work lately.”
I lean against the counter, my hands on my hips. “Let me guess, they’re all from Josh Wesley.”
He neither confirms nor denies. “There’ve been reports of equipment issues only during your surgeries and at least three medication order errors.”
“I never made those errors,” I tell him bluntly. “And the equipment only failing for me and no one else should trigger other alarm bells for you than simply my performance.”
His dark eyebrows narrow, and he adjusts the sleeve on his expensive button-down shirt. “What are you implying?”
“That someone deliberately tampered with my surgical equipment and changed medication orders under my name.”
“That’s a serious accusation,” Weinberg says, dropping into one of the chairs and crossing his legs at the knee. “One that requires evidence.”
“I’m aware of that. It’s why I didn’t bring it to your attention yet.” I take a deep breath, keeping my voice steady. “I’d like the system logs checked for the medication changes. Never in my professional career have I put in wrong orders like that. Not ever. I’m meticulous with my work, and that goes into the OR as well.”
“I checked the logs. It’s your credentials that logged in.”
My jaw hits the floor. “How is that possible? Someone must have my credentials. What sense would it make for me to place an order and then go in and change it? It had to be Dr. Wesley. He’s been after me from the moment I arrived. As you know, I’m married to Skylar Davenport. She’s Josh Wesley’s ex, and he hasn’t been shy about his dislike of me and his desire to win her back.”
“He suggested personal issues in your life might be affecting your judgment.”
At least he admitted it was Josh who came to him.
“There is nothing wrong with my home life.”
“When I hired you, you were candid with me that your daughter was struggling emotionally after the loss of her mother and that, as a result, your priority was going to be her. Has that changed?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “It hasn’t. But she’s doing better and being with Skylar has helped her with that. Regardless, Zoey is not why there were malfunctions with equipment, and she’s not why someone changed my med orders. I’m being set up by a subordinate with a personal vendetta. Check the system logs. Review the staff schedule for Dr. Wesley working on the same day I had malfunctions and changed orders.”
After a long moment, he releases a sigh. A sigh that says he’s not at all interested in doing any of this. “We’ll investigate your claims,” he finally agrees. “In the meantime, I think it’s best if you take a few days off to regather yourself.”
