“Yes, please don’t stop.”
Matt grunts and then starts fucking me. Matt isfuckingmeatwork. And I’m getting absolutely, deliciously wrecked with every slam into this exam table. I hope my hips bruise so I have some tangible proof this happened.
Matt’s hand slides from my hip to my ponytail, which he grasps firmly before using it to gently angle my head to the side.
“Gonna come for me, Ellie?”
I nod and feel a tug on my hair from the movement. My vision starts to tunnel as my climax closes in, the pleasure literally taking over my sight. Matt’s grip on my other hip disappears and then I’m hit with a drugging pulse of sensation as he presses firmly on my clit. Waves of pleasure radiate through me as my release slams into me, forcing an involuntary moan to slip out.
It’s quickly cut off as Matt lets go of my hair and presses his hand over my mouth, muffling any more sounds. He groans quietly as he finishes, falling forward heavily and pushing me farther into the table.
Gently smothered by post-sex Matt might be my preferred method to die one day.
What’s the saying?My ideal weight is Matt Anderson on top of me.I smile and give his palm a quick nip. He removes it, using it to lift himself up.Andunveiling my embarrassingly heavy breathing. I need to work out more. Or just at all. I should ask Zoey what she suggests for being in shape enough for hot sex. She’d get a kick out of that. She’d also get a kick out of my having sex atwork.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I pant out.
“I can’t believe you got on your knees for me.” He groans as he starts to straighten up. “It’s going to live rent free in my head for the rest of my life.”
Success. I smile and look at my watch.Shit. I hurry to push off the table and pull my pants up. Ugh, I’m going to have to wear my wet underwear until I can change them. I undo my loose ponytail and retie it, surveying the room. We didn’t leave a mess, but this room is definitely not patient-ready anymore. I start to pull out random items here and there, leaving a small chaos in my wake.
“Ellie?”
“Hmm?” I finish dropping a few clean swabs on the counter and turn to look at him.
He’s fully dressed again and has his hands in his pockets, smiling at me indulgently. “What are you doing?”
I glance around the room at my new mess and feel satisfied with the result. “No one will accidentally use this room thinking it’s clean now,” I tell him.
Matt laughs and shakes his head. He mutters something, but I don’t catch it.
I step over to him and place my hand on his chest as I lean in for a kiss. “I have to get back to work, but can you wait here for a few minutes? I want to grab something for you,” I tell him.
Matt gives me a curious look as he nods. I bolt out of the room and do my best to speed walk to my locker. No need to cause a panic if people see me running. I hastily put in my code and unlock it, pulling it open to grab the envelope from inside my bag. I feel doubt creep in as the heavy item sits in my palm. But I remind myself of the trust I felt before and the reason I wanted to do this in the first place—cuddles and logistics. And more sex.
I rush back to the room and find Matt where I left him, patient as can be. He smiles big at me and the earlier doubt seeps out of my body, replaced with giddy excitement.
I hold out my hand, palm up, in front of him. “For you.”
Matt slowly grabs the envelope and gives me his narrowed gaze, probably due to the weight of it. He opens the flap and pours the metal key and keychain onto his other palm.
I look from him to the key. And back. He isn’t doing anything. Or saying anything. My heart rate picks up as I realize this may have been a bad idea. What if he thinks I’m being weird? Oh god, what if he thinks I’m asking him to move in to my tiny apartment?
“It’s so you can let yourself in after a game night. When I’m at work. If you want to sleep sooner,” I rush to explain. “You said your house was like almost a half hour away, right? So I thought, you know, if you’re tired after a game and I’m busy, you could just let yourself in to sleep. If you want.”
Matt swallows and closes his fingers over the key slowly, finally angling his head up to look at me. “You got me a key?”
I nod, unsure how he’s taking this.
“You got me a key to your apartment so I could sleep more?”
I nod again.
“That’s…” Matt drops his head and lets out a huff. He looks up and moves his hand to cup my cheek. “Thank you, Ellie. I don’t even know what to say.”
I smile wide at him and lean into his hand. I think my subconscious is doing jazz hands. “That’s okay, I have to go anyway,” I tell him, letting my smile turn into a pout.
He smiles at my dramatics and leans in to give me a soft kiss. I back up toward the door until I feel the handle behind me.
