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“Yes, Dr. VanRyan. I have a patient with a fever they insist only you can cure.”

I snapped up my head, meeting Maddy’s teasing gaze. I pushed off the counter, crossing the small on-call room and pulling her into my arms. I kissed her deeply, drowning in her taste and the feel of her against me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking at the clock. “It’s past one. You should be in bed.”

She held up a small cold bag. “I brought treats.”

I cupped the back of her neck, pulling her close for another deep kiss. “You crazy girl. You need to be asleep.”

“I have the early morning covered.”

I hugged her close, nuzzling into her fragrant hair. She always smelled so good.

“What did you bring?”

She chuckled. “Sit down and I’ll show you.”

I sat back in the uncomfortable chair, pulling her to my lap. I dropped a kiss to her delicate neck. “Show me.”

She unzipped the small cooler and set a container on the desk. I frowned, then picked it up.

“Whipped cream?”

She stood, undoing her coat and pushing it off her shoulders. She wore a slinky camisole and a thong. Diaphanous, lacy, and so sexy, my cock was hard in an instant.

“And me,” she purred.

My gaze flew to the door, but she smiled. “I know Nancy. You’ve got half an hour. And I locked the door when I came in.”

I swallowed as she took the cream from my hand and sank to her knees in front of me.

I shook my head. “Wait.”

I stood and grabbed a cushion we kept on hand, sliding it under her knees. “That floor is hard.”

“So is your dick,” she said with a smirk. “You almost knocked me out. You need to register that thing as a dangerous weapon.”

I chuckled and bent lower, kissing her. “Not a weapon. It’s going to cure your fever, baby.”

She shook the can. “Soon.” She popped the lid. “Lose the scrubs.”

I almost tore the material in my haste to get them off. She pushed me back, and I landed on my ass with a huff of air.

“My snack,” she murmured and stroked my cock before spraying it with the cool foam.

“Jesus,” I muttered, letting my head fall back as she took me in her mouth.

“No,” she mumbled. “Me. Only me, Dr. VanRyan.”

“That’s all I need.”

Maddy

He was hot and heavy on my tongue. Musky and sweet with the whipped cream. I pulled back, locking our eyes, filling my mouth with the cream and engulfing him again.

He hissed in pleasure, wrapping his hand around my hair. “Fuck yes, Maddy. Use your mouth on me. Just like that.”

I alternated between long licks on his shaft and swallowing the length. Adding more cream and teasing the crown, tonguing the slit, then drifting my cream-covered fingers over the veins that ran along the underside. He groaned and whimpered. Begged for more, then pleaded with me to stop. Rambled that he never wanted me to cease. Praised me. Tugged on my hair and moaned my name. I ran my hands up and down his muscled thighs. Cupped and played with his balls, ignored the ache in my knees, and sucked him deeply.