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  I hate having interns. I really, really hate it. Every year I ask the chief to let me skip the interns and every year he sticks me with the biggest group. I fucking hate him for it but I know I have no other choice.

  And I’m not the kind of guy to bullshit on the job. I know some doctors get interns and don’t do shit with them. The kids finish their intern year without learning a fucking thing because their resident was too stupid or busy or whatever to teach them anything. They end up being shitty doctors.

  I refuse to make shitty doctors. Shitty doctors let patients die, and that’s against everything I believe. So every year I try to get out of having fucking interns, and every year I end up training the best and the brightest because I can’t fucking help myself.

  God damn, I hate interns.

  But I’ve never kissed one before, so at least this is new.

  I head into the hospital and get there right on time. My interns are already gathered up, looking exhausted from yesterday. They’ll toughen up sooner or later and soon all this won’t feel so overwhelming, but I remember what they’re going through. I was just a fucking kid when I started my intern year and it all felt so incredibly foreign and insane back then.

  They’ll figure it out. And if they don’t, I’ll make them.

  I look at Melody as I appraise the group. She pulls her eyes from me, which makes me frown slightly.

  I know kissing her was dumb, but not because I thought she’d be fucking weird about it. I mean, if we got caught, we’d both never practice medicine ever again despite the way it seems from watching TV. Hospitals take that sort of thing really seriously. But I didn’t think it would make things awkward.

  Well, shit. Maybe she’s just tired.

  So I press forward. I ask the group a few questions, but I notice that she doesn’t try to answer any of them. When we’re done, I take them on my rounds, this time trying to include them a little more on each visit.

  But Melody never opens up. She hangs in the back of the group, avoiding my questions, avoiding my gaze. As the day wear on, it starts to piss me off.

  I didn’t think she was this kind of person. And you know what? I don’t think she is. Acting like it’s a big deal we kissed is fucking below her. She’s a goddamn adult, a fucking doctor in training. She’s going to have lives in the palms of her hands and some fucking kiss can’t throw her game off.

  I’m pissed as hell when I release the interns for lunch. “Except you, Melody,” I say. “Hang back for a second.”

  She hesitates, eyes wide. She glances at the other girl, I forget her name, something that starts with a T. The girl smiles reassuringly at Melody before hurrying after this square-headed guy named Michael.

  “Yes, doctor?” she says to me.

  I can’t help but smile. Shit, I like being called doctor by her.

  “Come with me,” I say.

  “Am I in trouble?”

  I glance at her. “Something like that.”

  I lead her away from the patient rooms and down a few hallways. Jefferson is a big-ass hospital with a ton of rooms. It’s really busy, but we don’t have enough staff to keep every single wing open. There are a few completely empty hallways with a bunch of beds that are practically never, ever used.

  I take her into one of these. I don’t bother flipping on a light. I drag her around a corner and push her into an empty patient room.

  “Why are you being fucking weird?” I demand as I slide the door shut and flip the curtain closed.

  She stares at me, eyes wide. “I’m not being weird.”

  “You’re being weird. Is it because I kissed you last night? Told you I want to fuck you?”

  She turns bright red. “I’m not being weird,” she repeats. “And that was… I don’t know what it was.”

  “It was one adult talking to another.” I step toward her. “Did you not want me to kiss you?”

  “No,” she says softly. “I wanted it.”

  “So what’s the fucking problem?”

  “I don’t know,” she says. “You’re my teacher. I’m your student.”

  “You’re a goddamn adult here. This isn’t college anymore.”

  “You’re in a position of power.”

  I step closer, suddenly angry, forcing her to step back. She runs into the bed and falls back on her ass, sitting there, hands behind her.

  I loom over her, looking down at the beautiful eyes, her perfect, full breasts showing just a tiny hint of cleavage under her scrub top.

  “Fuck, girl,” I growl at her. “You fucking like that I’m in a position of power, don’t you?”

  She looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Maybe.”

  I chuckle darkly and grab her hair. “Then why are you being fucking weird?”

  “I don’t know,” she admits. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act.”

  I pull her hair back and she gasps. My cock is so hard I can barely fucking breathe. That little gasp drives me wild as I kiss her lips hard, tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her beautiful fucking lips.

  She kisses me back and I can tell she’s been dreaming about this. I bet the girl went home and rubbed that tight little pussy until she came, whispering my fucking name over and over to herself.

  I’m going goddamn wild. But I can’t lose it completely. I need her to stop being fucking weird or else this is going to be ruined. If she’s going to be awkward around me, I can’t ever touch her again, and she probably should find a new teacher.

  But I’m the best teacher in this damn hospital. So she’d better get over it, and quick.

  “I think I can help,” I purr into her ear. “Do you want my help?”

  “How?” she whispers.

  I release her hair. I kiss her again and reach down to her scrubs, tugging at the waist to pull them down. She lifts her hips as I get them over her round, firm ass.

  She’s breathing faster now, breasts rising and falling. Her little white coat falls open and I kiss her neck as I spread her legs wide, hand slowly caressing her soaked little pussy.

  “I know what you need,” I whisper. “You need to relax a little bit.”

  “Should we be doing this?” she asks.

  “Absolutely not,” I growl. “But I don’t fucking care. Tell me to stop if you don’t want it.”

  She bites her lip but says nothing.

  I drop to my knees in front of her, spreading her legs wide. I kiss her thighs and push her panties aside. Her pussy is pink and delicious as my tongue laps at her, licking her tight spot, rolling along her clit.

  She groans, fingers running through my hair. “Oh, shit, Gavin,” she says.

  “Better be quiet. If we get caught, we’re both finished.”

  She bites her lip again and nods slightly. I smirk before licking her pussy again. This time, her moans are softer, and for some reason that makes me even more fucking hard.

  I lap her up, licking her soft lips before sucking her perfect little clit. I love how wet she is, how messy and soaked, and I lap it up almost like a starving man. She lets out these whimpers, these gasps, and it’s taking all my self-control not to fuck her amazing little cunt here and now.

  “Look at you,” I whisper. “You’re barely controlling yourself.” I tease her with my fingers, sliding them deep inside. She throws her head back and gasps. “You have such a needy little cunt, Melody.”

  “Oh, shit,” she says. “Don’t be an asshole, Gavin.”

  I smirk, eyes hot with passion. She looks back at me and I tongue her pussy again, lapping her up. “Soaking wet,” I say. “Dripping down on this bed. You’re fucking ready for my fat cock, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “Oh, god, I am.”

  “You’re dirty, little Melody. You’re fucking filthy. Look at this messy little pussy. You want me to suck and lick you until you come?”

  “Please,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

  I stroke her with my fingers, teasing, smirking. “You’d like you. You want to come while my tongue licks you up, lapping up every single drop.”

  “Gavin,” she whines.

  I move down between her legs, feeling the heat of her, the soft wet of her. I lick her pussy now faster, stroking her with my fingers, tongue and lips sucking her perfect, delicious little clit.

  I fuck her pussy deep with my fingers. She’s tight, I can feel it, and so goddamn warm. She’s like an oven and I want to dip my cock deep so desperately. I’m harder than I’ve ever been but I know I need to take it slow. I need to give her what she wants right now.

  So I can take what I fucking need later.

  I lick and suck her faster. She pants, groaning softly the whole time. Her body shakes and I want to rip off that little lab coat, tear open that scrub top and suck her pink little nipples. Fuck, I bet her breasts are perfect and firm, but I comfort myself with the fact that her dripping cunt is delicious and perfect and mine, all fucking mine.

  I suck and lick her faster, stroking my fingers in and out, listening to her gasps and moans and whimpers and whines. I love this girl’s sound, every little breath she takes, every moan. She groans and it drives me fucking wild as my tongue moves faster along her tight clit.

  I feel her press her hands against my head, fingers curling into my hair, grabbing tight. She pushes me harder against her pussy and rolls her hips. Greedy fucking girl, needing more, and I give it to her. I suck and lick her faster, tongue lapping and rolling, fingers sliding in and out, teasing her tight cunt. She gasps, back arching, and I know she’s close.

  I don’t stop, don’t slow. I want to taste it, her sweet orgasm inches from my tongue. I suck her faster, tongue rolling around her clit as I grunt my pleasure and desire, her moans filling my ears. I lose myself in her body as it tightens, tensing, dancing on the edge.

  She comes hard, her whole body shaking. Fucking hell, she’d look gorgeous naked right now, shaking and coming and moaning, her eyes rolled back. I fuck her with my fingers through it, watching her face, her gorgeous fucking face. When she’s nearly done, I lick her up, sucking her top to bottom, licking every inch and cleaning my fingers off.

  I stand, cock rock hard. She stares at me, panting, face flushed and body tense.

  “Go get some lunch,” I say and check my watch. “Looks like you only have ten minutes.” I turn, but before I leave, I look back over my shoulder. “Good girl,” I say.

  I head out, Melody’s pussy still lingering on my lips, my cock still fucking hard, and I know I’m in way over my head.

  But I don’t fucking care.

  3

  Melody

  I keep thinking about Gavin’s tongue between my legs, his hands on my body, and the way he looked at me.

  Oh, god, that look.

  His eyes were beautiful green pools that threatened to drown me every time I looked into them. And I wanted to drown, because I knew it would feel so good.

  I manage to loosen up after that, and the next day, I feel like I’m back to my normal self. I don’t know why I was so tense and worried around him. I mean, we’re adults, after all. I know it’s a risk, getting involved. But it doesn’t have to go further.

  And I’m not totally sure it will.

  “Melody,” Gavin snaps at me the next morning as we gather at the usual spot. “What is the azygos vein?”

  “It’s a continuation of the right lumbar vein from the abdomen and it travels through the aortic hiatus in the diaphragm at T12.”

  He nods sharply. “Good,” he says, and quickly moves on.

  I don’t know why I feel disappointed. For the rest of the day, he’s like that, cold and clinical. We’re getting more involved every day, listening intently as he explains everything he’s doing, repeating as necessary, elaborating when needed. He’s patient and serious but distant. I don’t know why I expected anything else.

  But part of me thought…. I don’t know what I thought.

  That I was the new teacher’s pet? His new favorite student?

  I mean, I want to be his little pet. I want to let him touch me when he wants, kiss me where he wants, whisper all those filthy things in my ear whenever he wants…

  But that’s just not how things work. I mean, he can’t treat me differently. That’d be a risk.

  Still, I find myself annoyed. By the end of the day, I’m anxious for something from him. I know it’s stupid, and I’m trying to keep myself under control, but I can’t help it.

  “Not too bad today,” Michael says as the group slowly disperses. Tracy’s standing with him, and I note that they’re standing pretty close to each other.

  “No, not bad,” I agree. “That stuff with the lumbar, though?”

  He nods. “Brutal.”

  “Right?” I smile a little bit. “Really tough.”

  “But he just gutted it out,” Michael says. “Guy’s got steel in him.”

  “Oh, god,” Tracy groans, rolling her eyes. “Do you have a crush on him?”

  Michael nods solemnly. “Absolutely. And you’re insane if you don’t.” He looks at me. “Right, Mel? Gavin’s insanely hot.”

  I freeze, hesitating. “Uh,” I say.

  Michael laughs. “Relax. I’m kidding. Geez.”

  “Right.” I smile a little bit.

  “You’ve got a crush, don’t you?” he teases.

  “No,” I say, probably too quickly.

  “Yes, she does,” Tracy says. “Everyone has a crush on him, including you, Michael.”

  “We already established that,” he says.

  “You two are gross. He’s our resident.”

  “So what?” Tracy asks.

  I roll my eyes, but inwardly I’m freaking out. “Anyway, I should go.”

  “Sure,” Michael says. “Later, Mel.”

  I wave at them and head off, mind reeling. I don’t know what that was all about. It was probably just Michael joking around, but do they know? Am I looking at him in some kind of longing way or whatever?

  I’m not paying attention as I walk through the hall and I nearly run straight into Gavin as I head to the elevators. He cocks his head.

  “You should watch where you’re going,” he says to me.

  I look up, eyes wide. “Uh, sorry.”

  That familiar smirk slowly crosses his lips. “Good job today, Melody.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Most of the others were freaking out about that lumbar thing, but you kept it together.”

  “Can’t panic when you’re the one in charge,” I mumble, meeting his gaze.

  He laughs softly. “Very true.”

  I step closer to him. “Why were you so cold all day?”

  He looks surprised at that. “Excuse me?”

  “I mean,” I say, suddenly feeling stupid. “Just, you were…”

  He sighs. “Come on, Melody. You know I can’t play favorites. It’ll be obvious.”

  “I know,” I say, feeling so dumb. I don’t know why I blurted that out. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “It’s fine.” He leans up against the wall, arms crossed, eyes burning into mine. “You know I want to take care of you, right?”

  He’s speaking softly and I have to lean in to hear him. Other people move around us but nobody seems to look twice.

  “I know,” I say.

  “If I’m being harsh, it’s because this place…” He trails off and for a second, he’s looking into the distance over my shoulder.

  “This place what?” I ask softly.

  His eyes find mine again and a little smile drifts back onto his lips. “It makes you hard,” he says finally. “And the faster you harden up, the better.”

  I nod slightly as he takes a deep breath and stands up straight, glancing back at the elevator.

  “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get a drink.”

  I smile as he presses the call button. “At that bar again?”

  “No, back at my place.”

  He says it so casually, like it’s no big deal, like of course we’d go to his apartment.

  But I feel my stomach do flips. I mean, going to his place, that’s just…

  I know what it means. And I should probably say no. But the memory of his mouth between my legs pushes me forward and I step into that elevator without another word.

  We leave the hospital together, blending into the flow of people outside. I follow him down a few blocks, talking casually about how long we’ve lived in the city, what our favorite restaurants are, that sort of thing. He turns another corner and walks up a stoop, unlocking the front door of a townhouse.

  I hesitate. “This is your apartment?” I ask him.

  He cocks his head. “This is my house.” He pushes open the door. “Come on in.”

  I follow him inside, mouth hanging open. He lives just a few blocks from the hospital, which is like the perfect commute. It’s a nice part of town, with lots of bars and restaurants nearby, although his specific block looks quaint and quiet.

  And the inside of his place is gorgeous. The living room is pretty sparse but I can tell he’s still doing work. There are paint cans still stacked in corners and drop cloths down. The railing along the stairs looks brand new and the kitchen is missing actual cabinet doors.

  “Sorry about the mess,” he says. “I’ve been slowly renovating this place the last few years and I have to admit, I’ve gotten used to it being half finished.”

  “It’s amazing,” I say softly.

  He arches an eyebrow. “It’s nothing special.”

  “Seriously. Your own house? So close to the hospital?”

  I follow him into the kitchen. He produces two glasses and a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator. He pours a little and picks up one glass, clinking it against mine.

  “Here’s to you getting your own house soon,” he says.

  “I doubt it,” I say, sipping the wine. It’s cold and refreshing and instantly I feel a little more comfortable. “I mean, I’m still drowning in debt.”

  “Ah, yeah, of course. Med school debt.”

  “I’m going to have to work half my life to pay it off.”

  “You’d be surprised,” he says.

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