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her fingers into his hair, holding him against her as waves of exquisite sensation washed over her.
    His mouth moved to her other breast as his hand slid down the front of her pants, his fingertips brushing over the aching nub at her center. The light touch made her gasp and shudder. He parted the soft folds of skin, groaning his appreciation when he found that she was already wet.
    “You do something to me, Wallace,” he admitted gruffly.
    “Do something to me,” she suggested, reaching a hand into his pants to wrap around the hard length of him, making him groan again. “Do me.”
    “I will,” he promised.
    But for now, he continued to touch and tease her. She bit hard on her lip to keep from crying out, her palms flat against the door to hold herself upright as her knees quivered and her body shuddered.
    She was gasping and panting and on the verge of melting into a puddle at his feet when he pushed her panties down to her ankles with her pants, then shoved his own pants and boxers out of the way. Finally he covered her mouth with his and thrust into her, kissing her hard and deep as he took her body the same way.
    She was ready for him. More than ready. But it had been a long time, and she’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. How exquisitely and blissfully good.
    It was pretty much a consensus among the female contingent of the hospital nursing staff that Dr. Garrett could satisfy a woman’s every want and need, and he lived up to that reputation now. He used his hands and his lips and his body to drive her to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure and far beyond, soaring into the abyss with her.
    When she finally floated back to earth, her body was still pinned against the door, still intimately joined with his. She took a minute to catch her breath as he did the same.
    “I think I might need the paddles to restart my heart, Wallace.”
    She forced herself to match his casual tone. “Then it’s a good thing you’re a doctor.”
    But even while her body continued to hum with the aftereffects of pleasure, her mind was beginning to remember the hundred and one reasons that giving in to the attraction she felt for Justin was a bad idea. The number one reason was the MD that followed his name; the hundred other reasons were the hundred names of other women he’d undoubtedly pleasured in a similar manner.
    He brushed his lips against hers—the kiss surprisingly tender and sweet on the heels of their passionate and almost desperate coupling.
    “Do you ever wonder how we didn’t end up here before now?” he asked her.
    Her brows lifted. “Mostly naked in a housekeeping supply closet?”
    “I was focused on the mostly naked part,” he said. “And thinking that I’d like to take you back to my place and progress from mostly to completely naked.”
    She shook her head and pushed him away so she could pull up her pants and gather the rest of her discarded clothing. “Not a good idea.”
    “Why would you say that?”
    “Because we have to work together.”
    “We’ve always worked well together,” he noted. “And now we know that we play well together, too, and—”
    She touched a hand to his lips, silencing his words as she shook her head. “No.”
    He frowned. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” she insisted, refastening her bra.
    “You’re just going to walk away?”
    She tugged her shirt over her head. “Well, someone is eventually going to need something from this closet, so it’s probably not a good idea to stay here.”
    “You know I’m not referring to the closet but what happened between us,” he chided.
    “It was an impulse, Garrett. Nothing more than that.”
    “An impulse,” he echoed.
    He sounded oddly hurt by her characterization of their actions—but she was probably just imagining it. After all, Justin Garrett didn’t do emotions or involvement. He moved in and then moved on, and she thought he would appreciate that she didn’t