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I dried off, packed a flask of tea and walked the mile to the hospital through the drizzle with my erection finally calming down.
The cardiac ward was quiet at three in the morning, all dim lights and humming monitors. Hannah met me at the double doors in her blue scrubs, hair clipped up, smiling like I’d given her a kidney. “You daft sod,” she whispered, and kissed me. “You came all the way up.”
“I wanted to see you.”
She searched my face, and something in it must have shown. Her eyes darkened. She took my hand and pulled me down a corridor, through a door marked STAFF ONLY, into a little room with a bunk bed and a lamp.
She locked it. She pushed me back on the lower bunk and straddled me, her scrub top riding up. “You’re wound up,” she murmured. “I can feel it. Who’ve you been thinking about?”
“You,” I said. It was nearly true. The thought of Jess had burned itself off. It was just her now, the weight of her, the smell of her hair.
She wriggled out of her trousers. No knickers. “I’ve got twenty minutes,” she said, and sank onto my cock.
She rode me in absolute silence, one hand clapped over her own mouth, her scrubs bunched at her ribs, her eyes fixed on mine. I gripped her hips and thrust up, the bunk creaking, the lamp swinging. She came with a muffled sob. I followed, spilling deep inside her, and she collapsed on me, shaking.
“Thin walls in here too,” she whispered, and giggled. “Worth it.”
Ending 16 of 16: On-Call Room. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.