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inside me before latching on to my swollen clit. He sucked hard, flicking back and forth against my sensitive button.
    Without taking his mouth off me, Makarov slid his fingers deep inside me, and I couldn’t help but thrust back on them. He sucked and fucked me with his strong digits until I was writhing in pleasure, crying out and shaking as my orgasm ripped through my body.
    Before I had the time to collect my thoughts, I was being pulled up until my ankles were around Makarov’s neck. Then, without so much as a word, he thrust his massive length deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure that was just on the right side of pain, feeling my body stretch around him as he thrust into me, hard and fast.
    Reaching down, he circled my clit with his finger again as he pounded into my body. It didn’t take long before another orgasm was quaking through my body, and I felt Makarov freeze above me and something warm pump and spread through me as he came deep inside me.
    Panting heavily, I tried to clear my head from two of the most amazing orgasms I’d ever experienced—back to back. But then I could feel his juices dripping out of me and the reality of the situation began to sink in. I’d just let a man I barely knew—who was a complete jerk and who owned the hospital I worked in—fuck me without a condom. I’d never let Scott do that, and we’d been together for over three years.
    Shame washed over me. Without saying a word, I stood and pulled up my panties as I straightened my skirt. Without so much as a glance at Makarov, I turned and walked out of the office. My tears were falling by the time I hit the elevators.
    What was I going to do now?

Chapter 8
    T he waiting room of the doctor’s office was large and airy, with eastern facing windows that let in the bright early morning sunlight. I still found the room oppressive as I huddled in a corner, last month’s Cosmo open in my lap. There was no way I could concentrate on any reading at all. I was too busy biting my nails and berating myself for what I had done a few nights before.
    The last month had been one of the hardest I’d ever experienced in my entire life. Making it through medical school at the top of my class was a piece of cake compared to everything I’d had to deal with over the course of the last four weeks. I’d moved across the country to start an internship at Miami General, a prestigious privately owned hospital on the coast of Florida. I’d said goodbye to everyone and everything I knew and loved and had yet to establish any strong ties in my new state of residence.
    During my first month on the job, I’d witnessed a fatality on the operating room table. The death had been upsetting but what followed made it so much worse. I’d then been forced to present the circumstances of that fatality at the hospital’s monthly Morbidity and Mortality conference. At the conference, I’d been interrogated by the CEO of the hospital—a young, cocky Russain man by the name of Lex Makarov.
    Later that same evening, Makarov had overheard me badmouthing him to my friend Lori and had decided to punish me by giving me extra work. He had tasked me with examining previous cases of patient fatalities and/or possible patient mistreatment that had occurred at Miami General over the previous few years.
    As if that hadn’t made things stressful enough, I was also fighting a losing battle with my most basic desires when it came to Makarov, whose intense grey eyes and self-assured smile wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Anger and lust slowly built inside me over the course of the next few weeks, as I had had to work closely with the man.
    I couldn’t explain my attraction to him, and it was clearly an attraction, not just lust. It had to do with his confidence, I guessed. And his ability—intended or not—to instill some of that confidence in me. Unlike many people in my life up till now, he seemed supportive of my goals of being the best doctor I could be. His attitude