"I slept with Dr. Lawrence last night," Chloe announced as she walked into the lounge and found only Carol inside.
"You just met him yesterday," she replied, her face showing the surprise she felt, "What did you guys do? Grab drinks and jump in bed."
"Dinner, actually," Chloe answered, "He doesn't want a relationship because he's had more ex wives then I'd like to think about and he just wants sex, which is really all I want with a man of his age. Imagine the way our relationship would end if we were being serious," she shuddered at the thoughts in her mind of her caring for him while he deteriorated.
"You make a good point," Carol nodded, "Well, you're not the only one into him. The whole staff has been talking about how good looking he is, be glad you got there first. And, this does give me something, so how was he?"
"They say older men have more experience and their better," Chloe began, "They are not wrong. Gabe knew exactly what to do to bring me over the edge and I was a little concerned he'd be a little self involved because of the arrangement but he took care of me, very well."
"Hm," she whispered, "I bet he is very good. Those women didn't just marry him for no reason, if you know what I mean. I'm happy you're doing something with yourself but I can't lie and say I don't wish it was something more substantial."
Chloe shrugged, "It is what it is."
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the radio just outside the door announcing an incoming suicide attempt.
As the day neared it's end, Gabe walked up to Chloe as she was triaging patients in chairs. He gently grasped her wrist, leaning in and whispered, "I need you."
His words sent chills down her spine as she put down the chart she was about to start and nodded, following him to an on call room down the hall.
He ushered her inside, locking the door behind him, "I read a case very wrong," he admitted before he placed his hands on her hips, assaulting her neck with his lips, occasionally adding his tongue.
Chloe gasped, running her hands all over him before going underneath his scrub top to feel skin. "This is about you," she gasped, "Why are you paying so much attention to me?" she asked as she felt his hand travel to the waistband of her scrub pants, sliding in and down.
He moved his mouth to her ear, nibbling the lobe before replying, "My needs aren't the only thing I'm concerned with and it's always better when all parties leave satisfied," he added at the same moment his hand found it's target. She moved into his touch, her hips grinding her into his touch as she felt him against her thigh only adding to the heat.
She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from her pants then dropped to her knees, pulling his scrub pants with her. "It's your turn," she said huskily, running her fingers slowly over him enjoying the way his body jerked at her touch.
She moved closer, pulling him into her lips stopping to allow her tongue out to tease him, running it further then her mouth's grip. She felt him begin to move toward her and heard his breathing grow more labored with each tiny action she made. Once she was satisfied she had him on the edge, she sucked his entirity into her mouth, his body shuddering from her work.
"I didn't finish you so don't you dare get me off like this," he gasped, his hands running into her hair, pushing the ponytail out, freeing her curls for him.
She worked for a few more moments before she released him and stood so she could back up and sit on the desk behind her. Gabe grinned as he moved forward and slid inside her, moving slowly in and out, "How's that?" he whispered, his own release closer then he wanted.
She nodded, gasping, "Good," was all she could utter as he moved in once more and she tightened around him, holding her breath as she came bringing him right along with her.
"Do you think this will work for you?" he asked once they'd regained their composure.
She nodded, "I accept the position," she teased as he leaned toward her, placing his lips to hers, gentle at first but ended with need starting again.
The End