The red light in the corner of the pathology room blinked once, then went dark.
Cattleya didn’t notice.
She was too lost in the taste of Rusty’s mouth, in the way his hands gripped her waist with centuries of barely leashed hunger. Her back met the cold metal edge of the examination table as he lifted her effortlessly onto it, stepping between her parted thighs. The body behind her was forgotten—nothing more than a silent witness to something far more dangerous.
A soft, needy whimper escaped her as his cool fingers slipped beneath the hem of her white coat, tracing up the silk of her stocking. The temperature contrast sent sparks racing across her skin.
“Tell me to stop,” Rusty breathed against her lips, voice low and strained.
Cattleya answered by pulling him harder against her, f
