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minutes.
    Much, much longer.
    I worked her other nipple as my fingers slid up her thigh to her pussy. I pressed against her soft mound through her scrubs. We both groaned at the contact.  
    I rocked my hips against her thigh, out of my mind with lust.
    I never felt this when I was working or fucking for sport.
    I don’t think I’d even felt this turned on way back in high school.
    My fingers made their way into her elastic waistband and down into her soft cotton panties. Her lips were buttery, slick with desire. I closed my eyes, every bit of my attention in those fingers as they parted her folds and started to play.
    She was gasping for air as I teased her, circling her clit and tracing the outline of her tight little slit.
    Then I slid a finger inside.
    Holy fuck she was tight.
    Tight. Hot. Wet. Utterly slippery and smooth inside.
    I felt her clench down on my finger.
    I lost my thin sliver of control.
    I dropped to my knees, finding her clit with my tongue. Rapidly I flicked it against her soft little nub again and again. My finger slid in and out of her as she pressed against my head.
    I was insane.
    I was literally insane.
    That’s when I realized she was pushing me away.
    “Trent- don’t!”
    I leaned back, gasping.
    She was turning me down? Turning down the greatest pussy eater of all time?
    I mean, I was a fucking Olympian when it came to cunnilingus.
    But in the dim light I could see her face.
    She was on the verge of tears.
    I stood up, pulling her against me again.
    “Lexi? What’s wrong?”
    “Too much, Trent. Too fast.”
    She shook her head. Not looking at me. She pushed me away slightly and slid out from under my arm.
    I stood there as the door opened, trying to get my mind to work.
    My mouth.
    To say anything.
    “Lexi… wait…”
    I could see her silhouetted in the doorway as she turned her beautiful head slightly. Then she shook it.
    Just then her timer went off.

Lexi

    I was shaking as I walked back to the nurses’ station. It had been only seven minutes. But I felt like a completely different person. A hungry, wanton woman who didn’t care about her responsibilities.
    A tramp. Not a nurse.
    I checked the vitals of all the patients quickly. Everyone was fine. Then I practically ran for the bathroom.
    I could not handle seeing him again.
    Trent.
    Even his name made my cheeks flush with embarrassment. And lust.
    He had done things to me… made me lose every sense of decorum.
    I was a nurse dammit! I had a vitally important job to do. I had to be on the ball. Not getting off with the patients!
    It’s true a lot of people knitted or read books during the night shift.
    But it wasn’t the same. Playing cards was a mistake. Letting him take me into the closet- even if I hadn’t understood at first… it was unforgivable.
    I splashed cold water on my face, patting it dry with a stiff paper towel. I was almost afraid to look in the mirror. Afraid of what I’d see there.
    Brightly flushed cheeks. Mussed hair. Lips that had obviously been kissed.
    And kissed well.
    Dear Lord, Trent could kiss. He was practically a professional. The man could give lessons.
    I touched my lips, closing my eyes again. My whole body felt awake and alive. I was practically zinging from head to toe.
    I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped.
    I didn’t have to wonder.
    We would have done it right then and there.  
    I laughed at myself, finally seeing the humor in the situation.
    ‘It?’
    What was I, twelve years old?
    I felt like a kid though. A stupid, inexperienced kid.
    Not that I hadn’t had boyfriends. I had. In high school and college. But not a lot. And I’d only done anything beyond kissing with two.
    And that had been a while ago.
    A long while.
    I pressed the backs of my hands to my cheeks. I was hot. If I was a patient, I would say I had a fever.
    Trent had done this to me, just with his hands. And his mouth. Dear lord, his mouth.
    I pressed my thighs together. His mouth had felt so good.