A Night I'll Never Forget

I was working the late shift when John, one of my patients, asked if we could spend some time alone. He had a cast on his leg and claimed he needed help with something else. We locked ourselves in the supply closet, and he turned off the lights. His hands were rough as they undid my scrubs, and soon our clothes lay crumpled on the floor. I felt him enter me, sliding against my wetness, filling me up. He started moving slow and steady, each thrust deep and deliberate. My back arched against the metal shelves behind me as he picked up speed. His grip tightened on my hips, guiding me with an intensity that made me shudder. Sweat slicked our skin as we moved together in the cramped space, breaths mingling in the darkness.