Nights in the On-Call Room Are Getting Risky

So here's the thing. I've been dating this girl, let's call her Zoe, for a few weeks now. We've hit it off pretty well and things are getting cozy. The problem is we work at the same hospital where I'm on-call sometimes, and when I get called in late at night, she'll often come down to visit me in my little cubbyhole of an office-turned-bedroom during shifts. It's awkward but oh-so-sexy knowing that anyone could walk through those doors at any moment. Tonight was one such evening. We were talking about our days and I mentioned how much stress this job can bring, especially the unexpected calls late into night shifts. Zoe looked up with a curious glint in her eye and said something like 'you must be glad for an escape', which of course made my heart skip a beat. Before I knew it, she was practically sitting on my lap, straddling me as we talked. We started getting close, hands wandering and lips meeting in heated kisses that left me breathless. The room around us blurred out until all I could focus on were her soft moans of pleasure and the way her hips moved against mine through our clothes. My hand slipped under her blouse, fingertips brushing lightly over the curve of her breast as she gasped. The night turned into an intense blur of desire and urgency. We didn't stop to think about consequences or risks; it was all about us right then in that moment when nobody else existed but each other. It got hotter with every passing second, reaching a fever pitch where there was no going back. The reality of our situation, our workplace, the chance someone could interrupt at any time, only added fuel to the fire. Our hands moved more urgently as she leaned in closer to me. She whispered something dirty about wanting this place all night long, and it sent shivers down my spine. My fingers traced her waistband teasingly before slipping inside her panties, feeling her heat through the fabric. Her skin was flushed from our kisses and touches. Then we both shed clothes faster than a lightning storm, buttons flying everywhere, and found ourselves skin-on-skin in a rush of urgency. I felt her warmth envelop me as she guided us closer to the edge of the desk where I gently laid her down, my body now fully pressing against hers. She was slick and ready for me then, legs wrapping around my waist. The rest of the night was lost in ecstasy and whispers of love and desire that neither of us had expected but both wanted beyond anything else right there under the dim lights and sterile surroundings of a hospital on-call room.