Caught in the Moment at Work

I was on my lunch break and decided to sneak into one of our patient rooms where I knew a colleague, let's call him Mike, would be alone. We'd been flirting for weeks but always kept it professional during work hours. That day, I just couldn't resist anymore. The moment I walked in, his eyes locked onto mine with that familiar spark. Without a word, he gently closed the door behind me and pulled me into an urgent kiss. Our hands started to roam hungrily across each other's bodies. He reached for my scrubs and pushed them down past my hips while I did the same to him, eager to feel his skin beneath my fingers. The room was quiet except for our breathing getting faster with every touch. We moved over to the bed, and as Mike laid me back onto it, he slowly entered me from behind. I felt so full, completely consumed by the intensity of his thrusts against me. My legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling us even closer together. We were both lost in the moment, drowning in our passion amidst sterile walls and flickering lights. As we climaxed, my nails dug into his back, leaving marks I knew would fade quickly but left a lasting impression of this illicit encounter between two consenting adults.