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provocative words. He definitely knew what he was doing to me. I risked a look up into his face and his striking blue eyes were intent on mine. Anxious and unspeakably aroused at the same time, I whispered, “Stop it.”
    He withdrew his hands immediately and my mind cried out a protest.
    Don’t stop!
    “A-are there a lot of you? People the committee has saved?”
    He shrugged. “Not that many. Enough to count. Just because your body’s resistant to a treatment, that doesn’t mean you can’t focus enough to help people. Thinking that way is just plain stupid.”
    I nodded—the first indication I’d given that I agreed with him—and he gave me a slow, irresistibly attractive smile. “Atta girl. We’re gonna help you. You’ve fooled them for this long, and I don’t know how you’ve done it. But one day you’d have slipped up. We can stop that from happening, with a little work.”
    “What kind of work?”
    Scott took my hand again and, before I could protest, he brushed his lips lightly over my knuckles. “Body language, associative thought patterns, resistance through acclimatisation…” He watched me intently, tracing circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. “That last one can be fun.”
    I had no doubt about that. “And you’d be my trainer?”
    “So to speak. If you want me, that is. If there’s nothing there, you can always request another trainer.” He seemed a little insecure, almost. “Is that what you want?”
    I shook my head, suddenly speechless, and he grinned. “Me neither.”
    For a second we just stared at each other, the air seeming to warm a degree or two as the tension between us grew. Then Scott leaned in towards me, a little tentatively, as if he was still unsure of his welcome. I swayed forward as if magnetised and his fingers brushed the underside of my jaw a split second before our lips met.
    He was better than I’d imagined—slow at first, gauging my reaction, then growing more confident as I responded. When he teased my tongue with his for a brief moment before withdrawing, something snapped inside me.
    It had been almost eight months since I’d last been with anyone. Too long, far too long. Maybe before I’d undergone the three-strikes treatment I’d have reined in my desires a little. Not now. I pressed against him, slipping my arms around his neck, and he leant backwards until he was stretched out on the couch, pulling me on top of him.
    His body heat warmed me, and beneath his shirt I felt toned muscle that shifted as he slipped his arms around my waist. I kissed him harder, running my fingers through his hair, and he moaned against my lips, bucking his hips up against my body. He most definitely was not suppressed, and, as I felt his hard cock press into my thigh, I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted to be a doctor.
    I’d never felt anything this intense before; not even close. Maybe it was the celibacy playing tricks on my mind, but I didn’t care if Beth—or anyone else—walked in on us. The head of the damn hospital could have barged through the door, and I wouldn’t have even looked up. I just wanted more.
    “Holly…” His voice was breathless against my ear, and I ground against him in response, moving so that his tantalising hardness brushed my clit and instinctively tilting my hips.
    “I want—”
    “I know.” His voice was low, desperate in a way that made my entire body thrill. “We can’t. Not here.”
    I whimpered, and his answering laughter just made everything ten times more unbearable. “Soon. I promise. But we both have shifts starting in ten minutes. If we don’t show up, they’re gonna get suspicious.”
    I’d entirely forgotten about my shift with Dr Croft. “Fuck!” He was right, I knew he was, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.
    Scott kissed the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Come on, we gotta sit up.”
    Feeling more self-conscious by the second, I did as he asked, sliding off the couch to sit on the