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“You sure about this?”

“I’ve been sure for months.” Her voice was low, steady. “Every time you lean over my shoulder to look at a screen. Every time you hand me a file and your fingers brush mine. Every time you stay late and I stay later just so I can walk past your desk and smell your cologne. I’m done pretending I don’t want it.”

Jack was quiet for a moment, studying her face. Then he asked, quieter, “And if this makes things complicated?”

“Everything worth doing is complicated.” She held his gaze. “I’d rather have complicated and real than careful and empty.”

Something in his expression shifted. He stood. The movement forced her back a step. He turned them so her ass hit the edge of the nearest steel examination table. The metal was cold through the thin fabric of her skirt. He kissed her again, harder this time, while his hands shoved her skirt up to her waist in one rough motion. When his fingers found bare skin underneath he made a low, guttural sound in his throat.

“No knickers,” he muttered against her mouth. “You came back here without knickers on.”

“I took them off in the car.” She reached between them and yanked his belt open with impatient fingers. “Didn’t see the point in having them on. I knew what I was coming back for.”

She got the button of his jeans undone and zipper down, shoved his jeans and boxers far enough to free his cock. Thick, already hard, the head shiny with precum. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked once, twice, watching his jaw tighten and his eyes darken.

His fingers slid through her folds without warning, two of them pushing into her in one smooth motion. She gasped and pushed down onto them, hips rolling.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaking already.”

“Been thinking about this all day,” she said, voice already shaky. “Sitting in that meeting with the CPS, legs crossed under the table, trying not to picture you bending me over this exact table and fucking me until I couldn’t remember my own name. Trying to look interested in timelines while I was wet and aching.”

Jack pulled his fingers out, wiped the glistening wetness across her lower lip, then kissed her again, tasting her. He lifted her onto the edge of the table like she weighed nothing. She spread her legs wide without being asked. He stepped between them, the head of his cock dragging slowly through her slick folds, not entering yet.

“Say it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Tell me exactly what you want. No careful language. No professional distance.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Nikki’s hands braced behind her on the cold steel. “Hard. Don’t be careful. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile or like we have to be quiet because someone might walk in. I locked both doors. I want you to use me. I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m standing across from you over a body.”

He pushed in with one long, controlled thrust that forced a sharp, broken breath out of her lungs. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. She clenched around him and he swore under his breath, forehead dropping against hers for a second.

“Christ, you’re tight.”

“Then stretch me.” Her legs locked around his waist. “Come on, Jack. I’ve waited long enough. Stop being careful with me.”

He did.

He fucked her hard and deep, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet lab. The heavy steel table shifted with every powerful drive of his hips. Nikki took it, head tipped back, mouth open, the occasional broken moan escaping her. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises she’d have to cover tomorrow.

“Look at you,” he growled. “Dr Nikki Alexander. All composed in the autopsy suite, dictating notes in that calm voice of yours, and now you’re dripping down my cock like a desperate little slut who’s been aching for it all day.”

“Yes....” The word came out broken. “I am. For you. Only for you. I’ve thought about this more times than I can count.”

He leaned in, mouth against her ear, still thrusting hard enough that the table kept inching across the floor.

“You think about this when you’re standing over a body? Getting wet while you dictate the external examination? Do you have to cross your legs so no one notices how much you want it?”

“Sometimes.” She was panting now, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. “Sometimes I have to go to the bathroom, lock myself in a stall and touch myself just to get through the afternoon. I cum with my fingers and think about your cock and the way you look when you’re concentrating, and then I wash my hands and go back to work like nothing happened. Like I didn’t just get myself off thinking about my colleague fucking me.”

Jack’s rhythm turned even rougher. One hand left her thigh and shoved her blouse open hard enough that a button pinged off and skittered across the floor. He yanked the cup of her bra down so he could get his mouth on her breast, sucking hard on her nipple, teeth grazing, while he kept fucking her in long, punishing strokes.

Nikki’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him there. “Harder. Please....fuck, Jack, harder....”

He gave it to her. The table creaked. Her moans turned sharper, higher. When the first orgasm hit her it was sudden and violent, thighs shaking, cunt clenching and pulsing rhythmically around him, a broken cry tore from her throat that echoed off the tiled walls. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, chasing his own release, the wet slap of skin on skin almost obscene in the quiet room.

“Not finished with you yet,” he rasped.

He pulled out suddenly. The loss made her whimper. He flipped her over so she was bent face-down over the table, skirt still rucked around her waist, blouse open, one breast still freed from her bra. He shoved back into her from behind in one hard thrust that forced another cry out of her. Nikki’s hands splayed on the cold steel, cheek pressed against the metal.

Jack gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and drove into her harder than before.

“This what you needed?” he growled. “Bent over in the lab like you don’t spend all day pretending to be the most professional woman in the building?”

“Yes....fuck....yes....”

“Say it properly.”

“I needed your cock,” she gasped. “I’ve needed it for months. Needed you to stop being careful and just use me like this. Needed to feel you lose control instead of always being the one who stays in check.”

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing in tight, rough circles while he kept pounding into her. The dual sensation made her knees weak.

“Cum again,” he ordered. “I want to feel it. Want to feel this posh, perfect cunt milking me while you fall apart.”

She did, longer this time, body shuddering hard, voice cracking as she came around him. Jack followed a few thrusts later, burying himself as deep as he could and coming with a low, guttural groan against the back of her neck, pulsing hard inside her. She felt every thick spurt, the heat of it, the way he kept rocking through it like he couldn’t stand to stop moving.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard. His forehead rested between her shoulder blades. His hands were still gripping her hips. Eventually he eased out of her. She felt the slow, warm trickle of his cum starting to slide down the inside of her thigh.

Nikki didn’t move for a few seconds. Then she pushed herself up on shaky arms, turned around, and sat on the edge of the table again, legs still spread. Jack was still standing between them, cock glistening and beginning to soften, chest rising and falling hard.

She reached down between her own legs.

Two fingers slid into her cunt, scooping through the thick mess he’d left inside her. When she pulled them out they were coated in white cum mixed with her own slick juices. She brought them to her mouth without breaking eye contact and licked them clean, slow, deliberate, tongue curling around each finger until nothing remained.

Jack’s breath left him in a rough exhale.

“Fuck, Nikki…”

She slid off the table and dropped to her knees on the cold tile floor. The position put her at perfect height. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, still half-hard, shiny with their combined juices, and took him into her mouth.

She didn’t tease. She sucked him clean with slow, thorough strokes of her tongue, tasting both of them, the salt of his cum and the sharper tang of her own arousal. She cleaned every inch, under the head, down the shaft, even the sensitive spot just beneath the ridge, until he was twitching again in her mouth and starting to harden once more.

Jack’s hand settled in her hair, not forcing, just resting there.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered.

She pulled off with a wet sound and looked up at him, lips shiny.

“Not yet,” she said. “I’m not done. I want another round. Properly. Not rushed. Not half-dressed and still listening for footsteps. I want you to take your time and ruin me a second time so I can still feel it tomorrow.”

Jack looked past her toward the locked doors, then back at her face. Whatever internal debate he was having lasted less than three seconds. He reached behind her, grabbed the edge of the examination table, and dragged it a foot further into the centre of the room with a low metallic scrape. Then he turned, walked to the far wall, and killed the remaining under-cabinet lights. The lab sank into deeper shadow, lit only by the cold blue glow of the fridges and the red standby lights on the monitors.

When he came back to her he didn’t speak at first. He simply took hold of the open edges of her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. It slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. The bra followed a moment later. Nikki stood there in only the rucked-up skirt and the sticky evidence of what they’d already done, watching him look at her.

Jack’s gaze moved over her slowly, breasts, the faint red marks his hands had left on her hips, the glistening mess between her thighs. He looked like a man trying to memorise something he hadn’t expected to be allowed.

“Take the skirt off,” he said quietly.

She did. It pooled around her bare feet. Now she was completely naked in the middle of the lab while he was still mostly dressed. The imbalance felt deliberate and filthy.

Jack stepped in, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, like he had all night. His other hand slid down her stomach and between her legs, two fingers pushing into her without resistance. She was still soaked, still open from the first round. He worked them in and out slowly while he kissed her, curling them just enough to make her breath catch.

“Still so wet,” he murmured against her mouth. “Still full of me.”

“I know.” She rocked against his hand. “I can feel it every time I move. It’s going to be a mess when I walk out of here.”

He added a third finger. The stretch made her gasp. Jack watched her face the entire time, eyes half-lidded, completely focused.

“You’re going to take another load,” he said, voice low and certain. “And this time I’m going to watch you scoop it out and eat it again. Then you’re going to get on your knees and clean me up with your mouth until I’m hard enough to fuck you a third time if I want to. Understood?”

Nikki’s pulse kicked hard. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled his fingers out, wiped them across her lips, and kissed the taste back into her mouth. Then he turned her around, guided her forward until her hips met the edge of the table again, and pressed her down until she was bent over it once more, this time completely bare. The steel was colder against her skin now. She shivered.

Jack took his time. He ran both hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, then lower, spreading her open with his thumbs so he could look at the mess he’d already made of her. She felt exposed in a way that was almost humiliating and completely intoxicating.

“Look at that,” he said, almost to himself. “Puffy and used and still dripping. Perfect. You look like you’ve been properly fucked, and I’m not even finished with you.”

He took his cock, already hard again, and rubbed the head through the slick mess between her legs, coating himself. Then he pushed in, slow and deep, until he was buried to the hilt. Nikki moaned into her forearm.

This round was different.

He didn’t start pounding immediately. He fucked her in long, measured strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in to the root, letting her feel every inch. His hands stayed on her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her. Every few thrusts he would grind deep and stay there for a second, making her clench around him.

“Talk to me,” he said. “I want to hear you. Not just the sounds. Actual words.”

Nikki turned her head enough to speak. Her voice came out rough. “It feels different this time. Deeper. Like you’re trying to leave a mark so I don’t forget who did this to me.”

“I am.” He thrust harder once, just to make the point. “I want you sore tomorrow. I want you sitting in the morning briefing shifting in your chair because your cunt still remembers the shape of my cock. I want you looking at me across a body and knowing exactly what I did to you on this table.”

She moaned. “You’re a bastard.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” She pushed back to meet his next stroke. “I love how rough you get once you stop being careful. I love that you talk to me like this. Like I’m not Dr Alexander anymore, just something you get to use when the doors are locked.”

Jack’s rhythm picked up. The wet sound of him moving inside her filled the quiet lab again. He leaned over her back, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding under her to find her clit.

“You’re still Dr Alexander,” he said against her ear, fingers working her in tight circles. “You’re just also the woman who came back here after hours without knickers and begged me to fuck her on an autopsy table. Both things can be true. You’re allowed to be both.”

Nikki’s second orgasm of the night built slower but hit harder. She came with a broken, almost surprised cry, body locking up around him. Jack kept thrusting through it, kept rubbing her clit until she was shaking and oversensitive and trying to twist away. He didn’t let her. He held her in place and fucked her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering.

Only then did he pull out.

Nikki made a soft, protesting sound at the loss. Jack turned her around, lifted her onto the table so she was sitting on the edge again, and stepped between her spread thighs. His cock was dark and glistening, hard enough to slap against his stomach.

“Lie back,” he said.

She did. The steel was freezing against her bare back. Jack hooked her knees over his elbows, lined himself up, and pushed back in with one smooth thrust. From this angle he could go even deeper. Nikki’s hands flew up to grip the far edge of the table.

He fucked her like that for a long time, hard, steady, relentless. Every few minutes he would lean down and kiss her, or bite the side of her neck, or murmur something filthy against her mouth.

“You take cock so well.”

“Look at how wet you are. Making a mess of the table. We’re going to have to disinfect this properly.”

“I’m going to cum inside you again. And you’re going to keep every drop in until I tell you otherwise. Then you’re going to show me how well you clean up after yourself.”

Nikki was beyond coherent answers for a while. She just nodded, moaned, clung to him, and took everything he gave her. When her third orgasm finally ripped through her she cried out loud enough that it echoed off the walls. Jack followed almost immediately, burying himself deep and coming with a long, low groan, pulsing hard inside her for what felt like forever.

He stayed there, still buried, forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing like they’d run a mile.

Eventually he eased out. Nikki felt the thick, warm rush of his load starting to slip free. She started to close her legs.

Jack stopped her with a hand on her knee.

“No. Keep them open. I want to see.”

She did. He watched the slow, filthy trickle of his cum sliding out of her and down toward the table. Then he looked at her face.

“You know what to do.”

Nikki reached down with two fingers, scooped as much of the thick mess as she could, and brought it to her mouth. She licked her fingers clean slowly, deliberately, eyes locked on his the entire time. Then she scooped again, got more, and did the same.

Jack’s cock twitched.

She slid off the table, dropped to her knees on the cold tile, and took him into her mouth while he was still soft and shiny with their combined juices. She cleaned him thoroughly, tongue working under the head, along the shaft, even gently over his balls, until he was starting to harden again against her tongue. She kept going, sucking him slowly back to full hardness, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit, until Jack’s hand settled in her hair and his breathing turned rough again.

“Enough,” he said finally, voice strained. “Get up here.”

She stood. He kissed her hard, tasting himself on her tongue, then turned her around once more and bent her over the table for the third time. This time he didn’t ease in. He shoved back into her in one hard thrust and started fucking her with short, brutal strokes, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave new marks.

“One more,” he growled. “Come on my cock one more time and then we’re done. For tonight. I want to feel you fall apart again while I’m still buried in you.”

Nikki was already so sensitive it almost hurt. The over stimulation made every thrust sharper, brighter. She came again, smaller, shakier, almost painful in its intensity, and Jack followed right after, grinding deep and spilling another small load inside her with a broken sound.

This time when he pulled out they both stayed still for a long moment, just breathing.

Eventually Jack helped her stand. Her legs were genuinely unsteady. He kept an arm around her waist while she found her balance.

They cleaned up in near silence at first. Nikki used a handful of paper towels to wipe between her legs as best she could. Jack wiped down the table with disinfectant, thorough and methodical, the same way he cleaned instruments. The smell of sex still lingered underneath the chemical scent.

Nikki found her bra and blouse. The missing button meant she had to leave the top two undone and hope no one looked too closely. Her skirt was wrinkled beyond saving. She stepped back into her heels and immediately regretted it; her thighs ached.

Jack watched her dress with an unreadable expression.

“You all right?” he asked eventually.

“Sore. Thoroughly used. Slightly in shock that we actually did that.” She looked at him. “But yes. I’m all right. Better than all right, if I’m honest.”

He nodded once. “Good.”

There was a longer pause. Nikki stepped into his space again, rose onto her toes, and kissed him, soft, almost careful this time.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything complicated,” she said against his mouth. “We can keep it exactly what it was. Sex. Stress relief. Two people who work too hard and finally stopped pretending they didn’t want each other. Whatever you want to call it.”

Jack’s hand settled on her waist. “And if I want it to happen again? Not just once. Not just a one-off mistake we never talk about.”

“Then it happens again.” She pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “I’m not going to pretend I don’t want more of this. I’ve spent too long being careful about everything, work, reputation, not crossing lines. I’m done with careful where you’re concerned. I want this. I want you. Even if it’s messy.”

He studied her face for a long second, then nodded.

“Same. I’ve wanted this longer than I should admit. I’m not walking away from it now that I’ve had you.”

They left the lab together. The corridors were empty and dimly lit. The night security guard barely glanced up as they signed out. Outside, the air was cold enough to make Nikki’s bare thighs prickle. She walked to her car on slightly shaky legs. Jack walked with her.

At the driver’s door she turned to him once more.

“Tomorrow,” she said, “when we’re standing over a body and discussing petechial haemorrhaging in calm professional voices, I’m going to be thinking about the way you looked when you came inside me the second time. And the way you watched me clean your come off my fingers.”

Jack’s mouth curved, slow and dark. “I’m going to be thinking about the way you looked on your knees with my cum on your tongue. And the sounds you made when I stopped being careful.”

Nikki smiled, small, private, filthy.

“Good. Then neither of us will be bored.”

She got in the car. Jack waited until she’d started the engine before walking to his bike. In the rear-view mirror she watched him pull on his helmet and ride out of the car park. Only then did she let out a long, shaky breath and rest her forehead against the steering wheel for a moment.

Her cunt was still throbbing. She could feel the slow, sticky evidence of the loads inside her every time she shifted in the seat. There were bruises forming on her hips and a bite mark on her neck that would need covering. She had never felt more thoroughly fucked in her life.

And she already knew she would come back for more.

________________________________________

The next morning Nikki stood under a hot shower for a long time, wincing when the water hit the marks on her hips and the lingering tenderness between her legs. She dressed carefully, high-necked blouse, scarf, trousers instead of a skirt. Makeup covered the faint bruise on her throat. By the time she walked into the lab at 8:10 she looked exactly like Dr Nikki Alexander: composed, professional, untouchable.

Jack was already there, sleeves rolled up, reviewing something on a tablet. He glanced up when she entered. Their eyes met for half a second longer than necessary.

Then he looked back down at the screen as if nothing had happened.

“Morning,” he said, perfectly neutral.

“Morning.”

Clarissa arrived a few minutes later, followed by the rest of the team. The day began the way it always did, case discussion, assignment of tasks, the quiet rhythm of the department. Nikki stood at the main table while Jack projected images from the previous day’s post-mortem. She kept her voice steady as she pointed out the fracture lines. No one would have guessed that twelve hours earlier she had been bent over that same table with his cock buried inside her, begging him to use her harder.

But every time Jack moved past her, close enough that she caught the faint scent of his cologne, her body remembered. Every time he handed her a file and their fingers brushed, a low pulse of heat settled between her legs. By mid-morning she was half-wet again just from proximity and memory.

At one point, when the others had stepped out for coffee, Jack came to stand beside her at the computer.

“You covered the mark,” he said quietly, eyes on the screen.

“Obviously.”

“Shame. I liked seeing it. Liked knowing I put it there.”

Nikki kept her voice equally low. “There are more under the clothes. You’ll have to wait if you want to see those.”

Jack’s mouth twitched. “Tonight?”

She glanced sideways at him. “My place. After work. No examination tables required. Just a bed and as much time as we want.”

He nodded once, almost imperceptibly. “I’ll be there.”

Clarissa’s voice floated in from the corridor. They stepped apart as if nothing had been said. The rest of the day passed in a haze of professional competence layered over constant, simmering awareness. Nikki found herself watching the clock more than usual. Jack’s voice during case discussions sounded the same as always, but every so often their eyes would meet and she would feel the ghost of his hands on her hips again.

She left first that evening. She drove home, showered again, and changed into a soft black dress with nothing underneath. When the knock came at her door just after eight she opened it without hesitation.

Jack stood there in the dark, eyes already full of lust.

He stepped inside. She closed the door, locked it, and turned to him.

“No lab this time,” she said. “No risk of interruption. No cold steel. Just us. I want to see what you’re like when you don’t have to listen for footsteps.”

Jack’s hands were on her waist a second later, pushing her back against the wall of her own hallway. He kissed her hard, filthy, like he’d been thinking about it all day. His hand slid under the hem of her dress and found her bare and already wet.

“Christ,” he muttered against her mouth. “You really don’t believe in knickers anymore, do you?”

“Not where you’re concerned. Seemed inefficient.”

He lifted her up and kissed her deeply again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as he carried her through to the bedroom without breaking the kiss, dropped her onto the bed, and followed her down.

This time there was no cold steel, no fluorescent lights, no risk of discovery. Just a bed, locked doors, and hours ahead of them.

Jack stripped her slowly, then himself, before going down on her. He lapped her outer folds hard from base to clit for a while then parted the lips with 2 fingers and diving his tongue deep into her cunt! With his free hand he slipped 2 fingers into her while he licked and sucked on her clit. She moaned as he did so and grabbed two handfuls of his hair pulling him harder against her cunt. It didn’t take long until she came coating his face with her juice and filling his mouth. He kept lapping drinking down every drop.

She pulled him up to her by his hair and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his tongue, as the head of his cock nudged against her swollen lips.

When he pushed into her it was deep and unhurried at first, both of them savouring the fact that they didn’t have to rush. But the roughness came back soon enough, hands gripping hard, teeth on her throat, filthy praise muttered against her skin while he fucked her into the mattress.

“Still so fucking tight after last night.”

“Still take me so well. Like you were made for this.”

“Going to fill you up again. Want you walking around tomorrow with my cum inside you. Want you to feel it every time you sit down.”

Nikki came twice before he finished the first time in her bed. When he finally spilled inside her she kept him there with her legs locked around his back, rolling her hips slowly, milking every last drop.

Afterward she did exactly what she’d done in the lab: reached down, scooped some of the mess onto her fingers, and licked them clean while he watched with dark, hungry eyes. Then she slid down the bed, took his soft cock into her mouth, and cleaned him thoroughly until he was hard again.

The second round in her bed lasted longer. He took her on her back, then on her hands and knees, then with her riding him so he could watch her face. He talked the entire time, filthy, specific, relentless, until she was shaking and incoherent and coming again around him.

Between rounds they talked more.

Nikki lay on her side facing him, one hand resting on his chest. “I’ve thought about this for a long time. Longer than I should have. I used to tell myself it was just proximity and stress. That it would pass.”

Jack’s fingers traced idle patterns on her bare hip. “Did it?”

“No. It got worse. Every time you stayed late. Every time you looked at me like you were thinking something you weren’t saying. I started inventing reasons to be in the same room as you after hours.”

“I noticed.” His voice was quiet. “I stayed later than I needed to more than once because I knew you might do the same.”

She smiled slightly. “We’re idiots.”

“Possibly.” He shifted closer. “Doesn’t change the fact that I want this. Not just the sex, though the sex is… significant. I want the rest of it too. The talking. The not pretending.”

Nikki was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “I’m not good at this part. The after. The admitting it means something.”

“Neither am I. But I’m here. And I’m not leaving tonight unless you tell me to.”

She didn’t tell him to.

They had a third round some time after midnight, slower, deeper, almost tender in places before the roughness returned. When they finally stopped for good the sheets were a wreck and Nikki’s body felt thoroughly used in the best possible way. She lay on her stomach, Jack’s hand resting heavily on the small of her back, both of them quiet.

“We’re going to have to be careful at work,” she said eventually, voice muffled by the pillow.

“I know.”

“I’m not stopping, though. I meant what I said. I’m done being careful about this.”

Jack’s thumb stroked slowly across her skin. “Neither am I. Whatever this turns into, I’m in it.”

She turned her head to look at him. In the low light from the hallway his expression was softer than she’d ever seen it at the lab.

“Good,” she said.

Outside, London continued as normal. Inside, the two of them lay in the quiet wreckage of the bed, already knowing that tomorrow they would stand across from each other over a body and speak in calm, professional voices while both of them remembered exactly how the other looked when they came.

And that the next locked door, the next late night, the next opportunity, would not be wasted.

What both of them had not given any thought to was the CCTV in the lab!

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