Shay and the others finally leave. Frank is full of battling emotions. He’s not only discovered that he’s a father, but that someone very well placed, is after him and he doesn’t understand why. The only bright spot in all this chaos, is Marka.
Frank threw clothing into a bag, grabbed his shaving kit and other items he’d need in the morning, and accompanied her to her room. It was nearly 1:00 in the morning. They were only a couple hours into the night shift, so the nursing staff was highly visible.
A clutch of nurses and aids were standing at the nurses’ station by the sitting room between Marka’s building and his. They saw Frank with a suit and overnight bag. All talk ceased as the staff watched them walk past. As soon as they got to Marka’s door, the talk started up again. Frank smiled, waving at them as he waited for Marka to unlock the door.
“We’re going to have an audience,” he said when the door was shut. “They’ll patrol the hall and lurk in shadows to see if they can hear us.”
“Do they really not have anything else to do?”
“They’ve got plenty to do. But that won’t stop them.” He yawned, putting his hand over his mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how tired I was.”
“You need a shower or anything?”
“I don’t know. Do I?” He sniffed his armpit while Marka laughed. “I can’t tell. Do I stink?” He took a step toward her.
He didn’t stink, he smelled fantastic. Marka’s lips tingled at the memory of his kisses. Her nipples fought the confines of her bra as the tingling dropped lower. She leaned forward, meeting his mouth with hers.
Their embrace was awkward because he still held his suit and shaving kit. There was a hook on the back of the door. Clumsily, he hung up his suit, dropping the shaving kit on the floor. The suit swung precariously on the hook as he took her in his arms.
Their kiss lasted a long time. Frank finally broke away long enough to take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Marka followed. He undressed as he walked and was down to his boxers by the time he got to the bedroom. Her clothing followed, though he was more careful with her things.
“I thought you were tired,” Marka whispered.
“I’m exhausted. But I’m also horny. . . .” His mouth on hers stopped conversation. His firm body pressed against hers made his desire obvious.
Their other almost sessions had stoked his passion, making it very nearly unbearable. If he didn’t get release soon, he knew he’d be miserable. A silent mantra ran through his mind as he kissed and fondled Marka. Please, let it be now! Please, please, please!
“Condom,” she mumbled against his lips.
He dashed to the foyer, retrieved the shaving kit, extracted a condom and had it open in record time. Marka laughed through the entire proceeding. She sobered enough to help him with it. He enjoyed the touch of her hands on him as she rolled it down. That accomplished, he kissed her deeply, his hands fondling all the soft parts.
“You’re sure?” He murmured, kissing her neck.
“Do I seem ready?” © Dellani Oakes