Fusion: A Steamy Secret Lovers Medical Romance

The rules of MetroGen hospital are clear - medical student Michael Harper and cardiologist Dr. Angela Perkins cannot date. It doesn't matter that Michael is older than her or has an MBA. Until he has an MD behind his name, their 'just for fun' relationship has to stay under wraps. Even though their future prognosis is dire, he can't stop enjoying the dirty things they're doing in her bed, and the hospital, and the callrooms.

Angela knows she's taking a risk trying to keep her work and personal life separate when they're so closely intertwined, but what choice does she have? There's no way to meld both together without the hospital bringing down the hammer.

And then the unthinkable happens, and they'll have to choose between duty and love . .

Over at the doctors-only Halloween party while wearing a Princess Leia bikini...

“Does she dance?” a male voice asked. A tall man in a blue power ranger costume was giving her a head-to-toe survey.

“Find out.” Kayla pushed Angela toward the man. “It’s not cheating on your non-dating to have a dance.”

The way the man was examining her breasts made her fairly certain he was more than happy to do more than dance with her. He’d probably be disappointed because once she found Michael, all bets were off.

However, since she didn’t have a reason to refuse, she followed him onto the dance floor, taking comfort in that she was receiving a lot of appreciative looks. Few people had any idea of her shape, so it was unlikely anyone would know her identity. She had no trouble identifying Bradley Pegg from her department dressed as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, acting overly handsy with a zombie stripper.

As a precaution, she eased the blue power ranger to a different section of the dance floor past the free jungle juice station. Despite the flashlights and the smoke machine, she wasn’t going to take a chance Pegg got close to her.

Unexpectedly, before dancing, the power ranger leaned forward and half-shouted over the music, “Doctor or teacher?”

Relief suffused her chest. Ideally, this meant she didn’t have far to search for her sexy forbidden medical student, and his costume was a perfect disguise. “Sumus quod sumus. We are what we are.”

“Finis vitae sed non amoris. The end of life but not of love.” Having confirmed his identity by reciting his tattoo, Angela didn’t hesitate to enfold herself in his arms. He reached for her, and she unhesitatingly came to him.

The strains of I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred queued up, and he began to move with the music.

Angela’s jaw dropped because Michael could dance. Not sway to the music, but dance for real, effortlessly moving with the throbbing beat. His hands were on her hips, gliding her against him, and she felt him harden.

As the drinks continued to kick in, Angela went with it. As unfeminist as it sounded, the idea of having near sex with a hot stranger on the dance floor and riding him home did something for her. He wasn’t exactly a stranger, but the mask made him anonymous.

A moan, hidden by the sounds of the party around them, slipped out of her mouth when she ground her butt on his hard-on.

“Not so fast, Princess,” he said. “I came with Raj. He’s a black power ranger around here somewhere.”

“Are you going home with him tonight?” She circled her hips slowly. The press of bodies kept the room warm to stifling. She was getting wet and not just from sweat.

He hooked his arm around her waist from behind, pressing his full length against her as he danced smoothly. “We drove separately. But we can’t be too—f8ck, girl!” he exclaimed loudly because Angela palmed his c8ck when she reached between them.

She didn’t need to be worried about being obvious. Between the darkness and the bodies moving at a fever pitch around them, she could have mounted him, and no one would have batted an eye.

Except maybe Kayla. Stella would have cheered her on.

Releasing him, she put her hands around his back and let the pulsating music guide her hips. “Let’s stay an hour.”

“Great plan.” He thrust his hips sinuously, pulling her close.

“How did you know it was me? Between the mask and the wig?” she said into his ear.

This time he made her moan by sneaking one of his hands up and cupping her chest. “I know your body. Think this would fool me?”

He must have been tired of playing because he pushed one of his legs between hers and grabbed her butt, lifting her and grinding her against his thigh. He bounced her in perfect time with the music, putting pressure on her naughty spots.

“Forty-five minutes.” Angela tucked her head against his shoulder and tried not to come in public. “Then we’ll meet at the bar by the door and leave.”