ARE YOU READY FOR SEXY FIREFIGHTERS, DIRTY DOCTORS, AND HOT COPS?

  Do you wish Grey’s Anatomy and Chicago Fire had more sex scenes – like a lot more? Maybe a hundred times more?

  Me too! I took all your favorite TV fire/police/medical drama tropes and gave you the addictive plot twists, sexy times, and drama you are dying for. (I’m a real doctor so it’s more legit!)

  So get your first taste of MetroGen Heat in this hot SHORT STORY where you stop Denny’s post ER shift and see if you can seduce the mystery woman you’ve been watching for weeks.

  Spoiler – you can!

  (Warning from Carina – the MetroGen Heat series is full of steam, twists and turns, sometimes to the point of jaw-dropping cliffhangers to be continued in the future. )

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  WANTED

  A STEAMY DIRTY DOCTOR MEDICAL ROMANCE SHORT

  METROGEN HEAT

  CARINA ALYCE

  CONTENTS

  About MetroGen Heat

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Sneak Peek

  Epilogue

  About Carina Alyce

  Need more MetroGen STAT

  ABOUT METROGEN HEAT

  There’s plenty of sexiness in Carina Alyce’s MetroGen books, but NOTHING is hotter than the MetroGen Heat series. You’ll find the naughtiest scenes, more kinks, and hot sexy guys to teach out ladies everything they need to know in the bedroom.

  I’ll even sometimes remember to include plot and a cliffhanger or two.

  (These books can be read as standalones, though their characters do cross paths since they all occur in Carina Alyce’s MetroGen Universe of romances.)

  Wanted gets you warmed up with a short TOO STEAMY story of ER doctor, Zac Newport, and the mystery woman he’s had his eye on for weeks.

  Grab the whole series for an exclusive discount at authorcarinaalyce.com/TooHot!

  To Diane for letting my ER heart sing

  WANTED

  ADJECTIVE

  desired or sought after

  Legal version – sought by the authorities in connection with a crime.

  – Goldberg’s Legal Dictionary for the Layman

  CHAPTER 1

  As far as Zac Newport was concerned, Denny’s was the best place on earth.

  Not because of the coffee.

  Not because of the twenty-four-hour service.

  Not because of the Grand Slam or the Three-Egg Ultimate Omelet.

  It was because of the African American woman in the suit who arrived every day at precisely 7:30 for breakfast and sat two tables away. Zac could have set his watch to her.

  He loved watching her set out two bags of sugar to go with her morning espresso. Once her healthy Ultimate Omelet arrived, she’d shake out four shakes of the ketchup bottle, never spilling a drop.

  Then she’d meticulously cut her omelet into small bite-sized pieces and feed herself in careful, ordered fashion. Each forkful got dipped one time in the ketchup, and the napkin stayed on her lap, lest she ruin the conservative and ubiquitous skirt-suit.

  Even her colors were muted, as the suit was always paired with a white button-down shirt. The only rebellious part of her was her heels.

  Now Zac was no expert, but the heels were something special. He’d been here about sixteen times on his month of nights in the MetroGen ER, and she’d never worn the same pair twice. The pairs ranged from sparkling silver to fire engine red. He’d nurse his cup of post-shift decaf to watch her click by on four-inch heels that showed her legs and ass to great effect.

  It should have been illegal for her to wear such drab clothing and hint at what lay beneath. Because, yes, Zac had checked out her legs, and her ass, and her boobs. She was probably a couple years older than him, and a few inches shorter, but that wasn’t a barrier to him knowing she had to be spectacular naked.

  They’d never spoken. She’d seen him watching her, yet she said nothing. Or at least until this weekend when he sat down across from her.

  The waitress came up and stopped in confusion. He said, “I’ll have the LumberJack Slam with scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, hash browns, and wheat toast. She’ll have the Ultimate Omelet with avocado and red peppers. Hold the Hash Browns and bag the English muffin. It’s on me today.”

  After the waitress departed, the object of his affection pursed her lips and flipped a strand of straightened toffee-colored hair over her ear. “That’s not necessary. I can move somewhere else if you want this table.”

  “Nah, I just felt like sitting here today.” Zac stretched his legs away from her, letting her notice how his green scrubs fit around his flat abs. “I’m Zac, third-year resident, MetroGen Emergency Medicine.”

  She darted her eyes from his body to the light skin of his arms and the silver of his hair. “Why did you feel like sitting here today, Zac, the doctor-in-training?”

  “I’m not a doctor-in-training. I’m a doctor, just an ER-doctor-in-training.”

  “Right.” She neatened her silverware. “And you are here because?”

  “Today was my last night shift in the ER for a few months. It’s a weekend, and you aren’t in a suit today. I decided to not to miss my chance to get the name and number of Ms. New Heels Every Day and likes four squirts of ketchup.”

  “If your next words are my social security number, I’m filing a restraining order.”

  “A woman who can navigate the justice system. Smart.” Zac let his gaze under his horn rimmed glasses drift over the pink shirt dress she’d worn today. So unlike her weekday clothing—except for heeled sandals.

  “I work in the city courthouse.”

  “That explains the suits but not those heels.” Zac suppressed his urge to lay a hand on her knee and follow it down to the strap of her sandal. She must have been a lawyer based on her work clothing.

  “I like heels.”

  “So do I, counselor. Especially on beautiful women like you. Legs for days.” He wouldn’t hesitate in pushing his case hard here.

  “If this is a segue into your shoe fetish, you can eat that Lumberjack Slam elsewhere.”

  “Nope. Just checking if you were as fun as your shoes hint you are.” Zac carefully placed his hand on the table near hers.

  “And?”

  “And, can the thing that is perfect become more perfect? A more perfect union?” He moved his hand a little closer.

  She shook her head. “That’s the preamble of the Constitution.”

  “Sure, I’m from Colorado, and we take a loose interpretation of the Constitution when we’re not smoking pot.” Zac wouldn’t hesitate to make jokes about his home state now that he had been transplanted to Ohio for emergency medicine residency.

  “That part is the introduction. It’s not actually law. The same way the Declaration of Independence isn’t a law. It’s an essay in a letter.” She was obviously a lawyer.

  “Guess I should have paid a lot more attention in high school civics class. You might be smarter than me.”

  “If I’m smarter than you, I’m rather concerned about the emergency rooms in our city.” She glanced down at his hand almost atop of hers.

  “I do know a lot about the human body. You can test my knowledge at any point. I’m easy like that.” Zac gave her his best grin.

  “Are you? How easy?” Now her hand was on his.

  “Pretty easy.” Zac’s smile didn’t falter.

  “How reassuring,” she said sarcastically and waved down the waitress who had arrived with their food. “Can you box everything up? We’re going.”

  “We are?” He wasn’t sure he’d heard that right, but her knee bumping into his wasn’t a mistake.

  She whipped out a platinum card to pay. “We are. You said you were easy.”

  Ms. Heels had caught him off guard. “I’m usually not that easy.”

  “We can talk about it over breakfast at my place. You aren’t the only one who’s been watching for a month.”

  “Guess we’re not watching anymore.” Zac’s heart sped up and pupils dilated as the primal urge to carry her off over his shoulder made itself known.

  She jotted info on her napkin. “Here’s my number and my address—just in case you get lost, because you don’t act that smart.”

  The waitress handed them bags of food and coffee, which Zac automatically picked up and followed her out to her car. They stopped by a deep purple late model Mustang.

  “Those are mine.” She took her coffee and omelet.

  “Let me help you.” He took the bags, set them down, and pulled her toward him. Her ample curves brushed his chest, and they shared a solid kiss.

  Zac reassessed because he’d under describe the kiss. It wasn’t solid. It was scorching, and raised his temperature so much he might have had a fever. They could catch fire in the parking lot. He’d have kept kissing her, but her warm hand was under his shirt.

  Now he was thankful that he kept up his snowboard training because he tightened his abs for her questing hand. That wasn’t the only hard part of him. Just to prove that, he gripped her butt, pushing her backward, loving how her body softened into him.

  Sexy, heels, and melting with passion. Better than anything on the menu.

  Somehow, she ended up straddling him and sitting on the hood of her car. Zac caught his breath. “Crap. We’d better stop now or we’re getting arrested at the Denny’s.”

  She licked her mussed lipstick. “You have to be actually naked for public indecency. And you usually get a ticket.”

  “Whose name will be on the ticket if I get you naked right here?”

  “Danika.” She hopped off the hood of her car, grabbed the food, and strapped in. “Better keep up.”

  “Not a problem, Danika.”

  CHAPTER 2

  They made it through her front door with a bang, picking up where they left off in the parking lot. Their lips met and their tongues danced while their hands scrambled at each other’s clothes.

  He said between kisses, “I parked out front.”

  “Sounds fine,” Danika said quickly. “Single?”

  “Yes, you?” She kissed him again for his answer.

  “Same.” She untied his scrub pants. “Condoms?”

  “Every time.” He pulled back for a second. “But I didn’t bring any. I don’t carry them to work.”

  Danika gathered her composure again lest she frighten him. Not every man could handle what a few guys had referred to as her ‘ball-busting’ mode. “Take off your shirt.”

  “As you wish.” He backed up slightly and tossed it over his head on to the floor. “I usually would have worn something nicer and showered.”

  “Shower’s over there,” Danika said, pointing behind her through her meticulously clean house. Her guest room hid the still packed boxes from her move last year. Not that he seemed to care because he was preening under her visual exam.

  As she suspected, after watching him for weeks, he wasn’t spending his time solely on doctoring. Whatever he did to work out gave him powerful chest muscles. He had a solid patch of dark chest hair which tapered down the center of his torso and past his defined abs. Overall, this fine specimen in his prime already exceeded her expectations.

  “I might use that before—” He indicated the scrub pants’ valiant battle to stay on by virtue of his hard-on.

  She came forward and traced a hand down his chest to the scar over his right hip. “What happened here?”

  “Appendix. Seven.”

  “Here?” She pointed to a scar on his right wrist.

  “Nine. Six stitches from hitting a rock while snowboarding.”

  She pumped his cock through the pants. “Here?”

  “Beautiful woman. Denny’s.”

  “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” He obeyed, and Danika fanned herself because the muscles extend into his back. Like a kitten to catnip, she planted gnawing bites up his to his shoulders.

  This is definitely what the doctor ordered. Or what she’d order from the doctor.

  “Anything you say. Do you want me to call you ma’am?”

  “Danika works. And how did you get these muscles?” She bit into one of them harder. “And your hair. What is with that?”

  He rolled his shoulders to show off. “As I said, I moved here from Colorado. I was a snowboarding instructor. I keep a bowflex and balance board at home.”

  “And the hair?” She squeezed his ass. Nice and firm. He might let her test her fantasy of bouncing quarters off that. She spanked it for good measure to see his response.

  He hissed this time. “Dye. MetroGen rules for doctors is hair must be a human shade unless it meets an ethnic requirement.”

  “And you picked silver? Not red? Not jet black.”

  “I wanted to be original. Nobody ever goes silver.”

  “Not all of you went silver.” She shoved his scrub pants to his ankles and ran a finger down his crack and fondled his balls from behind in that patch of thick, dark-brown hair. “You did your eyebrows but not here.”

  “You have no clue how many groin dye jobs gone wrong we see in the ER. Do that again?”

  “You like that?” Danika struggled to not tackle him. He didn’t mind her ass play and let her run things?

  “Fuck yeah. Too many women don’t know that the berries and not just the twig need good handling.”

  “I’m not most women.” She licked his shoulder blade. “Are you the type who needs a safe word because I’m too much for you?”

  He reached behind and spun her around, pinning her against the wall. He held her arms overhead and rubbed his dripping erection across her pink skirt. “A naughty gorgeous woman who knows what she wants is fucking hot and does not require a safe word. However, if you’re going to whip out a dildo and peg me like I’m your newest bronco, I definitely want a safe word before you give me your ball gag.”

  “I can do that,” she mumbled, shocked by the wave of lust drenching her from the tips of her toes to the tips of her breasts. No man had ever been so open, or maybe she’d been shopping for too old instead of a young eager buck like Zac. “You would let me?”

  “We’re here because I have an appetite and you have an appetite. Would an omelet satisfy it?”

  “Expect to you work for your breakfast.” She devoured his lips again. Every day she controlled her passion on the job, and here was a man chock-full of fantasy, sin, want, and desire.

  And she fucking WANTED.

  “I hope so.” He raised his eyebrows and scanned down her body. “I’m gonna lick up your sweet sugar and drink your juice. About the shower?”

  She grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him past her living room and kitchen to the bedroom. They passed her neatly made four-poster bed before she hustled him into the master bath. “Hurry up. Come on.”

  “Not yet,” he winked, setting his glasses on the sink, and her pulse raced.

  “You have one entire minute to get clean. Scrub it hard.”

  “You’re not coming in?” he invited her.

  “Not today, baby boy. You don’t know me well enough to ruin my hair.” Danika toyed with her dress, now stained with his stripe of pre-cum.

  “Take the dress off.” He closed the curtain. “Only the dress. Leave your underwear and those shoes on.”

  It took most of her willpower not to snap off the dress’s buttons. She ducked out of it and threw it in the general direction of her hamper. Her house would give a frat house vibe at this rate, but she didn’t care. “It’s been thirty seconds.”

  “God, you’re damn impatient. I’m going to love making you beg.”

  “Fifteen seconds left. Rinse off.” She adjusted her bright green bra to confirm the girls were displayed for maximum effect. While a C-cup was adequate, she hadn’t been gifted with towering height or huge boobs, though she felt her butt was appropriately generous.

  “I need a towel.” He turned off the water and stepped out. His hard shaft with its flared head still flew at full staff.

  Danika drooled over the picture he presented. Every bead of water threw his cock and his muscles, and his butt into sharp relief. Some drops clung to his faint stubble, and she could practically imagine letting his face scrape her thighs.

  An exercise of control was in order. She handed him a small hand towel.

  He took it with a smirk. “Tell me about the tats.”

  She tapped the tattooed spray of roses covering her left shoulder and forearm. “Flowers are pretty?”

  “Liar.” The towel went around his neck, then to his waist, then to his groin.

  She followed the motion of the towel as he began to stroke himself. “Roses were special to me. Lovely satin and silk on top, dangerous thorns beneath.”

  “Like someone I know in her suits and naughty heels. Can’t wait to taste that silky skin.” He jerked off the entire time he spoke. Danika’s body vibrated with arousal, desperate to rip the bra off. Only then would he get a chance to taste the skin as he’d so eloquently promised.

  “Then have your first mouthful.” She reached for the clasp on her bra.

  “No, Danika. It’s my job. You stripped me; now I get to strip you.” He dropped the towel and brought her against him. His cock caught between their bodies, and she widened her legs to accommodate him.

  “Your lips are satin.” He brushed his mouth to hers and his hand worried her nipples, which were already hard dark points.

 

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