‘God, you are sexy,’ he breathes, roughly shoving his fingers through my hair. ‘Do you even know how sexy you are?’

Now this is more like it! I straddle him and he grabs my arse, squeezing it as we kiss. I feel myself getting wet.

‘God, you’re so hot.’ He pulls me closer to him. ‘You’re just so fucking hot.’

He starts kissing my neck, and I feel my nipples hardening. I push myself onto him, wondering whether I’ll have the self-control to stop. Instead, I pull my dress over my head so I’m wearing only black stockings, high heels and a black bra.

He’s a man possessed, and as his tongue runs over my breasts I realise that I’ve forgotten about anything particularly serious or work-related and that all I want to do is fuck, hard, on my couch.

I undo my bra clasp and he groans, staring at my breasts. ‘God, those tits,’ he says, smiling slightly. ‘I always knew you’d have the most perfect tits.’

He leans in, running his tongue over my nipples, and I close my eyes, trying to fight the urge to take off my stockings as well.

‘Are you wearing undies?’ he asks, feeling my naked arse through my stockings.

I sigh. ‘No,’ I say, to his obvious delight, ‘but it was just because I had a really obvious visible undie line! This wasn’t deliberate!’

Also because I didn’t have a clean pair, I admit silently.

He laughs, a deep masculine sound that makes me wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

He pulls me closer to him, and I can feel how hard he is through his pants. He slides his long fingers beneath the waistband of my stockings, and slips them inside me. I close my eyes, moving against him.

I have a vision of me at work, running from the operating theatre to the ward. I hear myself being yelled at on the phone by some overworked registrar, I see the Joker being nasty to me in theatre, I see Dr Prince and me kissing underneath a streetlight as if the world is ending. I see me six years ago, flirting with Lucas Lang and thinking he’s totally out of my league. I see everything and nothing and realise that for all the things I think I know, I actually don’t know anything at all.

Life’s a wild unpredictable beast that nobody can control, not even doctors, and it’s such a relief just to let go. Consequences belong in another time, far from this moment.

Lucas pushes his tongue inside my mouth, and I let him bite my lip, hard. I know immediately that he wants the kind of sex that I want. I want to open my legs for the man and get down on my knees in front of him.