It had been over seven hours since Devon got back to the hospital. He leaned back in his chair, the sterile hum of the hospital fading into a distant drone as he ran his hands through his dark hair, still damp from the surgical cap he'd worn in the operating theatre.

The surgery had been a brutal six-hour marathon, a high-stakes ballet of scalpel and suture to reconstruct a patient's shattered femur. Now, in the quiet of his office, he turned his focus to the Brave and Brightest Exhibit, a prestigious medical conference in Geneva where he'd been invited to present the hospital .

The hospital had arranged a private jet for 11 p.m., and the digital clock on his desk glowed 10:03 pm, its red numbers a silent countdown. His leather duffel bag sat half-packed, he was zipping up the bag, when the door creaked open, and two figures slipped inside.

Helena and Sophie stood framed in the doorway, their silhouettes backlit by the harsh fluorescent light of the hospital corridor. Their gazes locked onto him, soft yet charged with an electric undercurrent that made the air in the room feel dense.

Sophie wore a signature tailored skirt suit, the charcoal fabric clinging to her curves with a precision that left little to the imagination. The pencil skirt hugged her hips, riding just high enough to reveal the smooth, creamy expanse of her thighs, each step a subtle tease that drew the eye. Her crisp white blouse was unbuttoned one button too far, the delicate lace of her black bra peeking through.

Her auburn was pinned up in a sleek chignon, but loose strands framed her face, curling against her flushed cheeks, giving her a look that was both professional and dangerously seductive.

Helena stood beside her in pale blue scrubs that molded to her body, the thin fabric outlined the full, generous curve of her hips and the plump, inviting roundness of her ass, each movement accentuating her form. Her scrub top stretched tight across her chest, her breasts straining against it, the faint outline of her nipples hardening in the hospital's cool air. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun, strands escaping to brush her neck, her cheeks flushed from a long shift.

They closed the door behind them with a soft, deliberate click, the sound echoing in the small office like a lock snapping shut. They stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes fixed on Devon, a shyness in their posture that felt staged, a hesitance that only heightened the tension crackling between them. Their breaths were shallow, their chests rising and falling in sync, as if they were already caught in the same rhythm.

Devon's gaze flicked between them, his lips curling into a teasing smirk as he leaned back against his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest, his white coat open to reveal the lean, muscled lines of his body beneath a fitted black shirt that clung to his torso.

"Well, well," he drawled, his voice low and playful, laced with a mock suspicion that carried a dangerous edge. "The last time you two were in my office together, you tried to steal something from me. What's the game now? Planning to send me to jail for real this time?"

Their reaction was instantaneous, a chorus of "No!" bursting from their lips, loud and emphatic, their eyes wide with a mix of panic and something else something that looked suspiciously like anticipation.

Sophie's cheeks flushed deeper, her lips parting slightly, while Helena's hands twitched at her sides, her fingers curling as if fighting the urge to reach out. Devon's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with mischief as he pushed the tease further, stepping closer, his presence filling the room like a storm rolling in. "Oh, I get it," he said. "You're here to make amends, then? To pay me back for all the stress you put me through? What's the offer,both of you planning to fuck me as a little thank-you for my troubles?" His words were bold, crude, a deliberate provocation to test their limits, to see how far they'd let him push.

He watched their faces closely, expecting a flinch, a protest, anything to betray their intentions, but instead, the air grew thicker, the silence between them charged with a raw, unspoken hunger.

Sophie and Helena exchanged a quick glance, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment, a silent conversation passing between them before their gazes snapped back to Devon. No denial, no outrage just a heavy, electric pause that hung in the air like a held breath.

Sophie's lips twitched, almost a smile, her eyes darkening with a heat that matched the way her thighs pressed together, as if trying to contain the warmth pooling between them.

Helena's breath hitched, her chest rising sharply, her scrub top pulling tighter across her breasts, the outline of her nipples more pronounced now, a silent admission of her arousal. Devon's smile grew, a slow, predatory curve that bared his teeth, his mind flashing to the delicious irony of it all.

Not long ago, these two had despised him, now, here they were, their eyes heavy with want, their bodies practically vibrating with a need they couldn't hide. That's what a good orgasm does, he thought, a private nod to his own charisma.

Sophie broke the silence first, "We heard you're leaving for the exhibit in Geneva. A whole month away." Her eyes flicked up to meet his, bold despite the flush creeping up her neck, her lips glistening as she ran her tongue over them, a subconscious gesture that sent a jolt through him.

Helena stepped forward, her scrubs rustling softly, her voice steadier but no less charged, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that felt like a touch. "And we wanted to thank you, Devon. For what you did with the aerothrax crisis. You saved the hospital and saved everyone." Her words were earnest, but the heat in her gaze betrayed her, her lips parting slightly, and her breath quickening

Devon didn't buy the platitudes, not entirely. He'd seen that look before the way their eyes lingered, the way their bodies leaned toward him. He took a step closer, then another, until he was standing directly in front of them, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from their bodies, to catch the faint scent of Sophie's floral perfume, sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the clean, soapy smell of Helena's skin, fresh from her shift.

His gaze raked over them, slow and deliberate, Sophie's skirt hugged her hips, accentuating the firm, round swell of her ass, the fabric so tight it seemed to pulse with her every breath. Her legs, long and toned, shifted slightly, the movement drawing his eye to the way her thighs pressed together, a subtle clench that hinted at the heat building between them, her skin flushed with a warmth that had nothing to do with the hospital's chill.

Helena's scrubs were no less revealing, the thin fabric clinging to her full breasts, the curve of her waist flaring out to hips that swayed with each nervous shift, her ass a plump, perfect invitation that begged to be grabbed. Her hair, loose now, spilled over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face, her lips glossy and slightly swollen, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths that made her breasts strain against the fabric, her nipples hard and unmistakable.

He circled them slowly, his steps measured, predatory, each footfall a deliberate beat in the growing tension. His eyes never left them, drinking in the way Sophie's posture stiffened, her breath catching as his gaze lingered on the swell of her breasts, the way her blouse gaped slightly, revealing the delicate curve of her cleavage. Helena's cheeks flushed deeper, her hands twitching at her sides, fingers curling as if fighting the urge to reach for him, her body swaying toward him as if pulled by an invisible thread.

He stopped behind them, letting the silence stretch, the air thick with anticipation, their breaths audible now, quick and uneven. Then, without warning, his hand came down hard on Sophie's ass, a sharp crack that echoed in the small office like a gunshot.

Her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips as her hips jolted forward, her cheeks flushing crimson, her eyes fluttering with a mix of shock and undeniable arousal, her thighs pressing together tighter as if to trap the heat surging through her. Before Helena could react, his hand found her ass next, the spank just as loud, just as firm, her plump curves jiggling under the thin scrubs as she let out a startled moan, her body trembling, her hands clenching into fists as a wave of pleasure-pain rippled through her, her pussy already wet, the dampness seeping through the fabric between her thighs.

Devon stepped back in front of them, his smirk wicked, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he watched their reactions, Sophie's lips parted, her breath ragged, her tongue darting out to wet them, leaving them glossy and inviting, Helena's eyes half-lidded, her body swaying slightly, her breasts heaving with each quick breath, her scrub top clinging to her skin, outlining every curve.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl. "Strip," he said, his eyes locked on theirs, daring them to hesitate, to back away from the fire they'd walked into. "Both of you. Now."

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