Chapter 75: Tsunade Checkup [Part 1] [18+]

The click cut the office off from the rest of the hospital.

Tsunade didn’t hesitate. She used her grip on his silk tie to drag him down and kissed him like patience had finally become useless.

The kiss was not gentle. It was exhaustion finally finding somewhere to go. She tasted of fermented sake and bitter black coffee, her teeth scraping against his lower lip with a starved urgency that completely ignored the mountain of paperwork surrounding them.

Ren let her dictate the pace for exactly two seconds.

"For the record," Ren breathed against her mouth, his corporate mask slipping but not quite breaking, "this is not standard investor treatment."

Tsunade’s response was to bite his lower lip. Hard enough to sting.

His next joke died immediately.

Ren’s hands found her waist before his mouth had even caught up. He gripped the stiff fabric of her medical coat and kissed her back hard enough that she pushed him another step toward the desk. His tongue slipped past her lips, tasting the hot interior of her mouth.

Tsunade let out a ragged breath, her fingers tangling into his dark hair. She walked him backward across the linoleum, her grip unyielding until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the heavy mahogany desk.

Ren shifted his stance. He gripped the sides of her waist, his thumbs pressing into the curve of her hips, and lifted.

For one sharp second, her dense chakra flared—a combat instinct instinctively resisting being moved. Then, she allowed it, yielding her weight as he hoisted her up and sat her firmly onto the polished wood.

The desk groaned beneath them. Casualty reports and supply manifests slid off the edge. Papers scattered across the floor in a chaotic flutter. Somewhere under Ren’s heel, a reconstruction ledger crumpled.

Neither of them cared.

Tsunade’s legs parted, wrapping tightly around his waist to pull his hips flush against hers. The flex of her thick thighs against his ribs was a stark reminder of her strength. She was willingly caging herself against him, but the sheer physical power coiled in her legs made it clear she was still the one in charge.

She yanked his silk tie the rest of the way off, tossing it blindly over her shoulder. Her strong fingers moved with none of the patience she used in surgery. She tore the buttons of his charcoal vest loose, gripping the collar of his white dress shirt and pulling it open to expose the warm skin of his chest.

Ren’s hands slid under the wide lapels of her wrinkled grey medical coat. He pushed the heavy fabric off her broad shoulders, trapping it at her elbows to restrict her movement, before his hands moved lower.

The sterile bite of bleach faded beneath heat, sweat, and the sudden closeness of her body.

He slid his hands down to the hem of her dark grey skirt. The skin of her bare thighs was burning hot to the touch.

Ren hooked his fingers against her entrance. Her panties were already wet from her heat.

Tsunade caught his wrist.

Her grip was like an iron vise. Ren froze, looking up.

For one second, the Sannin was back in her eyes. Her amber gaze was hazy with arousal, but the absolute command in them had not gone anywhere.

"Slowly," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous register.

Ren’s smile flickered, then returned. "Now you care about procedure?"

Her grip tightened on his wrist, her nails digging just enough to make him feel it.

"I care about making you regret every smug word you said in my office," she whispered.

Suddenly, a shadow passed under the crack of the door. The distinct sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, accompanied by the muffled squeak of a medical cart being wheeled past.

They both froze.

Neither of them moved a muscle. The chaotic reality of the hospital triage was mere feet away, separated only by an inch of oak wood, while the Chief Medical Officer sat on her desk with her legs wrapped around her primary investor.

The footsteps slowly faded down the corridor.

Tsunade didn’t let go of his wrist.

She waited until the footsteps faded completely.

Then she pulled him closer and whispered against his mouth, "Now. Slowly."

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