Page 59 of Accidental Doctor Daddy
She arched a brow. “Maybe.”
I let my hand drift higher. My fingers found her already wet and eager, slick heat welcoming me. I teased her, circling slowly, then slid a finger inside, deep and easy.
Her breath hitched, hips rocking into my hand as she clung to me.
“If I drag you beneath me and make you moan my name,” I murmured darkly against her ear, “you’ll be begging to say yes before you even remember the question.”
Her breath came faster, pupils dilating. “You’re cocky.”
“No,” I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. “I just know what you sound like when you fall apart for me.”
A shaky breath escaped her. “God, you’re trouble.”
I slid a second finger inside her, stretching her just enough to make her gasp against my mouth. “So, is that a yes?”
Her lips brushed mine, teasing. “Yes.”
I groaned, claiming her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss as my fingers worked her deeper, slower. She trembled beneath me, clutching my shoulders as if I were the only thing anchoring her to the bed.
Her breath hitched. “Dom?—”
“Shh,” I murmured. “Let me show you how serious I am.”
She whimpered when I pressed my fingers deeper, feeling how wet and ready she was. I shifted above her, grabbing her thigh and hitching it around my waist. With one slow, long, deliberate thrust, I slid inside her, feeling every inch of her around my cock, tight and hot.
She arched beneath me, nails digging into my back as she moaned, head falling back against the pillows. “God, you feel?—”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
We froze, panting, eyes wide.
I dropped my head to her chest with a frustrated groan. “Are you kidding me?”
Another round of knocks followed, this time more insistent, accompanied by a muffled voice, “Ella? You there? It’s me, Carrie!”
In the next room, the twins’ cries exploded like an alarm bell.
Ella’s eyes went wide. “Oh, shit—it’s Carrie.”
Carrie. Seth Bowan’s wife. Ice shot through my veins. If she saw me here—shirtless, fresh from Ella’s bed—the fallout would be catastrophic. Ella had been my patient. There was no way to make our being together okay in any professional sense of the word. The promotion would be Seth’s without a doubt.
“I have to hide,” I muttered, already reaching for my pants.
But Ella caught my arm, eyes pleading. “Yes, but—just go. Closet. Now.”
I paused, reading the panic on her face. This wasn’t just about my job. She was terrified of something else entirely.
“Ella, what?—”
“Please, Dom. I’ll explain later.”
I didn’t have time to argue. Another knock rattled the door. Carrie’s voice followed, chipper and way too close. “Ella? You in there?”
I swore under my breath and grabbed my shirt, ducking into the tiny closet as Ella scrambled to tie her robe.
In the dark, crammed between coats and a pile of baby supplies, I pressed my back to the wall, heart hammering.
Outside, Ella opened the door, voice all sunshine and nerves. “Carrie! What a surprise.”
