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Connor scowled, then leaned in and kissed me slowly, biting and licking my bottom lip. I heard a soft thud as I wrapped my arms around him and brought his mouth closer.
He eventually pulled back. “Fine. But that means I get to buy you something too.” He leaned down and picked up the book I’d dropped when he kissed me.
Chapter 20
“You don’t need to leave. Sleep here,” Connor said for the third time as I gathered my things from the nightstand on Sunday evening.
“No way. I need rest and actual REM sleep. I can’t live on three hours of sleep smashed between all-night, mind-blowing sex.”
He smirked and wrapped his arm around my chest, pulling me into him. “You can sleep when you die.”
I shivered and almost caved. “How is it that you’re ten years older than me, but I’m the one who’s worn out and being the voice of reason here?” I looked back at him. “I’m so tired, I’m having waking dreams.”
He ran his nose down my throat and palmed my stomach. “Your body is telling me it wants you to stay.”
I wrapped my arm around his neck and pushed back into him. “I have clinical hours this week.”
He turned me around and licked across my lips. “Then stay next weekend. Starting Thursday night.”
I rubbed my face across his chest and breathed in his heady scent. “I’m already planning on it.”
Later that evening when I finally made it to my apartment, I was so overstimulated and tired, I crawled into my little bed and fell asleep almost before my head hit the pillow. I slept like the dead for the next nine hours.
On Monday afternoon, Connor came into the medical office as I finished up for the day. Titus had just gotten into the ice bath, and I was transcribing some last-minute notes.
When I glanced up and saw him, I did a double take. Connor looked like an actual CEO in well-tailored slacks, expensive dress shoes, and a gray button-down shirt that had probably been tailored just for him.
I leaned against the counter and folded my arms. “I’ve never actually seen you in business clothes before. You really do work here.”
He walked up, leaned into me, and gave me a long kiss. “I missed you last night. And this morning. And in the middle of the night.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Titus growled from the tub. Connor ignored him.
My knees went wobbly, but I pushed him back. “Behave yourself. How often do you work from your office here?”
He sighed and stepped back. “I can do most of my work remotely, so I don’t need to come in very often. Thank fuck.” He looked at my white consultation jacket. “I’ve never wanted to play doctor until now.”
He grabbed my waist and backed me against the counter again. The man didn’t seem to have any personal boundaries.
“We’re required to wear the jacket, along with casual business attire, during clinicals.”
“Hmm. I think just the white jacket, with nothing on underneath. And we can use your stethoscope to–”
Titus growled again from the tub. “Enough, asshole. I don’t want to hear this.”
Connor finally stepped back and turned to Titus. “You’re just pissed off because you aren’t getting any. And your biological clock is ticking.”
“I already have a kid, and I’m only two months older than you. Do you really want to remind your twenty-something little skater girl here how old you are?”
Connor grinned smugly. “You have no idea, Tremblay. You should try it with someone besides a professional escort sometime.”
Titus’s lips twitched. “You probably have to take fucking Viagra to get it up.”
“Okay,” I said loudly. “You two behave like siblings.” I turned to Connor. “Titus and I were going to grab something to eat. Do you want to come?”
Connor smiled. “Yeah, I always want to come. And food sounds good too.”
Titus snorted and I rolled my eyes.
