PROLOGUE
JORDAN
Two Years Ago
“Your ass looks spectacular in those scrubs,” I whisper in my fiancée Allie’s ear as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind in the empty doctors’ lounge. Allie sucks in a breath as she spins around to face me.
“Jesus Christ, Jordan. You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry, baby girl, but you know how I get when I see you in scrubs.”
Allie smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m a surgeon. I wear scrubs every day. I would have thought you would be used to them by now.”
I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. “The day I don’t love the way your gorgeous ass looks in scrubs will be a sad, sad day.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Just in scrubs?”
I scoff. “Fuck no. It looks incredible in everything. I dream about your sweet, perfect ass. Touching it.” I slide a hand down over one round cheek.
“Biting it.” I pinch the other cheek and relish in the shiver that works its way through her.
“Fucking it.” I glide a finger down the crease of her ass over her scrubs and Allie’s eyes heat, even as she gives me a wicked grin.
“Let’s put that on the menu for later.”
I drop my head back and groan up at the ceiling. “Shit, baby girl. I’m an hour away from starting a twenty-four hour shift where my first surgery is an eight-week-old with pyloric stenosis. I need to focus on a very, very tiny stomach and small intestine, except now all I’ll be able to think about is your tight ass squeezing my cock.”
Allie pats my cheek. “Be a good boy and fix the baby. In three days when we’re finally done working opposite shifts and get to be home at the same time, I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”
Fuck, I love her so damn much my heart practically explodes with it even as my cock twitches in my own scrub pants. “Anything?”
“Literally anything.”
“You’re on. Buckle up baby girl, because shit’s going to get wild.”
Allie presses closer to me and leans up to kiss my jaw. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
Grinning, I bend to kiss her. I mean for the kiss to be short and sweet; I swear I do. But when I feel Allie’s full, soft lips against mine, I can’t help but cup her cheek and tilt her face up to take the kiss deeper. She opens for me the second I glide my tongue along her lips, and I groan into her mouth. She tastes like coffee and the cinnamon gum she always chews after a surgery andmine.
Need swamps me.
It doesn’t matter that we’re in the doctors’ lounge on the surgical floor of the hospital where we both work, or that literally any of our colleagues could walk in at any minute, or that in an hour I have to operate on a tiny baby. Every time my lips are on Allie’s, we are the only people in the world. It’s just us—my hand on her face and my arm wrapped around her waist to pull her close and her arms around my neck, playing with my hair the way I love.
When we finally break apart, I push a piece of blonde hair behind her ear and glide my fingers over her jaw, keeping my gaze on hers. Her ocean blue eyes are hazy from the kiss and a little red-rimmed from her long shift. Cupping her cheeks with both my hands, I glide my thumbs over the dark smudges under her eyes.
“Tired, baby girl?” I murmur. As chief of pediatric cardiothoracic surgery, not only does she operate, but she manages an entire team of surgeons who perform some of the most complex, intricate surgeries in the world on the tiniest hearts and lungs. She’s such a badass, and I’m never not in awe of her.
She blows out a breath and closes her eyes for a second, leaning into my touch. “Exhausted. It was a rough one.”
“Come sit.” I lead her to the couch in the center of the lounge. I wish I could carry her to our bed and hold her while she sleeps for twelve hours straight, but since that’s not in the cards right now, this very uncomfortable couch will have to do.
Pulling her down to sit, I wrap an arm around her and guide her head onto my shoulder. She curls up next to me and lets out a soft sigh, her body melting into me.
“What are you even doing here?” she asks, her voice muffled by my scrub top. “You’re not on for an hour.”
I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head, taking the hand she has resting on my chest and running a knuckle over the diamond on her ring finger. We’ve been engaged for a while, but seeing it there still gives me a little thrill. “Missed you. Working opposite shifts blows. I wanted to see your face.”
I can feel her smile into my shoulder. “I’m glad you caught me then. I have dinner with Molly tonight. She’s picking me up here in like forty-five minutes.”
