“Fuck, Shaw. So close. Please. Faster. I’m right there.” Almost whining, my body tightens as I stroke my clit in rhythm with him. Heat gathers, blood rushes, my heart pounds. I race towards the edge. Just need one more push. “Spank me. Now.”
His hand smacks down, twice. It was the push I needed. I give a long moan as I come, clenching around his cock. Waves of heat and pleasure roll through me. He jerks twice, and I feel him pulse before warmth releases inside me. He gives a long, low moan. Stroking my ass softly, he stays inside me for a minute while he catches his breath.
“Angel, I’m going to slide out now, OK?”
I merely nod my head. Speaking is too much effort right now.
As he slides out, wet trickles down my leg. I don’t move. A couple seconds later, a warm washcloth takes care of me. Flopping down to my side, I stare up at Shaw. His eyes are almost black with desire, and something else.
“I love you, Angel. Now. Tomorrow. For all time.” He sweeps my hair back so he can see my eyes clearly.
Rising, I pull him towards me. “I love you, Shaw.” Giving him a kiss, I let myself flop back down. “Can we stay here for a while? I’m exhausted.”
Laughing, he slides down onto the bed and pulls me up close to him. “Let’s take a little nap before supper, OK?” Kissing my forehead, he wraps his big body around mine and pulls a blanket over us.
CHAPTER 40
KATE
We all settle into a pattern over the next few weeks. I spend Saturdays and Sundays at the ranch. Shaw and I often go horseback riding or fishing. Lev and I cook together and plan out his new winery. Lowell and I read, play chess, and plot out books. It’s been incredible. Thayer and I have become colleagues and friends, sharing medical journals and watching movies together. Thankfully, I don’t see Collin at all when I look at him anymore. Even though he hasn’t removed the contacts around me yet. We both know his eyes will take some time.
Thayer’s been back at the office now for two months. And in that time, we’ve gotten to know each other’s medical expertise. We often bounce treatment plans off each other, and it’s a relief to have someone of his experience backing me up.
It’s Friday, and we’re walking through a final recap of our patients for the week. “Mr. Carlisle doesn’t have any past history of blood pressure issues, does he?”
Rubbing his chin, Thayer responds. “No, he’s healthy as a damn horse. I don’t know how, because his diet sucks, he rarely exercises, and he drinks like a fish. Why?”
“He asked me for a prescription for Viagra.”
Spitting out his drink, Thayer roars with laughter. “That sly dog. I wonder who he’s dating?”
“I could have sworn he said Paula? Anyway, I’m guessing it’s fine for me to get him a prescription.” I jot down a note to call in his new prescription.
“Paula? Our office manager Paula?” His face is shocked as he questions me.
“No, you think?” Trying to picture those two together, my mouth twists, trying to hold back my laughter.
