He shrugs his shoulders. “Usually, you tell me if you guys have plans together. I didn’t know he was even at our house until I walked in on you three, laughing and enjoying dinner together. Then, I found out you three played hooky together all day.”
Reaching out to him, I place my hand in his. “It all happened at the last minute. It slipped my mind to let you know. But also, I didn’t think it would have mattered.”
He looks over at me with knitted brows. “Why wouldn’t it matter?”
“I guess because Kai has been around before, and I’ve been around Kai without you before.”
“But you usually tell me. This time felt off because I knew nothing, and I found out by walking in on it all.”
I lean closer into him. “Trust me, babe. There is nothing you need to worry about. I’m all yours, and only yours.” I straddle him and stare into his eyes. His gaze is full of lust. He bringshis hands up to the back of my head, pulling me closer. Our lips meet and our tongues tangle together.
“You better be all mine,” he whispers against my lips, his voice deep. He threads his fingers through my hair, deepening our kiss, as the tension between us builds into something more intense.
“Always.” My lips brush against his.
His hands run down my body, sending waves of tingles across my skin with each touch. Slowly, he slips his hands beneath my nightgown, lifting it over my head and letting it fall away. The warmth of his chest presses against me, and the sensation of my bare skin against his makes my breath catch as the intensity between us deepens.
“Prove it,” he says, his voice low, his eyes captivating.
I lightly tug at his hair as I feel the heat building between us. He pulls me even closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly. The thickness of his cock is pulsing against my center. I reach down and free it from his boxers, feeling the wet spot that’s already forming.
He groans softlyat my touch, his desire sending chills down my spine. His body tenses slightly beneath my fingers, then he melts into me, his body full of submission. The way he trembles speaks volumes about my effect on him. His intensegaze focuses on me, as if he’s lost in the moment, unable to resist our connection.
I press his cock against my clit and massage it against myself, letting my tension build. His hands move along the curve of my waist, and his breathing becomes deeper. I feel his chest rise and fall against mine, the closeness making my heart pound. I lean up and direct his cock toward my slit until it reaches my center. I ease my way down his dick, stretching myself to take his thickness.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“Let me show you how much I’m yours.” I slide my tongue against his neck, his spicy body wash lingering on my tongue as I work my way to his lips.
His hands find my breasts, kneading them as our need for each other intensifies.
My back arches, bringing my chest closer to him as my inner thighs work to keep the rhythm I've fallen into. A flood of heat rushes through me, my body reacting to the desire between us. My center contracts with eachmovement, creating a pulsing sensation that grows stronger with each thrust. I grip his shoulders,and my nails sink gently into his skin as I let the feelingtake control. Each thrust of my hips elicits a groan from him, his hand steady on my hips. As my climax takes control, my entire body shakes uncontrollably.
Dropping my head to the crevice of his neck, my chest rises and falls with the aftermath of my orgasm. His strong hands hold my waist tightly, anchoring me as he pumps harder, his movements driven by pure, animalistic need. With each thrust, he hits new spots inside of me, and his breath becomesragged, his groans filling the room as he loses himself in the moment. His arms flex as he keeps me steady, drawing me closer with each muscular movement. I can feel his pace growing faster as his head falls back, revealing the curve of his neck, and a loudsigh escapes his lips. His warmth surges within me,sendinga wave of relief and pure bliss through both of us.
Blakely
“You won’t believe who’s here!” Paige says as she storms past me, takes a seat at her desk, and rests her head in her hands.
Paige and I are still as close as ever. When Kai and I split, she was by my side, helping me through every breakdown I had. She never once judged me for all the times I wanted to run back to him. She even followed in my footsteps to become a medical assistant. After high school, she didn’t know what she wanted to do. Since the medical assisting program wasn’t that long, she did that. When I left my job at the surgeon’s office, she got me a job at a family practice she was working at called Family First Medical. We both work for Dr. Peterson. It worked out perfectly, because he was only looking for a part-time assistant, and I wanted to work part time so I could spend more time with Amari. And since moving in with Liam, I was able to do that.
“Who?” I ask.
“The doctor shopper.” She groans.
“Oh, no.” I sigh.
She shakes her head in frustration. “I don’t understand why Dr. Peterson keeps seeing her.”
Every now and then, we get patients who doctor shop. That’s what we call it. They shop around for doctors, trying to get any kind of pain medicine the doctors will prescribe them. They come in with excuse after excuse as to why they need pain pills. Some even purposely hurt themselves to get a prescription. Dr. Peterson has had to turn some patients away and give them resources to rehabs. He’s a very kind and caring doctor and gives his patients multiple chances—too many chances, if you ask me—before sending them away. The lady Paige is referring to still comes around because he hasn’t turned her away from the practice yet.
“He’s way too nice,” I say, logging into our EMR system to see who’s on the schedule for today—aside from the doctor shopper. “How did your date go with that guy you were telling me about? What’s his name again?” It’s so hard to date nowadays. Everything is done on dating apps now, and it’s becoming less about finding true love and more about finding quick hookups—regardless, if the people are married or single. I’m so glad I found Liam, so I don’t have to keep going through horrendous dates.
“David.” She groans. “The nerve that some men have is baffling.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“For one, he’s married,” she says as she continues typing.
