Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Whoa,” he murmurs, his hand squeezing mine a bit. “That’s got to be a tough gig.”
“It can be. But I’m not actively in the office practicing. I’m actually working remotely for the clinic I worked for back home in Minnesota. I’m a patient liaison so I help cancer patients coordinate other services, like psychological counseling or arranging transportation for treatment. I help them navigate insurance and find discount medications. Stuff like that. It’s mostly phone work, talking to patients and holding their hands virtually.”
“Impressive. Did you ever do actual patient care?”
“Yeah… I only moved into this position about a year and a half ago.”
“Do you miss the hands-on patient time?”
I’m surprised by his question. Not one person has ever asked me that. “I do. I talk on the phone with my patients a lot, but it’s not the same as being there and being hands-on with them.”
Bain shifts to face me and it causes my hand to slide higher up his thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Could you potentially look for a job here that lets you get back to active care?”
“It’s not a good time. My other job is helping Drake care for the boys. I mean… it’s not like a paying job, although I am living in his house rent-free. It’s why I moved here—as you can imagine with the travel, being a single dad to three boys is incredibly hard.”
“I saw you for only a few moments when you took the boys to bed at the Christmas party. You can tell they adore you and vice versa.”
“They’re a big part of my heart. They’ve had it rough. Drake’s ex-wife isn’t a good mother and has been absent for a huge chunk of their lives. I stepped in to help and well… they’re just an integral part of my life and who I am.”
“I can see that,” he says and then lifts our hands to kiss the inside of my wrist. It feels like my pulse is going to jump right out of my skin. When he drops our hands, they rest even higher on his leg. I can’t tell in the gloom of the back seat, but I think his dick is hard. If I could just move my hand a few inches—“Maybe you could find something part time in a clinic.”
My eyes snap to his. “Do you really want to talk about jobs?”
“We could talk about all the ways I’m going to make you come tonight, but I thought that might embarrass you in front of our driver.”
Oh yeah… my face flames hot that he called me out like that and I hear the driver make a choking sound. But I’m not about to let Bain control the narrative. I slide my hand over his crotch, immediately noticing he is indeed somewhat hard. I squeeze him, watching his face carefully as he inhales, nostrils flaring wide. “Maybe we should just ride in silence,” I suggest.
I slide my palm over his erection, careful not to press down too hard where the zipper is. I stroke back and forth, feeling him grow under my touch.
God, I want to undo the button and zipper, take him in my hand so I can feel the heat of his skin against mine. Bain doesn’t make any move to stop me, but he seems to not be able to talk with my current ministrations. He even shifts his hips slightly and widens his legs to give me better access. He sucks in a quiet breath and I watch as he lets it out slowly.
“Here we are,” our driver says, almost as if he’s in a panic and cannot wait for us to get out of his car.
I look out the window to see we’ve indeed pulled into the driveway of Drake’s house—or rather, my house since I’m living here now.
Bain takes my hand off his cock and threads his fingers through mine, pulling me out of the car. As we rush toward the front porch, he asks, “Your brother’s not here, right?”
Laughing, I shake my head and tug my hand away so I can grab my keys out of my purse. “No. He’s fully moved in over at Brienne’s house. We kept the boys’ rooms the same so they could stay here when he’s out of town, but he already had me installed in the master bedroom.”
Slipping the key in the lock, I go still when Bain steps into me from behind, both of his arms coming around me. Not in a hug or gentle embrace, but in a fiery grasp of possession. One hand goes to my breast to squeeze and the other straight down between my legs to cup me.
Groaning, my head falls back against his shoulder.
“Better open that door or I’m going to fuck you out here on the porch.”