Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Quiet down, little girl,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Wouldn’t want anyone interrupting your very thorough exam.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she whispers. “I’ll be quiet.”
I pull back just to pound home, gripping her hips and thrusting into her, over and over. She muffles her cries into her arm, keeping her word as best she can as I fuck her hard and fast.
“Good girl,” I grunt. “So fucking good for Daddy.”
I break into a sweat. Her body takes everything I give it, sucking me in with each wet slap of our hips. Her muscles quiver around my dick. I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, knowing I’m close, that I won’t last much longer, not after missing her for two whole weeks.
“Are you ready for your medicine, Natasha?” I tilt my hips so I can reach deeper inside her. She trembles from the change in pressure. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come. Daddy’s gonna fill this sweet pussy with hot cream. Tell me what you need to get you there.”
“M-my c-clit,” she whispers.
I reach around until I find her stiff little bud. Immediately, she tightens around me. I stroke and stroke in tiny circles ‘til her pussy spasms and she comes around my cock.
My balls tighten as I follow her into bliss, shooting my load deep and painting her walls white. I continue to rock into her gently, even as the blood leaves my dick, until she turns her head and looks at me.
The pure, unfiltered love in her hooded gaze nearly knocks me to the ground. I run my hand up the center valley of her back and lower my lips to her shoulder blade.
“Fucking beautiful,” I rasp, pulling out to see my handiwork dripping out of her. “You’re so fucking stunning, Natasha.”
I can’t resist sliding two fingers inside her, moving in and out, slowly. She rocks back as I thrust forward, meeting me each time, as my come pools between her legs on the exam table.
Finally, I let her relax and help her clean up and get dressed.
“I love you, Natasha,” I whisper into her hair. She sighs, hugging me tighter.
“I love you, too, Dr. Ransom.”
“Are we really back to that?” I chuckle.
“Well, you did just give me a ‘very thorough’ exam,” she says with a coy smile.
I kiss her lips and pet her cheeks. “Did it work? Are you feeling better?”
“So much better. I’ll have to schedule a follow-up appointment.” Natasha pulls back and takes my hand, lifting it to her lips. “Can we please go home now?”
I don’t have to ask what she means by “home.” She’s talking about the lake house. The place where we fell in love, where we became a family with her best friend, my son. I give her hand a gentle squeeze.
“Yes, baby girl. We can go home.”
EPILOGUE
NATASHA
Five years later…
“Now, Natasha…” The gray-haired woman with the kind smile and cat-eye glasses looks up at me from between my legs. “You didn’t request a replacement IUD, is that correct?”
“That’s correct, Dr. Longmire. My husband and I are planning to start a family.”
“How wonderful.”
It is. Wonderful. I sigh contentedly. After five incredible—and incredibly satisfying—years with Evan, we’re finally ready to expand our little family.
“Now that the IUD is out, how soon can I get pregnant?” I ask.
“Depends. How soon can you get home?” Dr. Longmire shoots me a wink. She removes the speculum from my vagina and rolls away from the exam table. “There’s no waiting period, so you could get pregnant immediately.”
“Good to know,” I say, biting back a smile.
The rest of the appointment goes by quickly and smoothly. Once it’s over, I make a left turn out of the exam room and then head upstairs to where they keep the private offices.
On the way up, I get a text from Ollie asking if we’d like to join him and his fiancé for dinner tonight. I fire off a quick “yes” response. Evan will be pleased to see them again so soon after their engagement announcement. He was the one who introduced Ollie to Beckett, after all. Though, I like to think I played a role in emboldening Ollie to pop the question.
Things were undeniably weird right after Evan and I became official. Now that we’re married, I’m technically Ollie’s stepmom, though in practice we’re more like siblings. We haven’t decided whether our baby will relate to Ollie as a brother or an uncle figure, but that’s something I’m confident we can work out. I’ve gotten pretty damn good at this negotiation business, being a professional mediator and all.
I knock softly on my husband’s door in case he’s on the phone.
“Come in,” he calls through the wood.
I step inside his office, and the smile that greets me is like a kiss on the clit.
It’s official, my husband is the hottest doctor on the planet.