Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Ada moaned, gripping my hips tightly and pressing herself to me as she kissed me fiercely.
“Yes please,” she whispered in a low, heated voice in my ear. “When?”
I grinned as I regretfully pulled away from her and started yanking my clothes back on.
“Tonight.”
Her eyes shone, and a little grin started to spread across her lips before she suddenly frowned.
“I don’t want to be away from you,” she said quietly, looking into my eyes. “I don’t want to leave here.”
“Then don’t.”
Her brows arched.
“I won’t be long, angel. Stay, here at the clinic. My private office is yours. Stay,” I growled, pulling her close. “Stay, and when I get back, I’ll know just where to find you. There’s a full kitchen in there, a lounge, and a full private bath if you want to soak in a tub — anything you want, sweetness.”
She grinned shyly, running her fingers up my biceps.
“I thought you wanted me to keep it there,” she purred — this seductiveness to her I hadn’t seen yet. And I fucking liked it. She blushed as she glanced down at her panties — stained and wet and clinging and molding so tightly to her tight little pussy. I could see my cum still streaked across her skin, like a mark declaring her mine.
I grinned as I pulled her close and kissed her. “I did, didn’t I? Well, should you want to get cleaned up, I guess I’ll just have to give you more of my cum, now won’t I?”
She whimpered, kissing me fiercely.
“Tonight, angel,” I kissed her once more as I finished buttoning my shirt. “Tonight, I’m coming for you. Tonight, I’m going to make you mine.”
Chapter Six
Jackson
“Jackson.”
“Jackson!”
I snapped out of the perfect, blissful haze I’d been drifting in, realizing I was still washing my hands. I glanced over at Aiden and arched a brow.
“What?”
My friend and fellow neo and prenatal doctor laughed deeply, shaking his head.
“Nothing, you were just blanked the fuck out staring at the wall. The hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing,” I snapped, finishing rinsing and then drying my hands. We were standing outside the operating room, in the dress-down room after a particularly intense job. This was what the call at the clinic had been about — a mother going into labor and the baby inside showing signs of distress. That’s where I came in.
It’d gotten hairy in there, but then, that’s when I worked my best. I’d tuned out the rest — the alarms, the screaming doctors, the screaming parents. All of it. And I’d done what I do best. The little guy wasn’t happy, but I’d gotten him breathing, gotten him stabilized, and gotten him back into his parents’ arms, and he was going to be a-ok.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s days like this when I fucking loved my job.
But Aiden was right, I was distracted. Shit, I wasn’t even here. My mind was firmly back with Ada — back with the girl who’d stepped out of my dreams and into my reality. The girl whose lips I could still taste, and whose sweet moans I could still hear, and whose soft touch I could still feel.
The girl who held my heart.
When I was in the operating room, there was nothing else but me and the job, because that’s just how it had to be. But now that I was out, she’d come rushing back into my thoughts, and I never wanted her to leave them.
“You did a kick-ass job in there, bud.” Aiden raised a brow at me, nodding his strong jaw grimly with that token dark look of his in his eyes. “That kid’s going to be just fine.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled, distracted still.
“But you’re not thinking about that, are you?”
I glanced at him, saying nothing.
He chuckled. “Well whatever her name was, I hope it was fun.”
“Easy,” I growled, snarling as my hands closed to fists.
Aiden looked at me curiously. “Shit, seems I hit a nerve.”
“You didn’t hit anything, it’s just not like that.”
He nodded. “Alright, alright, I hear you.” He furrowed his brow, like he was trying to peer into me.
“Oh what?”
Aiden laughed. “Nothing, Jackson, you’re just…” He shrugged. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you actually look happy. Careful, it might stick.”
I rolled my eyes, flipping him off as I yanked off my scrubs and started pulling my dress shirt back on.
The thing is, I was happy, and it’s something I hadn’t felt in a long damn time. But when I’d seen her in that room the first time, it’s like someone had thrown open the shutters that’d been closed and locked for so long that I forgot they even opened.
“Well fuck man,” Aiden growled. “I know you’re the keeping it to yourself type, but whoever she is, I like this on you. I haven’t seen you like this since before—”