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)
“That was just the beginning, princess,” he purred, kissing me slowly. “I hate to leave you.”
“I understand.”
His eyes pierced into mine.
“When are you on the schedule next?”
“I don’t—”
“Tomorrow,” he growled. “You’re coming in tomorrow. Because tomorrow, I’m finishing what I started.”
Chapter Five
Aiden
The thrill of a job done fucking right always got my motor going. Being a doctor called into action, and especially where a newborn was involved, was a rush unlike anything I’d ever known.
…That was before Natalie Connors walked into my life. Because after her? Hell, after her, the rest of the world paled in comparison.
I tossed my scrubs away, waking over to the sink in the changing room and bending over it. I splashed cold water into my face, gritting my teeth as I stood and reached for a towel.
“Hell of a job back there, man.”
I turned to grin at my best friend and fellow doc, Jackson, a fertility specialist. We’d come up together, though he’d left the hospital to go head up a high-end fertility clinic in midtown as their resident medical director. But he still had his affiliation here at the hospital, and when there was an emergency like the one we’d just tackled, they tended to call the both of us in.
And he was right, we’d done a hell of a job. The baby had breached as his mom was halfway through labor, and when the little guy started have some issues with his heart rate keeping up, they called us. Things had gotten dicey there for a minute or two, but with Jackson and my expertise, both mom and baby boy were doing great.
I was happy, obviously. But like I said, where I used to get this rush and a thrill, I was having a hard time feeling it that day. And it was one-hundred percent because of her. Because my every damn thought was on Natalie. When I was in the job, yeah, I was in it and focused entirely. But now that it was over, all I wanted was her. All I wanted was to go back to tasting those lips, and feeling her body writhe against me.
I wanted the sounds of her pleasure dripping through my ears as her tight little cunt gripped my fingers so tight.
I blinked, looking up and realizing I’d basically just zoned out in the middle of talking to my buddy. Shit, that’s how wrapped up I was with this girl.
“Jackson.”
I almost laughed, as I realized he was about as zoned out as I was — the same dopey grin on his face as he stared at nothing.
“Jackson!”
He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he snapped out of it.
“What?”
I chuckled deeply, shaking my head.
“Nothing, you were just blanked the fuck out staring at the wall. The hell is going on with you?”
“Nothing,” Jackson snapped, scowling.
Well holy shit. I knew that look. Hell, it was the same as the one I was willing to bet was on my face. There was a girl on his mind too, I knew it.
“You did a kick-ass job in there, bud.” I raised a brow at him. “That kid’s going to be just fine.”
“Thanks.”
Jackson looked away, distracted, and I shook my head.
“But you’re not thinking about that, are you?”
My friend glanced up, but he kept his mouth shut.
I chuckled. “Well whatever her name was, I hope it was fun.”
Jackson whirled on me, snarling as he raised a fist.
“Whoa, easy man.” I raised a brow at him.
“Oh, what?”
I laughed. “Nothing, man, you’re just…” I shrugged. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you actually look happy. Careful, it might stick.”
And I could say the same thing about myself.
Because the truth was, while I was always proud to say how happy my job and my work made me, nothing had ever compared to the pure feeling I felt in my heart after Natalie.
Jackson tried to brush it off and flip me off the more I badgered him, but I kept going. And yeah, it was to keep the pressure off of me, and why the fuck I was smiling so damn much, because I wasn’t sure how to even go there yet, even with my best friend. What was I going to say, that she was a pati—
“She’s a patient.”
I blinked out of my thoughts at Jackson’s words before I realized he was talking about his mystery girl.
“Not the greatest PR, but people will live.”
“She’s young.”
My brow furrowed. “Shit, how young are we talking here, Brody.”
Jackson scowled that brooding, gruff scowl of his at me. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that. She’s almost twenty, it’s not like that. But still…”
“But still, you’re thirty-two.”
“Yeah.”
I mean, shit, who’d have ever thought — two guys basically married to their work and this happened to the both of us — the both of us getting all tripped up over a girl. Jackson kept rambling about his mystery woman until I basically told him to fuck off and go find her instead of shooting the shit with me.