Dr. Single Dad (The Doctors #5) Read Online Louise Bay

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: The Doctors Series by Louise Bay
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
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So fucking sexy. So wet. So very, very tight.

He’s so fucking hard and desperate and he’s going to split me in two.

He’s going to fuck me everywhere, come all over me and I’m going to beg him for more.

If feels so good to make a man like Dax wild. A man who’s normally so exacting and logical, become so passionate and undone.

He releases one of my wrists and cups the back of my neck, hard, holding my head in place, not relinquishing his relentless rhythm.

“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to watch you come.”

I feel my orgasm start to rattle deep inside me as he speaks, almost like he’s coaxing my climax into the open, a charmer to the snake, a tamer to the lion.

“Dax,” I choke out.

The vibrations across my entire body intensify, turning into shudders and involuntary shakes as my orgasm rips through me.

“That’s right, Eira. Come for me.” He pushes in again, his thrusts hard and perfect and necessary.

He cries out as I sink into the afterglow of my climax, my muscles contracting around him, milking him of the last of his.

And that’s when I hear it.

The alarm on my phone.

“Shit,” I say. “Shit, shit.” I push him away. “My phone. The alarm. We were supposed to check on Guinevere.”

I pull up my underwear and race out of the kitchen to the bedroom.

I get to her cot and Guinevere is sleeping soundly.

Guilt and confusion blanket me.

“She’s okay, Eira.” Dax appears behind me, puts his hand on my shoulder and hands me my phone.

“Yeah,” I say. “She’s okay.”

How could I have been so distracted by Dax that I wouldn’t hear my alarm? Who am I kidding? The house could have been on fire and I don’t think I would have noticed. It feels strange to be so consumed by something that isn’t about survival—to be so out of control. It feels uneasy.

Dax takes my hand and pulls me out of his bedroom.

“You have a missed call on your phone,” he says as we go out into the hall. “From Eddie.”

I look down at my phone. It’s not just one missed call. It’s seven missed calls. What the actual fuck? I dial her number but she doesn’t answer.

Shit. “She needs me,” I reply. “I’m such a selfish idiot.”

Dax tries to pull me toward him, but I push him away. “Eira, you’re allowed to miss a call from your sister. That’s not selfish.”

I swipe up to see the notifications on my phone. Eddie called an hour ago. Right around the time Dax was kissing me.

I press on her number and the phone rings again. We stand in the corridor, Dax hovering over me like he’s concerned I might lose it.

“She’s not answering. What happens if something’s wrong?”

I look up at him and then straight back down to my phone. I don’t want to see the concern in his eyes.

“Bad things happen.” I hit redial but I’m sent straight to voicemail.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Why won’t she answer? She never cancels the call.

A message pings through and I open it quickly like it’s the results of my lottery tickets.

Finally having a poo and then going to bed. Let’s catch up tomorrow. I think I’m going to get a waitressing job.

“Why does she need a waitressing job?” I ask.

“I’m still focused on the bit where she’s announcing her delayed bowel movement. Aside from possible constipation, she sounds completely fine.”

He’s right. It doesn’t sound like she’s knee-deep in serious trouble.

“Does she not have enough money?” I ask. I try to remember the last time I actually saw Eddie in person. “I haven’t seen her since Christmas.”

“Maybe you should visit.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I think I will. Tonight even.” It might be good to get some space from Dax. He’s so…consuming. All I see is him when he’s around. Being with him is like being in a fantasy land where I don’t have to worry about hard things or worries. But I need to keep my feet on the ground.

“Doesn’t she live in Exeter?” he asks.

“Right, but⁠—”

“You’re not leaving to go to Exeter tonight,” Dax says. “There will be no trains until tomorrow anyway. And you need to pack. Go tomorrow.”

I nod. “Guinevere. You need to check on her. Through the night,” I say.

“I have my alarms set up, Eira. You don’t need to worry.”

He says it like a person who’s never needed to worry. But worrying is my job.

“I need to go to bed.” I look up and meet his gaze finally. “Sorry. I’m just⁠—”

He circles his arms around me and this time I let him pull me towards him. I can do nothing but sink into his chest.

“This is not a good idea,” I say.

“What? Cuddling? Cuddling is the best idea ever.”

I sigh but don’t try to move. “You and me doing…the sex.”

“Doing the sex?” He chuckles. “Are you having an issue with the English language?”


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