Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 70488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Since before we officially met,” I said. “Since before you were Bernice Lee Daugherty.”
Her eyes went wide with fear for a long second, and I knew the instant the thought flitted into her head.
“I’m not your serial killer.” I chuckled. “I was deployed in Iraq the first time that I saw you on the news. You were trying to get your brother another appeal. You were telling everyone about your life, and I’d just been shot.”
She gasped. “Shot?”
“In the leg,” I said. “Friendly fire, unfortunately. Training gone wrong. One of the officers did it. They were blaming it on me.”
Her mouth fell open, and anger washed over her features.
“I took the blame, then took a discharge because I didn’t want to be in a military that tried to cover up something like that,” I said. “But while I was recovering, you came on the screen and told everyone about you. You and your brother’s story. And I realized that my life wasn’t that bad. At least I still had my life. At least I still had my family—minus my mother. But you? You were all alone. And I didn’t like that you were alone.”
Her shoulders loosened. “Are you saying that you stalked me?”
I let my hands drop from her face. “I might have stalked you. A little bit.”
She shook her head, amusement filling her features. “You’re funny.”
“I’m obsessed,” I said. “With you. With everything that you do. The way you part your hair. The way you walk. The way you smile. The way you glare. If you do it, I’m obsessed with it.”
“So what you’re telling me is that I’ve been in a five-year relationship and I didn’t even know it.” She laughed.
“If that’s the way you want to look at it,” I admitted. “So, yes. I want to ‘go steady’ with you. I want to wake up to you in my bed every morning. I want to come home to have dinner with you. I want to binge-watch a C-Drama with you every weekend. I want to sneak in sex on my lunch break. I want to meet you at your job after work so you don’t have to walk home alone. If that’s going steady, I want that.”
She threw herself into my arms and whispered directly into my ear, “Then you will have it.”
Twenty-Two
My lust for shenanigans is eternal.
—Coffee cup
Hux
“Would you mind?” she begged.
“Would I mind what?” I teased, trailing my lips down her spine.
“Giving me my orgasm,” she keened, pushing her butt up against me. “I’m almost late. I have to meet with everyone early, and you’re teasing me.”
“Teasing, or loving?” I nipped at her ass. “Because it feels like loving you.”
“Then make love to me,” she ground out, pressing backward into me again. “You’re killing me.”
I did.
I made love to her until we were both panting.
She reached for the inhaler on the end table and brought it to her lips.
I waited to pull out of her until she was once again breathing normally.
“Do you think that this will forever be a thing?” she asked.
I thought about it for a long moment before I said, “You’re the medical professional here. But if I had to guess? No. Maybe not as often as you’re having to do it now. Maybe your body will just get used to it?”
“Yeah, right,” she grumbled. “Now, let’s get the shower done so I can fix my hair.”
“You sound very enthusiastic about this,” I found myself saying.
I didn’t pull out of her, though.
I just lifted her into my arms and walked her into the bathroom, still seated on my cock.
My cock that never seemed to go down when she was in the vicinity.
“The new nurses are here today, and one of them gives me the creeps.”
“Then why are y’all hiring him?” I asked.
“Because we’re in desperate need of more staff,” she said. “We’re drowning, and we need the support staff. The one man seems okay. We had a phone interview with him. But the other? His job as a nurse doesn’t make sense. He’s a doctor, for Christ’s sake. Why would he be willing to take a job as a nurse? I mean, yes, he holds both licenses. He went from a nurse to a doctor after he realized that that was where his passion lay. But then to go back and utilize your nursing license when looking for a job in a new state? That doesn’t track. It seems fishy.”
“Someone else will come along,” I said. “This is just an in-person interview, right?”
“Right,” she confirmed.
“Then tell Odin you don’t like him after. Odin’s more interested in getting you to stay than this random man that gives you the creeps.”
She sighed. “You’re probably right.”
The shower was sadly fast and to the point.
She wasn’t the only one who needed to be at work.
I’d taken the day off with her earlier in the week where we’d binged shows again and hadn’t gotten off our asses the entire day.