Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah, I am. You ready to get something to eat? I’m not working with a lot of time here, and I want to enjoy as much of it as possible with you.” I lower my head, grazing her lips and feeling the tip of her tongue glide along my lip. A growl rumbles through me. Holding back isn’t an option at this point. My hand wraps in the back of her hair as I deepen the kiss, my tongue chasing hers, and I feel her fingers dig into my skin. I’m seriously pissed at the fact today isn’t a hospital round day. I’d be wearing a fuck of a lot less and could get away with not being seen for half the day.
“I’ve got some news I want to share with you,” she says in between breaths.
“Yeah, what’s that?” I say, pecking at her lips. I lower myself into a haunch, watching for any signs that shit didn’t go as well as she hoped for. Fuck that, as good as I hoped for. When I took a step back from being on her charts, it also meant Gallo zipped his lips. A double-edged sword, to say the least.
“The cyst isn’t cancerous, and I’m good to go back to light duty at LITHE. Which means desk work.” She makes a disgruntled face at the last part. I get it; Shae likes to keep moving. I’ve watched over her the past few days, making sure she didn’t overdo it anytime she mentioned going for a walk or doing some stretches. Moves that did absolutely nothing for my cock. I swear when she so much as breathes, my dick comes to life.
“Fuck, baby girl. That’s the best goddamn news of the century.” We’re going to be celebrating, too, not for lunch but definitely with dinner.
“You didn’t know already?” I shake my head in response. “Really? I figured you and Doctor Gallo would share notes.”
“Not when it comes to you. At least since we’ve been together. And the minute you were discharged from my care, I made it perfectly clear to Gallo, too. Now, if you want to add me to your chart, I’ll be able to see, but even then…” I take a breath, watching as her cheeks pinken with color. When we parted ways this morning, she’d still been at my place, preferring to spend time there opposed to her apartment. Shae now has a remote to the garage and the elevator code to use at her disposal. I suggested she pack a couple of outfits and her toiletries instead of driving back and forth every day, and lucky fucking me, she agreed.
“I’ll add you to my chart. You might have known early if I had, and it would have helped ease the worry. About lunch, can we stay here, order in, instead of rushing around to grab food, scarf it down, and rush back?” The shorts Shae is wearing bunch up, showing me more of her firm thighs. My palms itch to trail up them, to pull her down into my lap and allow her to feel what she’s doing to me.
“Fuck yeah. What are you hungry for?” I lick my lips, and she follows the movement.
“The next two weeks are going to be hell.” She squirms in her seat, legs pressing together, and the shirt she’s wearing does nothing to hide the fact that her nipples are tight, practically begging for me to wrap my mouth around them.
“Two weeks?” I’m too enraptured in Shae sitting before me, far too consumed with the beauty before me.
“Well, Doctor Gallo says I’m healing nicely. The bleeding has all but stopped, the likelihood of having children is very high, and I shouldn’t need any help. Though, he can’t guarantee that until I get there.” She looks optimistic and happy, making me feel the exact same way. We’ve yet to talk about children. Bringing the subject up while she’s been waiting on today’s results would have been an asshole move. “He also said I should be cleared for everything by my next follow-up appointment, you know, in two weeks.” Her hands drop to the tops of her thighs, a slim finger tracing designs on one, the other staying in place.
“Something tells me we’ll be counting down the days, me more than you.” My hands wrap behind her to cup her ass and pull her close while I’m on my knees before her. I’d much rather she were naked, legs propped up on the arms of the chair, her cunt on full display, bare, greedy, me watching as wetness drips from between her spread thighs. I’ve yet to have my mouth on her, but the wait will be more than worth it.
“I highly doubt it’ll be you more than me. I’ve already added the date to my calendar with an alarm.” She might have me beat there. I also have a desk calendar. Never use the fucking thing, probably will now, crossing off each and every day.