Because he wanted me more than anything else.
And I wanted him, was willing to torch my career for it.
I yanked down his pants and felt his hard shaft in my hands. He kissed my neck then pulled my hair as I stroked him. I let out soft gasps when his hands moved between my legs, and I realized I was soaked—almost embarrassingly wet. I didn’t think I could feel better, at least until his fingers began to tease me, rolling around my stiff clit as I stroked him faster, moaning into his kiss.
“We both know this won’t end well,” he whispered as his fingers moved up inside of me, making my back arch. He bit my nipples and teased them with his tongue as his fingers worked their magic. He was a surgeon, a man that worked with his hands, and he knew exactly how to use them to his advantage—and how to make me feel like heaven was wrapping itself around my body.
“I think this is going to end perfectly,” he whispered, grinning. “I think you’re making all the right moves.”
He chuckled and I moaned as he did something unbelievable with his thumb. “You know what I mean. You’re going to come for me, and I’m going to come inside of you, and when we’re finished we’re going to do it again, and again, and nothing will be fixed. We’ll be back where we started.”
“Does it matter?” I asked. “We have right now.”
“I can’t think that way.”
“Try.” I stared into his eyes and kissed him.
He moved me to the couch, and he tried.
His mouth between my legs, his fingers, and lips. He gave me what I wanted. Everything drove me wild, until he slid himself between my legs and filled me on a single thrust, both our bodies together, and moans dribbling from my lips. He took me deep and slow, deep and slow, and we built into our own rhythm.
The world ceased to matter.
“From the first second I saw you, I wanted this,” he whispered. “From the first time I tasted you, I wanted more. And now, I know I can’t stop.”
“You think I’m ruining you,” I moaned.
“No, but I’m afraid I’m ruining you.”
“Good,” I said. “Ruin me.”
Sweat dripped down between my breasts as he fucked me. His body was immaculate, a gorgeous shrine to perfection, and I felt every inch of him, his skin, his hard cock sinking deep between my legs. I writhed my hips, moving with him, and I tumbled down into that dark pit of pleasure, where nothing else mattered except for the sounds he made and the pleasure I felt.
I rode him and his tongue rolled around my nipples.
He turned me around and spanked me hard, until my ass was red and raw.
And when I finally came, pleasure exploding through my body like an anchor dropped through the sea, writhing along the full length of his hard shaft, I knew he wasn’t kidding: when this was done, there’d be more.
He came next, deep inside of me, and we collapsed onto the couch together, breathing hard.
I kissed his chest, then his chin. He kissed me back and cupped my ass. I straddled his leg, feeling that incredible floating stillness that always came over getting off.
“There has to be another way,” he said, staring up at the ceiling.
I moved up and bit his shoulder gently. He smiled and pulled my hair. I nuzzled against him. “There’s got to be someone willing to help.”
“Someone that doesn’t want to be a part of Caroline and Gina falsifying papers.” His breath was a steady rush of air in my ear. The apartment felt so tiny then, sunk down to the space between us. “The Tippetts won’t care.”
“What about that private investigator?”
He paused, and it sounded like his heart skipped a beat. “He doesn’t have any reason to lie for them.”
“I was kidding. They’re his clients.”
“But he wouldn’t be willing to break the law for them. I mean, would you do a surgery you knew was going to hurt someone, even if they wanted it?”
“No,” she said. “But it’s not the same thing.”
“Maybe it is.”
I sat up on one elbow and looked at him thoughtfully. “You want to approach him.”
“I want to try.” He shrugged and grinned at me. “Want to help?”
“Of course,” I said. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
I wasn’t happy that he’d gone behind my back to make a deal with Rees. It felt like shit, actually, that he considered leaving my life entirely.
But as soon as he looked at me with those pleading eyes, so wracked with guilt and desire, I knew I couldn’t hold out for very long.
There had to be another way through this, and if anyone was going to find it, I had to trust it would be him.
28
Piers
“How, exactly, do you plan on finding that private investigator?” Lori asked.
I crossed my legs at the ankle and stretched. Doctors, nurses, and patients bustled past. I got more than a few strange looks, and I probably deserved it—usually, when a doctor got suspended, they didn’t come back and sit outside of the hospital on a bench.
But I’m not just anyone.
Although I did feel strange. There was some small part of me that was actually ashamed to have been suspended—even if it was not my fault at all, and there was nothing I could have done to avoid it. My coworkers didn’t know that, and coming back like this probably looked more than a little weird. In fact, I bet some of them thought I was going to make a scene.
That wasn’t remotely my plan.
“He was hired to follow me,” I said. “I don’t think I have to find him at all.”
She laughed and shifted her body to face me. “So let me understand this. Your whole plan is we sit here until he shows up.”
“Yep, pretty much.”
“Genius. The simplicity is almost too much to handle.”
“I know, I’m pretty amazing.”
She sighed and leaned back, kicking
