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I bite my lip suggestively. “That can be arranged. I have some thoughts in mind.”
“Nothing that’s going to pop your fucking stitches. We need to behave.”
“That reminds me. What exactly did your father say?” “Dean Hamilton isn’t too fond of the idea. Dad isn’t head over heels with our age gap, but said it’s been pretty obvious since I tackled you and wouldn’t let you speak for yourself.”
“Makes sense.” I nod nervously as I await the rest.“But he says you’re a good guy and anyone who would go to such lengths to protect me as well as be such an asset to the health sciences department is worthy of my time.”
Definitely not what I expected.
“So you’re telling me it only took me getting stabbed to get a green light from your father?”Another disarming grin. “Something like that.”
“What’s going to happen with the rest of the semester?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Dad said he was going to come back when you were awake to unofficially talk about it.”
“I don’t want to rush anything, but that conversation should probably happen sooner than later because of your classes.”She plants a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll call him in the morning, but for now, let’s sleep.” When she curls up next to me, insisting on holding my hand, I instantly feel lighter. Whatever happens now is up to fate.
I’m not sure how long we sleep, but my guess is it’s the most she’s slept in days. I wake up to her drooling in the crook of my arm. She stirs as I laugh softly.“What’s funny?” she mumbles, half-coherently.“Just admiring your drool.”
She sits up, mortified. “Fuck.”“Relax. Don’t you remember how wet you had my face last week? Also, I think you may have stained my passenger seat.” I smirk. Her eyes heat at my words. “Don’t get me started, Tomas. I haven’t gotten past last week yet. What do you think I was drooling over, anyway?” She elbows me playfully.“It wasn’t too difficult to figure out.” "Dr. Jin says you need to eat something."
I give her a wicked smile. "I am hungry, but it's not for breakfast."
She rears back. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Don't answer that because you obviously are."
"You have the sweetest fucking pussy I've ever tasted, and I'm going to be extremely disappointed if you don't let me taste it now. My throat is dry as fuck."
She stands to get me the room service menu and hands me a water bottle. I seize her wrist. “That isn’t the type of drink I want, Olivia.”
Her eyes flash in panic as she realizes I mean business. I’d rather pop a stitch than take no for an answer right now. "How do we accomplish that while keeping your sutures intact?"
I scoff. "That's easy. Ride my face."
She blinks, flustered. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, but I am." I adjust the pillows under my head and adjust the head of the bed with a smirk.
"Straddle my face, Olivia.”
She hesitates, toying with her bottom lip, then shakes her head. "I'm too heavy. I'll hurt you."
"The only thing that's going to hurt is your ass from my palm if you don't get your pussy on my facenow."
She doesn’t argue further, just strips while holding my hungry gaze. The air is charged between us, making it feel like nothing ever changed. We're just picking up right where we left off before the fight, before the talk of ending things, before Nathan tried to kill me.
She delicately drapes a thigh over my face and I groan at her sweet smell, her even sweeter taste as she hovers over me.
"Is this okay? Am I hurting you?"
My only response is strengthening my grip on her thighs, pulling her impossibly close, and beginning an all-out assault on her clit. I ravish her like a starved man, determined to drive her to the brink of madness and desperation, to show her she’ll never fucking leave me again.
"If you don't slow down, you're going to make me come already." She warns in a breathy moan.
I stop, giving her a dumbfounded look. "You think I'm going to let you get away with only coming once? How cute." I resume licking, alternating between the tip of my tongue and sucking the sensitive bud between my teeth. I work until I find the perfect rhythm she needs, her pleasure becoming my own. She becomes more wanton, more uninhibited with every stroke, and it drives me to the brink of madness, too. I keep my pace and pressure steady as she grips the rail of the hospital bed so tightly that I wonder if she’ll rip it from the frame. Her muscles lift her from the bed and I pull her down so swiftly that I wince from the impact.
"Tomas, it’s too sensitive. I need to tap out." I skeptically let her go as she awkwardly tries to resume her place next to me. She goes to sit and her ass hits the emergency call bell. She’s half-standing, half-sitting as the nurse runs in, panicked. Her sudden appearance scares her and she falls to the floor with a surprised yelp.“Are you hurt?” I ask, concerned but trying to stifle my laugh. I throw the sheet down to her. What does it matter at this point? Her dad knows. The nurse gives a terse look before turning on her heel. “Mind the stitches, you two.” She walks out without another word.“Hopefully HIPAA confidentiality applies here.”
Her eyes graze to my erection as she climbs back to the edge of the bed.
