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I pulled my mouth away from Pru’s and found myself staring into the angry, pissed off beyond belief eyes belonging to Kelley.
“I do believe that’s inappropriate to be doing at your place of work,” he huffed.
I looked around the abandoned hallway. “This portion of the hospital closes down at five. And, I’m sorry to say, we weren’t doing anything inappropriate in the first place. Had clothes started to come off, then it would’ve been inappropriate.”
Kelley’s eyes narrowed.
But before he could get a word in edgewise, I caught Pru by the wrist and tugged her along with me. “I hope you like cold Chinese food.”
She made an agreeing sound in the back of her throat and quickened her step.
I picked up my pace with her, and not a minute later we were outside where the security guard was standing vigil at my bike.
“You left the keys, I was concerned,” he explained his actions.
“Oh, you’re just the sweetest thing ever, Mr. M!” Pru teased.
The door behind us whooshed open, and I turned to find Kelley making his way out. He didn’t say anything else, but his glare said enough.
He didn’t like me.
The feeling was mutual, though. I sure as fuck didn’t like him.
“Hop on and I’ll give you a ride to your car. Then I’ll follow you home,” I instructed.
She didn’t waste time, practically hopping on it like an excited child.
Grinning because I couldn’t help it, I got on the bike behind her and started it up.
“My dad and I used to do this,” she said seconds before I started the engine.
She pointed me down a long street, then around the corner of a building where her car—a 1970 Buick painted an olive green—lay in wait.
I grinned at her explanation for parking so far away.
“It’s just that I don’t like people parking next to my car. My dad and I spent a lot of time on this bad girl, and I don’t want anything to happen to it. I love it so much,” she explained.
I patted the outside of her thigh. “There’s no shame in loving your car, honey. Especially when you have such sentimental value in it.”
Looking up at me, she pressed a kiss to the underside of my chin, then poked a small spot right next to where she kissed me. “You have a spot right here that no hair grows.”
I grunted out an affirmative sound. “Never has. I’ve given up on any sprouts coming in there. That’s why I keep this.” I grabbed the longer part of my beard. “So long because it covers up the bald spot.”
“So it’s kind of like a comb-over for your beard?” she teased.
I dug my fingers into her ribs, causing her to shriek with laughter.
She looked so fucking pretty right then that I couldn’t help myself. I had to kiss her.
Guessing my intent, she tilted her head back and turned slightly, allowing me better access to her mouth.
I took possession of her lips, deepening the kiss while also allowing my hands to slide up her sides.
I didn’t move them around her front, but I wanted to.
Especially when she shifted on her seat in an acrobatic move I would’ve been proud of had I not been thinking with my dick at that moment in time.
One second she was facing the correct way, and the next she was kneeling on the bike’s seat between my legs, her at a higher vantage point, making me lean my head back now.
Then she took possession of the kiss, pulling back slightly to tug on my bottom lip.
My hands clenched into fists against her sides, and even though it made my bad arm thrum with a dull throb, I didn’t let up. Because if I let them go, it’d be all over her.
Her hands went to my hair, and she pulled. “How much longer do I get to enjoy this hair?”
I grinned against her lips. “Not much.”
That was a lie. Kind of anyway.
My hair came and went depending on whether I was allowed to have it during whatever mission we were on. I did what they told me to do, and if they told me to shave it all off and have a clean, baby face? Then I’d do it.
It’d hurt my heart, but I’d do it.
Luckily, those ops were few and far between.
I hadn’t had to actually shave all the way down to basic training standards grooming in a really long goddamn time.
A flash of lights had us both turning to look at the set of headlights that were pointed in our direction, and again I saw Kelley.
“Son of a bitch, does that fucker ever go away?” I grumbled, sounding as exasperated as I felt.
“No,” she answered, giving me one last chaste kiss on the mouth. “Now, follow me home so I can eat whatever you brought.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
Two hours later, I was aware of a few things that I hadn’t been before.
