Ella's moans turned into desperate cries, her nails raking down my back as another orgasm built fast. I fucked her faster, harder, the obscene sound of her soaked pussy squelching around my thick shaft filling the air.
"Come on my cock again, baby. Let me feel you milk me."
Her walls suddenly convulsed violently, squeezing me in rhythmic spasms as she came hard, screaming my name. The intense grip pulled me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and erupted, flooding her spasming pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum until it overflowed and leaked down her ass.
We stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick with sweat and sex, hearts hammering against each other in the afterglow.
Chapter Thirty
Ella
The morning mist wrapped around Manhattan as I stood outside the Pearson Test Center, checking the documents in my clear plastic bag—everything I needed for my nursing license exam.
"You got your passport? Your ATT authorization?" Lucas hovered at the entrance like an overanxious parent. "And are you sure you don't want to review those materials one more time? Those med school professors I know predicted a bunch of questions. They're all on your tablet..."
"Lucas." I turned around, amused.
"Ella..." He said my name like a plea.
"Stop fussing." I couldn't help smiling. "Trust me. I've been ready for a long time."
My fingers tightened around the plastic bag as I waited for the proctor's signal. "This nursing license isn't just a piece of paper. It's been my dream since I was a kid. I want to help patients with real knowledge and skill when they need me, not just write checks as Mrs. Rockefeller. Sure, donations matter, but that's not my personal value. Only by truly understandingthe medical system can I make sure our family's money goes where it needs to—helping the people who actually need it."
Lucas went still. He bent down until his nose almost touched my forehead. Morning light carved out his sharp features, and those eyes that usually ran cold now held enough warmth to drown in.
"You're an angel, Ella," his voice dropped low, that dangerous proximity making my heart skip. "Go on. I'll be right here when you come out."
I rose on my toes and brushed my lips against his cheek, trying to steady the flutter in my chest. If I failed this exam, Lucas scrambling my emotions would definitely be a contributing factor.
I carried the ghost of his warmth into the testing room.
The atmosphere inside was suffocating. Electronic lockers slamming shut, security asking cold questions—every step reminded me how serious this was. I sat at the computer. The NCLEX-RN splash screen appeared.
When the first question loaded, the world went silent. A question about medication priorities for acute MI. All those late nights studying, all those skills I'd learned caring for Maya—now they became weapons at my fingertips.
I gripped the mouse. My hand trembled slightly, but my mind was razor-sharp. The computerized adaptive test was a torturous beast—the better I did, the harder the questions became. Complex case studies piled up. Multi-trauma triage. Psychiatric emergency interventions. My stylus flew across the plastic writing board, calculating IV drip rates. I gave every question everything I had.
Time slipped past with each blinking cursor. Five hours felt both endless and fleeting. I lost count of how many questions I'd answered, only knew I'd fought for every single one.
Then, on a complex postpartum hemorrhage case, the screen flickered and went black. My heart stopped.
No, no, no.
I raised my hand. The proctor came over.
"Screen went out," I said, forcing my voice steady.
She looked at the computer, tapped a few keys. "System glitch. Hold on."
Those five minutes felt like five hours. I sat there, palms soaking, nearly dizzy, every worst-case scenario sawing through my brain on repeat.
What if my answers weren't saved?
What if the system crashed?
Finally, the screen came back to life.
Thank God. Auto-save had my back. Everything was still there.
