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I choke out a moan, trying hard not to come yet.

Leah flashes me a mischievous grin as I narrow my eyes.

My hand yanks down her dress, exposing her perfect breasts, her hard, pink nipples begging to be touched. I lean up, capturing one in my mouth and sucking hard. My teeth grazes the sensitive flesh as she whimpers.

“Milk me, darlin’,” I command, my voice muffled against her breast. “Bounce on my cock and show me you want it.”

With her hands braced on my shoulders, she finds her rhythm, her knees spread wide on the smooth floor. She rises and falls, up and down, her pussy gripping me so tight.

I release her nipple with a wet pop. Pressing my face between her tits, they bounce against my cheeks as she impales herself on my length.

Her movements grow faster, her hips grinding harder.

I groan, my head falling back to watch her. “Fuck, darlin’, look at you stretched around my cock.”

With desperate thrusts, her walls tighten, her orgasm building. “Touch me,” she gasps.

I don’t hesitate. My hand slides between us, my thumb finding her clit, pressing firm circles that make her jolt and cry out. “Like this?” I growl, my voice strained, my hips thrusting up to meet her downward grind.

“Yes—yes—” she sobs, the tension coiling tight in her body, her pussy gripping me like a vice with every stroke.

She’s close—so fucking close.

“Come for me,” I command, my thumb working her faster, harder. “Now, darlin’. Let go."

She breaks, her body convulsing, her mouth opening in a scream I can’t let escape. I surge up, my hand clamping over her lips, muffling her cries as her orgasm rips through her. She’s shaking, trembling, her walls milking my cock with rhythmic pulses that destroy my restraint.

“Fuck …” I groan against her neck, my hips snapping up once, twice, burying myself to the hilt as I spill into her. I come hard and long, pulsing endlessly, flooding her with everything I have, my hand still pressed over her mouth, feeling her ragged breath hot against my palm.

She falls forward into my chest as I lay us back on the baptistry stairs, both of us gasping and coming down from the edge. I slowly remove my hand from her mouth, my fingers tracing her jaw, her swollen lips.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, my voice wrecked, my cock still throbbing inside her.

She doesn’t answer immediately. She shifts slightly, wincing at the sensitivity, and then she does something that makes my heart flip—she presses her hand to her lower belly, rubbing slow circles, and she laughs. The sound is breathless, giddy, utterly satisfied.

"Very full," she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her cheeks flushed pink. "You filled me up, Cowboy. I can feel you everywhere."

I groan, my arms tightening around her waist, holding her flush against me. "Good," I murmur into her hair, my lips finding her temple. "That’s exactly where I want to be. Stay just like this."

Chapter 36

Nick

Eleven hours and seventeen fucking minutes.

My spinal fusion turned hemorrhagic shock case kept me on pressors and the rapid infuser for hours, hanging an ungodly amount of blood while I chased her pressure, calcium, and coags. These cases can easily run eight hours without complications; getting her through eleven and safely to the ICU took everything we had. She's alive, and that makes the day a win.

My lower back and bladder strongly disagree.

Grabbing some electrolytes and a protein bar, I take a seat at a physician charting station. I remove my scrub cap, raking my fingers through my hair before massaging the tender muscles of my neck. God, what I wouldn't give to get a neck rub from—

Shit.

Leah and I were supposed to take Angus to the dog park and grab ice cream tonight. When my case first went up in flames, I managed to shoot her a quick text letting her know I’d be late. That was hours ago, and I haven’t looked at my fucking phone since.

1 New Message

My thumb taps on the notification, pulling up a two-second clip of her blowing me a kiss.