Page 20 of Medical Malpractice

We were both surprised, a split second of hesitation lingering before I sank more heavily into his side, and he enveloped me.

Leo’s mouth opened a sliver to grant my tongue access to massage against his own. Broad, solid hands skirted up my arms to sink into my hair, pivoting my head at the perfect angle so he could delve in deeper. “So soft, darling. So fucking soft.”

My heart rampaged against my rib cage as lust overtook my system. It had been so long since I was touched like that, like I was precious. Taking advantage of the euphoric high, I shifted to straddle his lap, my thighs cushioning his hips between them.

Leonardo groaned as I surrendered my weight, our centres colliding, creating a sinister friction. I couldn’t help but gyrate over his impressive length.

Long-buried feelings rushed forth—longing, craving, love. And when his addictive kisses ran down my neck, my lips released reckless mutterings.

“Need your cum, Leo. Need you so fucking bad. Fill me up. I want your baby.”

His hands froze, and he immediately pulled back, tracking my face with knowing precision. “Ella?”

With my name said in that way, I knew playtime was over.

“Never mind,” I said, attempting to detangle myself, which he wouldn’t allow, keeping me prisoner in his lap, where he could read every last trace of my cold, shrivelled soul.

“Talk to me, darling,” he said, his hands massaging my body. Not needy or seductive, only comforting. It had me unravelling.

I licked my lips, tears gathering in my lash line. “I’m sorry. I-I—”

“I’m right here.”

I concentrated on my breathing, and when I had somewhat calmed down, I gave him my truth. “After speaking with Daisy about my future, I realised I still want a baby. Desperately. Leo, I want to have your baby.”

His eyes widened, features steadily morphing into shock as he processed my request.

He wasn’t expecting that.

Chapter 11

LEONARDO

“I want to have your baby.”

With those six words, my entire world shifted on its axis. Am I dreaming?

My hands cradled Gabriella’s face as my forehead bowed to hers. “Tell me this is real.”

She kissed me, all soft and sweet. “Does that feel real?”

“It feels like a fantasy—one I’ve wanted for so long.” I shifted backwards, catching her dreamy stare. “But we have to talk, Ella.”

“Your little buddy isn’t in the mood to talk,” she said, shifting her hips so her hot centre could grind against my throbbing cock.

“Little buddy does seem to be stealing all my remaining IQ… But this is important, darling. I have to know what this is before we proceed.”

Gabriella’s mask faltered, her mouth tipping down in worry, which made me rush to explain.

“Do not misunderstand me,” I said. “There is nothing I want more than to have a child with you. Our child. Fuck, you’re offering me everything—” I drew in a few deep breaths, trying to gather my thoughts so I could articulate exactly what I was trying to portray.

“I-I can’t be a quick fuck for you, Ella. I don’t think I can play the passing donor or the vacant bystander. Once I claim you, I can’t shift back to the periphery as just a friend. That might sound selfish, but I’m just trying to protect myself.”

Her chin pointed up. “You think I’ll hurt you?”

“Not intentionally, no. But you alone hold the power to absolutely wreck me, darling. So I need to know exactly what you want from me.”

Her eyes softened in understanding as she raised a palm to settle on my chest. “I froze my eggs years ago, Leo. I do have the option of sourcing a sperm donor elsewhere… but why would I settle for anyone else when I have the perfect man right before my eyes.”