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“Let me see.”

Micah laughs me off. “You should see the other guy.”

I level Micah with a glare. I went to school for this shit. Clearly he’s injured, and he’s trying to play it off like I’m stupid.

I’m not stupid.

He’ll let me take care of him, or so help me, I’ll tie him to this damn bed and then take care of him. Micah isn’t in control of this part of the game. I am.

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

“Take off your shirt.” Maddox is all business with a demanding look in his eye.

Immediately, I obey. We were just interrupted, but fudge, he looks hot like this. I toss the shirt across the bed. “See, just a bruise. I’ll be okay.”

Maddox frowns. He reaches out with two fingers and presses on my abdomen. It hurts a little, but all I can focus on is his warm touch and attention. That and my throbbing dick.

Fudge. I’m gonna need him to go back to that. Like, right now.

“Does any of this feel numb?”

”No.” I watch him as he studies my torso intently. “I’m fine, I promise. We can continue.”

“Don’t move.” Suddenly, Maddox is up and leaving the room.

I get up to chase him, then stop myself. No, I’ll show him I can be good. I sit back down.

Maddox comes back in with a bag, and my brain shorts out. Shnikies, he looks hot.

“Good boy,” Maddox says.

Well, hot toddies.

With monumental effort, I swallow, my mouth a mixture of salivating over how hot he looks and dry mouth over how hot he looks. What is happening right now? I mean, sure, I wanted him all up in me, but did the universe hear my second-best dream of having a hottie take care of me? Winnnnn.

Maddox sits next to me. “Cough.”

My brain fills with images of what happens to an asshole when you cough. Without thinking, I open my mouth and say, “You were just there, you’d know if there was anything in there.”

There’s a moment of silence in which I realize that once again this should have been a foot-in-mouth moment, and something that looks a lot like amusement flashes over Maddox’s face before he tries to cover it up with annoyance.

A thrill of victory rushes over me. He thought that was funny. “Remember, you’re legally contracted to laugh at my jokes.”

“Cough.”

I comply.

“Did that hurt?”

“Nope, butthole’s fine.”

There’s that twitch again, but this time he can’t hide the full smirk. “I meant your chest, smartass.”

“Oh.” I grin. “I mean, a little.” I couldn’t care less though. I have Maddox here with me. Whatever Arthur did to me is in the past.

But Maddox seems to care. He puts the stethoscope in his ears, warms the diaphragm on his hand, then puts it on my chest. “Breathe in for me.”

Yes, Daddy.