Page 16 of Mountain Beast

Shit. I’m still at fucking work; I can’t drop everything for sex.

“Damn it. Hang on,” I tell him. “Seriously?” The name on my phone does not help my libido.

Briggs freezes at my tone. “What? What's wrong?”

“It's my ex-husband, Jason.”

“Why the hell is he calling you?”

“How should I know?” I say, irritated. More at Jason than Briggs, but still. It’s not like I’ve got ESP.

Jason has messaged two more times since the initial incident at the rage park. The same cycle over and over again of pleading, refusal, guilting, then capitulation and shame.

Swiping the green button on the screen, I answer, “Hey, what's going on?” I squeeze my thighs together to try to get Briggs to stop what he’s doing between my thighs, but he ignores the silent demand.

“Geez, Autumn. Is that any way to greet your husband?”

“Ex,” I remind him breathily. I fall to my elbows on the exam table as Briggs rubs his roughened fingertips over my clit.

What the hell am I doing? Isn’t this pushing the bad girl thing too far?

“Babe, come on. You know I still love you, and you love me too. Don't deny it.”

Maybe I love him in a nostalgic I've known you for years sort of way. But I'm not in love with Jason. That ship sailed a long time ago. If I admit that what I felt for him was truly love and not just obligation.

“Jason, I'm at work.” Getting fingered by a gruff mountain man.

“Okay, okay. I just wanted to see how you were doing. How's the practice?”

“You called to…” I choke on the next word as Briggs drops to his knees behind me. The feel of his hot breath coasts over my pussy.

Stabbing the mute button, I twist my neck to glare down at him. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” I whisper as if Jason can hear us.

“This is my appointment, Dr. Landish. I'm just making the most of it.” He leans forward with an insolent smirk and buries his face between my thighs until I can only feel his mouth sucking at my clit rather than seeing anything.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Autumn? Autumn, are you still there?”

Hitting the unmute button. I manage a few words. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Can we talk later?”

“Come on,” Jason whines. “You can't be that busy in podunk High Ridge.”

I grit my teeth while Briggs growls between my thighs at the insult.

“Actually, I'm doing quite well here. And it's not a podunk town. It's very charming.”

“I think you're mixing it up with Suitor’'s Crossing,” he says as if he believes the town next door is any better. He and my parents are city folks. Part of high society, or at least as high as it can be around here.

“Jason, I don't have time for this. Or whatever problem you really called about to have me fix.” I really don't, because talking is getting more difficult the longer Briggs is down on the floor beneath me.

I should just hang up the phone now that I know it's not an emergency. Jason will be pissed and he'll probably try calling back, but this time I'll know to ignore him. But even as I go to follow through on the plan, I hesitate.

Because a sick part of me finds the situation kind of hot.

My ex-husband on the phone annoying me like usual. While a sexy mountain man is on his knees pleasuring me with his mouth.

Something Jason rarely did.