Page 174 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Personally, I quite like them there. And you seemed to like it when I was giving them.”

“Is this how it works with the famous Dr. Erotic? You take women home, have insanely amazing sex with them, but before the night is through, you leave your mark?” I put a defiant hand to my bare hip, and he grinned.

“Insanely amazing sex?”

Oh, shit. Jesus, Harlow.

“You know what I mean.”

He raised a cocky brow. “I’m not sure I do. I’d love to know which parts, specifically, were insanely amazing.”

I rolled my eyes and ignored any and all land mines I was sure to step on if I delved into that conversation. “You gave me hickeys, Scott! I’m not going to stand around stroking your ego!”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said with a smirk. “You stroked me enough last night to last a lifetime.”

I groaned in annoyance. He was like an overgrown kid. “Are you always this annoying in the morning?”

“Probably.” He shrugged. “No one has ever been around to let me know before.”

I’m sorry…what? He didn’t notice how momentous that statement was in my head, obviously. Because if he had, he wouldn’t have kept fucking talking. “Does it help if I tell you I made breakfast?”

I schooled my face into neutrality as my mind whirled over the fact that Scott never kept women around until the morning, and yet, here I was. In the morning.

Just focus on the breakfast, Harlow. You like food. Focus on the food. I could think about the rest of it later—or never.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Scrambled eggs.”

Eggs? Bo-ring. I yawned. “Meh.”

“With bacon,” he added, and I shrugged in indifference.

He smirked. “And pancakes.”

Wait…pancakes?

I fought the urge to drool, and my eyes perked up of their own accord. “Just plain pancakes?” I questioned skeptically.

He shook his head with a smirk. “Blueberry.”

Oh, hell fucking yes. Plain pancakes were one thing, but blueberry pancakes were a whole other level of I can’t resist them.

“Coffee?” I questioned, and he nodded.

“Freshly brewed and ready.”

“Fine,” I agreed and strode toward the doorway with my shoulders and chin held high. “You’ve convinced me,” I said generously as I came to a stop in front of him. “But I’m only agreeing to the breakfast for the pancakes and coffee. Not for the conversation.”

He grinned and, without warning, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward his body. My feet stuttered to comply, but he didn’t even give me time to refuse before his soft, full lips were pressed against mine. A soft lick later, I opened to him, and his mouth claimed me in a mind-altering kiss that knocked me straight off my game.

His hands followed suit, sliding up my bare back with a soft, seductive, knowing touch, and instantly, I shivered.

When his fingers slid into my hair, his tongue still dancing with mine, a moan left my throat before I could stop it. God, this man can kiss. My motherfucking toes curled into the plush carpet of his bedroom.