Page 292 of The Doctors Will See You Now

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.

It’s no wonder I let him give me hickeys and fuck me stupid last night.

His mouth moved from my lips to my jaw to my neck, a slow, perfect path to get his warm breath to my ear. Goose bumps skated across my skin. “I thought last night was insanely amazing, too, Low. You were insanely amazing,” he whispered. “And just so you know, I’ve never given a woman hickeys before in my life. You’re a first.”

He pressed one last soft kiss to my still-wanting lips and then leaned back with a smirk. And before I could stop him, he snuck a quick spank to my bare ass and strode down the hall and toward the kitchen.

“Hey!” I shouted toward him, and he just chuckled.

“C’mon, feisty!” he called over his shoulder. “Let’s eat some pancakes!”

Normally, I’d do the opposite when someone was trying to boss me around. Normally, I’d be stubborn and tell him to shove his breakfast food up his ass.

But pancakes.

Blueberry pancakes.

Yes, I was just doing it for the blueberry pancakes. For distraction.

Too bad him making me breakfast, as it turns out, is an even bigger deal for him than letting me stay until morning.

My asshole mind really knew how to bury the lead.

I finished changing into my scrubs and tossing my shit into my locker before pulling my iPad out and connecting to the internet.