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“Semi-trust,” she reiterated. “You’re better than a stranger I pick up at a bar.” She cocked her head to the side. “Although, I kindadidpick you up at the bar tonight, didn’t I? Or you picked me up.” She waved that off. “It doesn’t matter. The important thing is that after we sleep together, I won’t have to worry about awkward run-ins in the hallway at work.” She nodded toward his foot. “How’s that ankle feeling? You think it will hold up?”
“I don’t know what kind of kinky stuff you’re into, but my ankle isn’t the body part you should be concerned about, Dr. Kelley.”
Her brow arched with mild irritation. “Are we doing this or what, Drew?”
Drew couldn’t help but think of those long-ago nights he’d spent in bed, praying his mother didn’t come into his room and discover him damn near bruising himself as he self-pleasured his way to sleep with thoughts of London swimming in his head. After all this time he finally had the chance to experience the real thing, and she thought there was a question as to whether he would be interested?
He thought about Monday and what her reaction would be when she discovered that she would, in fact, have to encounter him in the hallways at work. At least on a temporary basis. Members of his team would be at the hospital most of the time, but he would be required to be there for the occasional meeting over these next three to four weeks.
“Uh, London, before we do anything, maybe we should talk about the work I’ll be doing while in Austin. You should know that…”
Drew’s voice trailed off. He stared at London in awe as she reached behind her head and unhooked the clasp at the base of her neck. She shrugged her shoulders out of the jumpsuit and shimmied her hips, letting the sparkly material glide down her legs and pool onto the floor at her feet. She stood before him in a sheer bra that did nothing to hide her deep brown areolae. The matching panties didn’t hide much either.
His pulse pounded as he drank in the sight of her.
“You were saying?” she asked.
He would figure out how to deal with the fallout on Monday.
He clutched her hip and pulled her to him. “You’re damn right we’re doing this.”
4
The effort it took to lift a single eyelid gave London insight into how the rest of her day was likely to progress. On the bright side, there was a delicious ache to muscles she had not used in far too long. She wanted to savor that feeling before the reality of what she’d done sank in.
Too late.Waytoo late. Her mind began to bombard her with screenshots from last night.
Drew Sullivan. She’d given her goodies to Drew fucking Sullivan.
Her archnemesis. Her biggest rival. The boy she’d wished death upon after every single test and quiz she’d taken her senior year of high school. Who would have thoughtthatbastard could give her enough orgasms in a single night to make up for her yearlong dry spell?
“Shit,” she cursed.
“Good morning to you too.”
She cocked one eye open and looked to where he stood, just a few feet from the bed. He wore a pair of slate-gray pajama pants and nothing else. His abs were so chiseled they looked unreal.
But she now knew that every inch of him was real. Decadently real. Amazingly, toe-curlingly real.
London pulled the sheet up over her head. “I can’t believe I slept with you last night.”
“Technically, you didn’t fall asleep until well into the morning.”
“Ugh, please shut up, Drew.” She lowered the sheet, tucking it under her chin, and raised up on her elbows. “Is that coffee I smell?”
“I had some brought up. Do you want breakfast?”
“No,” she said. “What I want is hot coffee in a to-go cup. And then I want you to turn around while I get dressed and out of this room and, hopefully, to not see you again for another fifteen years.”
“You sure about that? You went without sex for only one year and look at how thirsty you were last night. I think we should make this a monthly thing. I’d say weekly, but I know how busy you are, saving lives and all that.”
And this was why she couldn’t allow one night of his acting like a decent human being to erase who he’d been fifteen years ago. This was the real Drew Sullivan.
“I really can’t stand you,” London said. “I don’t care that you have a magic dick, I still cannot stand you.”
His sexy grin made her growl.
She tore the covers away, not caring that he wore pajama bottoms while she walked around his room naked, in search of her underwear.
