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“For the record, I still don’t like you,” London said.
“But you don’t have to like me to fuck me.” He threw her words from Saturday night back at her.
“You got that right,” she said, wrapping her arms around his head and linking her wrists at the base of his neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to the spot underneath her jaw where his tongue was currently engaged in all kinds of delicious pursuits.
London squeezed her thighs tight against his hips. This insatiable need she had for him was, without a doubt, the most surprising and frustrating thing to come out of that stupid class reunion. But she could not deny how greedy she was for the pleasure he unleashed on her.
He reached over for his suit jacket and pulled an unopened three pack of condoms from the inside pocket, identical to the one on the nightstand that was down two condoms.
“You brought backup?” London asked.
“I didn’t reach this level of success in life by being unprepared, Dr. Kelley.”
“You’re such a cocky bastard,” she grumbled as she unhooked her bra. She nodded at the foil packet. “Get that thing on.”
He opened one of the condoms and quickly rolled the latex over his erection, then hooked his thumbs onto the waistband of her panties and tugged them off.
London hoisted herself slightly off the desk and thrust her hips toward him, pleasure seizing her limbs as he entered her. He was the perfect fucking girth. Because why wouldn’t her sworn enemy be the perfect fucking girth!
She tried to block out the fact that this was Drew, but something unexplainable denied her that ability. He was too…there. With every drive of his hips, every pull of his mouth on her nipples, he forced her to recognize that he was the source of all the blissful sensations overwhelming her.
He lifted her from the desk and carried her back to the bed, following her down to the mattress. London thrust her hips upward, meeting him as he plunged deep. He hooked his arm under her right knee and lifted it high, forcing her legs to spread farther apart as he drove himself into her over and over again.
She spiraled, the intense pleasure shooting through her limbs, making them seize with anticipation of the mind-blowing orgasm she’d already come to expect from him. It took only a few more pumps of his hips before she erupted with the most breathtakingly exquisite sensations she’d experienced since…since…
Since the last time Drew Sullivan had unleashed his magic dick on her.
He buried his face against her neck as he continued to pummel her with thrust after thrust, until his body went stiff and then shuddered violently against her. He shook with the force of his own orgasm.
“Fuck,” Drew whispered against her skin.
“I concur,” London said.
He let go of her leg and she wrapped both around him, keeping his weight pressed against her.
Over these past few months London had felt as if she’d made one remarkably bad choice after another. From accepting that first date with Craig Johnson to the numerous run-ins she’d had with Dr. Coleman. But there was one thing she was sure about: Concocting a hookup plan with Drew Sullivan was one of her smartest moves in ages.
10
At the sound of the doorbell, Drew pushed away from the small conference table and went out to answer his apartment door. He accepted the tray of breakfast sandwiches from the delivery guy and handed him a twenty.
“Um, you already tipped me in the app,” the guy said.
“Oh.” Drew tried to think up an excuse to avoid having to admit that he had no idea how the food delivery app worked. His assistant, Larissa, always did the ordering. “Yeah, I know. This is just an extra bonus for bringing these up here instead of making me come down to the lobby.”
Drew closed the door with his foot and retreated into the apartment. He and his team had a long day ahead of them. Not only did they need to discuss their first week of observations at Travis County Hospital, but they’d already been thrown a major curveball: A decrease in area population meant the hospital wouldn’t be receiving as much funding from the state this year. So now they had to brainstorm an initial set of cuts that could be made.
“I ordered some brain fuel,” he said as he returned to the collaboration room.
Five heads popped up from where his team stood huddled over the laptop of project manager Samantha Gomez. Their pensive expressions immediately got Drew’s guard up.
“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on, or is this something I should see for myself?” he asked.
Wordlessly, Samantha spun the laptop to face him and pushed it toward the center of the table.
Drew set down the tray and reached for his reading glasses that he was just vain enough to despise. Even with the glasses, he had to lean in close to the screen to read it.
When he did, his blood ran cold.
