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Doc carefully set her feet on the floor. “No, Isa, I haven’t done this with any nymph.” He searched her eyes. His reputation clearly preceded him, and his beautiful Irish princess was skeptical. He couldn’t blame her.
“What do they call you?”
“Who?”
She gave him an exasperated huff. “The nymphs.”
“Oh, erm, just Doc. Or Doc O for, um, obvious reasons.”
“And the women before me?”
He ran his hands through his hair.This woman will be the death of me.
“O’Brien, usually.”
Rubbing her lips together, Isa walked to the other end of the pantry. “I want to call you something different.” She met his gaze. “Please.”
He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “All right, princess, what’s your poison? Macha man? Doctor Sexy? Hot biker? Those are all available.”
She closed the distance between them and lightly nipped his bottom lip. “When I come, I want to call you Doc T.”
For a moment, Doc wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. No woman had ever called him any variation of Tad during sex. His teasing smile slipped from his face. “What?”
“Please?”
“Why would you want to?”
Isa cupped his jaw. “Has anyone ever called you that?”
“No.”
She pressed her lips to his again. “That’s why. I want to be the first and only.”
His head spun at the notion. Somehow, she had figured out his kryptonite: his name. No one ever called him by it. Especially during sex. He’d always gone by one nickname or another. She was so perfect for him it hurt.
He wrapped his arms around her waist before he could stop himself. “All right, princess.”
She grinned and pulled him down to her mouth. He overwhelmed her lips in the next moment, never getting enough of her candy taste. He’d be damned if anyone else ever called him Doc T. He was Isa’s now, and he didn’t want to let go of the sensations she caused in his body and heart.
Not giving a damn, he yanked at her tight leggings and spun her around. His cock was sheathed and inside her sweet pussy before her throaty moan reached his ears. Isa gripped the shelf in front of her to steady herself. Cans toppled over, hitting the ground and rolling.
Thrusting in and out of her harder, he relished the first, second, and third time his princess screamed his name for the whole damn house to hear.
28
Isa
“This place is incredible.”Isa grazed her fingers along the railing that led to the tattoo parlor attached to the bar. She’d only seen the place once, during her tour, and heaven knew she wasn’t paying attention to anything other than Doc.
“Legs and Snoopy run the shop most of the time, but Hawk is the best artist here.” He nodded toward the man currently bent over a male client, tattoo gun in hand.
Hawk jutted up his chin and grinned. “Fuck yeah. And they know it too.”
Isa perused the wall behind Hawk. It was covered with Polaroids of his clientele and their new tattoos. She had to admit, they were pure art. “You’re amazing.”
Hawk wiped the tattoo he was working on and met her gaze. “That’s what all the women say.”
Doc cleared his throat behind her, but Hawk didn’t seem to take that as a threat.
