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“Impressive. Did you ever do actual patient care?”
“Yeah… I only moved into this position about a year and a half ago.”
“Do you miss the hands-on patient time?”
I’m surprised by his question. Not one person has ever asked me that. “I do. I talk on the phone with my patients a lot, but it’s not the same as being there and being hands-on with them.”
Bain shifts to face me and it causes my hand to slide higher up his thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Could you potentially look for a job here that lets you get back to active care?”
“It’s not a good time. My other job is helping Drake care for the boys. I mean… it’s not like a paying job, although I am living in his house rent-free. It’s why I moved here—as you can imagine with the travel, being a single dad to three boys is incredibly hard.”
“I saw you for only a few moments when you took the boys to bed at the Christmas party. You can tell they adore you and vice versa.”
“They’re a big part of my heart. They’ve had it rough. Drake’s ex-wife isn’t a good mother and has been absent for a huge chunk of their lives. I stepped in to help and well… they’re just an integral part of my life and who I am.”
“I can see that,” he says and then lifts our hands to kiss the inside of my wrist. It feels like my pulse is going to jump right out of my skin. When he drops our hands, they rest even higher on his leg. I can’t tell in the gloom of the back seat, but I think his dick is hard. If I could just move my hand a few inches—“Maybe you could find something part time in a clinic.”
My eyes snap to his. “Do you really want to talk about jobs?”
“We could talk about all the ways I’m going to make you come tonight, but I thought that might embarrass you in front of our driver.”
Oh yeah… my face flames hot that he called me out like that and I hear the driver make a choking sound. But I’m not about to let Bain control the narrative. I slide my hand over his crotch, immediately noticing he is indeed somewhat hard. I squeeze him, watching his face carefully as he inhales, nostrils flaring wide. “Maybe we should just ride in silence,” I suggest.
I slide my palm over his erection, careful not to press down too hard where the zipper is. I stroke back and forth, feeling him grow under my touch.
God, I want to undo the button and zipper, take him in my hand so I can feel the heat of his skin against mine. Bain doesn’t make any move to stop me, but he seems to not be able to talk with my current ministrations. He even shifts his hips slightly and widens his legs to give me better access. He sucks in a quiet breath and I watch as he lets it out slowly.
“Here we are,” our driver says, almost as if he’s in a panic and cannot wait for us to get out of his car.
I look out the window to see we’ve indeed pulled into the driveway of Drake’s house—or rather, my house since I’m living here now.
Bain takes my hand off his cock and threads his fingers through mine, pulling me out of the car. As we rush toward the front porch, he asks, “Your brother’s not here, right?”
Laughing, I shake my head and tug my hand away so I can grab my keys out of my purse. “No. He’s fully moved in over at Brienne’s house. We kept the boys’ rooms the same so they could stay here when he’s out of town, but he already had me installed in the master bedroom.”
Slipping the key in the lock, I go still when Bain steps into me from behind, both of his arms coming around me. Not in a hug or gentle embrace, but in a fiery grasp of possession. One hand goes to my breast to squeeze and the other straight down between my legs to cup me.
Groaning, my head falls back against his shoulder.
“Better open that door or I’m going to fuck you out here on the porch.”
I snicker and shrug his arms away, managing to turn the key. I open the door and we practically burst inside, his hands on my hips to steady me. I manage to just input the code on the alarm panel before Bain seizes me. He slings me around to face him and his mouth slams onto mine, instantly devouring me with an insatiable hunger I’ve never felt from another man. His tongue probes my mouth and our teeth clash. My head spins in wonder at how his lips can be so soft and fierce at the same time.
Tearing his mouth away, Bain looks wildly around my living room. His sense of urgency provokes a rise of lust within me and I’m kind of hoping we go at it on the floor.
Instead, he grabs my arm, walks me around to my couch and pushes me down. Bain wastes no time tearing off my clothes. He does it roughly—boots, jeans, sweater—and I have to wiggle to assist him as he peels my panties and bra off with shaking hands.
“Your turn,” I rasp as I push up from the couch and give him a rough shove backward. His eyes glimmer in challenge, but he does me a solid and tugs his sweater over his head.
God, he’s a beautiful specimen of a man. His chest is broad and sculpted, cutting down over a ridged abdomen and narrow waist. Now that I’m out of my boots, Bain is a giant before me. His arms are powerful, threaded with thick muscle and golden skin. He’s so big everywhere and it makes me wonder just how far that extends. That brief touch I had in the car wasn’t enough and I’m dying to get my hands on him.
He watches me in the glow of the single table lamp. It casts enough light that there’s no mistaking the desire and hunger I see in his eyes as they roam over my body. I know he’s trying to decide just what to do to me, but I’m not one to wait around.
I step into him, my lips pressing to the center of his chest as my hands go to the button on his jeans. It pops open with no effort and I slide the zipper all the way down.
Tipping my head back, I look up to see Bain staring at me with what seems to be a million emotions flickering over his face. Mostly it’s the way his jaw is locked that tells me he’s wound tight, so I don’t think to make him suffer.
Pushing at the denim and his boxer briefs underneath, I manage to get his cock out and just… oh damn. It’s as big as the rest of him and my body shudders at the thought of that thing driving in between my legs.
