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She quivered in my hold, as if remembering our night at the office. After fucking her over my desk, we’d made love on the couch. The lustful night was just a prelude, though, because I needed her again. I needed her in my bed.
“No, James. You fucked just right.” She sighed. “Like I said, stay alive this weekend. And how could I complain about being stuck in an elevator with James Bond?”
“Interesting. Did you know Bond’s women fucked him at his command?”
“You mean like dogs? Is that what you want?”
“No. I want much more than a bitch. I want a fierce, powerful mother who listens to her instinct, and that’s you. I wantyou, Laura.”
She shifted away. “What were you doing with my parents?”
“Interviewing them for your job. Honestly, I thought you’d be more interesting,” I lied. She was so fucking interesting I had no spare tires for the ones she’d blown in my mind. “What were you doing at the hospital if not to reconnect with your parents?”
She waved her hand in dismissal. “Woman stuff. Fibroids from too many tampons. Ninety-five percent of women develop one of more uterine fibroids during their reproductive lifespan.”
“That’s a lot, and you’re right. I didn’t want to know.”
“Truth is, I’ve been having stomach pains and had to check them out.”
She swayed on the balls of her feet until the elevator opened, and she stepped out. I followed her down the parking aisle. “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“What did they find?”
She gulped. “Gas.”
“Gas?”
She nodded and winced in pain, grabbing her right side.
“You all right?”
“Yeah. Let’s hope it’s not an appendix.”
“Maybe it’s more gas.”
“What did you eat?”
“Nothing different.”
“Well, what are you doing now?”
“Going home. I have a million and a half responsibilities awaiting.” She grabbed her side again.
“Okay, I’m driving you home. When does this fibroid pain go away?”
“I’m praying the answer is soon. Are you sure you want to spend time in a closed vehicle with a gassy woman?”
I reached out my hand for her car keys and took her hand in mine. “I’ll have someone drive your Wrangler home before the end of the day.”
“Thank you.”
We walked to my car, and my phone rang the moment I pulled out of the garage.
“Hi, Daddy,” Kensi chimed through the Bluetooth speaker.
“Hi, baby.”
