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When my climax finally pummels through me, it’s hard and fast. I hold the head of my dick between Prue’s lips without touching them. White rivulets of cum shoot onto her lips, her tongue, sliding down her throat.
She almost spits it out, and I can’t have that. I tilt her head to the side while caressing her cheek. My soothing affects Prue’s inhales and exhales, slowing them down to a pacified rhythm.
A streak of my seed dribbles between her lips again, landing on the bed. It’s so fucking beautiful. I could die right now and be a happy man.
There’s just one more thing.
Using my thumb, I rub my remaining seed on her mouth.
The perfect lip gloss for the perfect girl.
Her lips will be chapped by tomorrow morning. But for now? For now, it’s goddamn perfect.
“Sweet dreams, Three.” I press my lips to her temple.
One final kiss. Then I cover her naked body and leave for the night.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Prue
“That’sit,then?You’reactually going to meet your dad?” Michelle’s voice comes over the phone, providing me with the mental support I’m desperately craving.
At seven a.m. on a Saturday morning.
Michelle insisted I call her as soon as I woke up, knowing I don’t have many friends. No real friends at all, to be honest, other than her. Her kindness and the moral support she’s insisted on giving me are the other two reasons I’ll never work for another surgeon.
It’s a good thing we’ve worked long hours throughout the week, otherwise, I would’ve tossed and turned all night and called her at dawn.
Thankfully, the stars have aligned, and I’ve slept throughout the night, waking up anxiety-ridden less than ten minutes ago.
“Yes, I mean, he is my father.”
The paternity test proved it. The test I pushed by paying a rush fee.
I wish I could be ecstatic about it as I should be.
But I’m not.
Theo’s on my mind. He’s occupying a huge piece of real estate like he has a right to be there. The man is there in every moment of every day, his image slithering into the most hidden crevices of my soul.
I’m happy for him, for the unreal line of patients filing in and out of his clinic, for hitting the ground running the way he has.
So, obviously, I can’t blame him for the long hours. I’m aware of how private practices work firsthand. He’s no different and definitely isn’t blowing me off.
Besides, I have my own demanding job. And for the first four days of the week, he brought me lunch.
He’s a good man.
A patient one. Too patient. I’ve missed him. Missed his intimate touch.
For the past two days, I’ve also missedknowinghe wants me.
Theo asked me out, set up a date—finally—and kissed me like I’d imagined an all-consuming, toe-curling kiss would be like. He did everything right.
Somehow, though, I still feel the attraction he had for me has fizzled out.
Or maybe he’s just busy. And patient.
