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“Your cock, please.” Her eyes pinch tight. “Please give me your cock, please fuck me. Tear me in half. Anything you want, just put your dick in me.”
The growl reverberating in my chest is an inhumane one.
I steel my movements, clinging to what remains of my sanity, evaluating my options.
One, I can ignore her. Eat her out until I drag another orgasm from my sleeping beauty and leave to release my own at my place.
Two, I’ll listen to her. She might wake up—who am I kidding, she’llprobablywake up—and I’m not ready for it. Not yet.
“Don’t leave, please don’t leave, I’m so close.” Her skin prickles, her ass clenches. “I’ll say anything, I’ll say thank you for shoving your cock in me another million times.”
I bite my lip so hard I taste blood on my tongue.
Goddammit, Prue, why do you have to be so perfect that you tear down my restraint?
I’m barely hanging on as is, but I have to. Through it all, I’m sure of one thing—tonight, I’m not fucking her.
I. Am. Not. Fucking. Her.
I part her swollen pussy lips instead, sealing my mouth on her clit. I suck her hard, my eyes roaming on her lustful expression, on her heaving tits.
She shakes and thrashes, getting closer to her climax with me sucking her, licking her, owning her from the space between her legs.
I’m about to come in my jeans when she orgasms on my face. Her thighs squeeze around my ears, her scream slicing into my heart, filling it with her.
“Oh, Theo.” Her whispers and moans slowly quiet as the high wears off, as my tongue coddles rather than attacks her cunt.
“Baby.” I kiss her swollen mound, her thighs, the cute dip of her navel. Her cheeks, too. “I love you.”
After I place the cover on her sated, little frame, I leave her, ride up the elevator, and beat off three times before I’m able to cool off and am finally able to fall asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Prue
Forthefirsttwodays of the week, Theo has been constantly on my mind. Every thought has had him laced in it, one way or another.
I fell hard for him before the weekend we spent together. Now, that he’s doing everythingsoright? I’m a girl obsessed. Out of my mind in love with him.
Crazy for that man.
He’s been there for me even if we haven’t been sleeping together. Whenever he could and I let him, he’s been there.
At seven a.m. sharp over the last Monday and Tuesday, he showed up at my door. My sexy gynecologist stood there ready for work in a crisp button-down shirt and slacks, holding a breakfast for us to have together.
He came carrying steaming-hot coffee and cinnamon rolls I knew he got at Sweet Stuff—I’d told him it was my favorite, and he’d listened. We shared twenty minutes of bliss around my counter.
Both days, he complimented me on the way I look, said he missed me in his bed. I did too, and I had no trouble admitting it and other truths. I blushed furiously when I relayed the dirty dreams I had about him.
He, of course, reciprocated with his dark, predatorial look.
That and nothing else, because he respected my work ethic.
Theo respected my request for a full-night sleep as well, even though his schedule wasn’t as hectic anymore. I know I have these thirty minutes all to myself. Michelle has never forbidden me to take them. I’m the problem. I’m too invested in my job, in constantly learning, sitting in her office.
Analyzing why, for example, she suggested one woman to get a smaller implant. Or why, during surgery, she realized she could give her a bigger one without causing her damage.
I didn’t want to miss out on that information while it was fresh in her head. So, on our hectic days, I took bites between questions, then dived right back to work.
