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“First, you’re going to need to pick me back up.”
As if she were light as a feather, he lifted her back up and her legs encircled him again.
“Press me against the wall like before.”
He did as directed, and she gasped now at the feel of the cold against her bare back, but then his hot mouth was on her neck. She still had her bra and panties on, but it only added to his teasing. As his thumb ran across her nipple through the thin material, it budded into a tight tip under his attention.
“What next?” he asked between kisses along her throat.
His mouth dipped lower, and he caught her aching nipple in his teeth, then bit down before letting his tongue soothe the tight bud. She reached between them to pull her panties to the side and could feel him twitch.
While still holding her up by her bottom, he pulled back enough to angle himself to slowly slide along the length of her slick heat.
“You are going to pay for that,” she breathed and used her knees to squeeze his hips as she lifted herself up with one bounce, taking all of him in one fell swoop. He bucked up, pushing her hard against the wall and gritted out her name, which she barely heard over her own cry of pure pleasure. They stayed there, him deeply seated, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Their chests heaved as she met his eyes, and he eased in and out with luxurious strokes.
Much later, when they were both done catching their breaths, Margo lay on top of Drake with their bodies pressed together, his fingers in her hair, running through the wild mess of knots they’d created. With her ear pressed to the center of his chest, she could hear his heart beating steadily.
“Did you figure out what job you want to go after, or did you just miss me?” Drake said.
She smiled.
“I have an idea of where I’d like to land, but I’m not sure it’s really feasible. I’d rather talk to the director on Monday before I get my hopes up.”
“I get that. I’m here to support you in any way, and I won’t take the ER job unless you’re sure you don’t want it.”
“What if I said I wanted to do Doctors Without Borders?”
Drake rolled her onto her back and hovered above her, his eyes searching hers.
“I’d say let me go with you, please.”
“You would do that?”
Drake’s arms balanced his weight above her, his hands were in her hair, thumbs on her cheeks, and a small smile pulled at his mouth.
“Let me be very clear, Dr. Monroe, I don’t want to be separated from you ever again. I may have been a fool for ten years, but that guy is gone. I’m moving back for you whether I take that job at Mercy or not.” He kissed her lips with a worshiping touch. “Margo, I’m in love with you, and I think I always have been.”
The swell of tears slid down the sides of her face.
“I’ll do whatever it takes for us to be together,” Drake said.
“Who knew all I had to do was mention a third-world medical position to get you to profess your love for me?”
“You minx,” he said with another kiss.
“I love you too, by the way. I never stopped, and I never will,” she said.
“Merry Christmas to me.”
“To us,” Margo said.
“Oh, that reminds me.” In the next moment, Drake was peeling himself off her and jumping out of bed.
He strode back into the living room naked and then returned with his pants in his hand.
“That reminded you, what?”
“An early Christmas gift I found you,” Drake said, climbing back onto the bed.
