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“Bye for now?” he repeats as I steal a glance at him.
I shrug.
His gaze darts from my face to where Dr. Sexton is now standing, his attention completely focused on Pen and I.
I can’t tell what Gaines is thinking as he turns to exit the coffee shop as Penny pulls me toward the barista counter and the doctor she thinks is a perfect match for me.
Hours later,a single knock on my apartment door almost sends the bowl of soup in my hands crashing to the floor.
“Give me a minute!” I call out as I race to the table to place the bowl down carefully.
I was going to skip dinner after the burger lunch I shared with Pen, but since I had a small amount of leftover takeout chicken soup in my fridge, I decided to heat it up and enjoy it while watching a show.
As soon as I’m done that, it’s all in on starting Penny’s wedding dress.
I skim my hands over the denim covering my thighs.
Since it has to be Castle or Astrid behind the door, I don’t bother fixing the wayward strands of my hair that have fallen out of my ponytail.
My marathon shopping adventure with Penny didn’t result in the purchase of an ooh-la-la dress for her, but it was still a fun afternoon.
I swing the door open with a smile.
“Oh.” My eyes widen when I see who is standing there. “Hey!”
“Back up,” Dr. Morgan demands. “Now.”
I do as requested, taking quick steps backward on my bare feet.
He slams the door behind him as soon as he’s crossed the threshold.
“Strip.”
I’d ask why, but why in the hell would I do that?
I pull the sweater I’m wearing over my head to reveal a red silk bra. I keep that on as I shimmy out of my jeans so he can get the full effect of my cute matching lingerie set.
“Strip,” he repeats, his hands fisted at his sides.
I take in that sight, along with the visible tattoos on his arm. He’s still wearing scrubs and it’s a good look for him, particularly the pants. The material is straining to contain what looks like an impressive erection.
“You’re happy to see me,” I whisper as I drop my bra and slide out of my panties.
“I have an hour,” he tells me. “I’m going to sit on the couch. I want you…”
“On the floor?” I say with excitement lacing my tone. “Please.”
A smile splits his lips. “Yes, lamb. On the floor.”
I’m there before he is. He pushes the coffee table back with his shoe making room for me.
As soon as he’s sitting, I’m kneeling between his feet with my hands resting on his thighs.
With a grunt, he lifts his ass and yanks down his pants and his boxer briefs far enough that his cock springs free.
“It’s perfect,” I say. “So perfect.”
“Suck me,” he groans. “Now.”
