Page 74 of Dr. Single Dad

“Those fucking knickers.”

I look down and then hook my thumbs through the sides and pull them up. The light pink has turned magenta.

Dax’s growl gets my attention and as I look up, he’s opening the condom packet. I hook my thumbs back into the sides of my underwear but he stops me.

“Leave them on.” He lifts me onto the counter, rolls on the condom and before I can ask him if I’m sitting on the cheeseboard, he pulls my underwear to the side and plows into me like the world is about to end and I’m the last thing he’s ever going to feel.

“Fuck, Eira,” he hisses through his teeth.

I’m clinging onto consciousness, fighting every urge I have to cry out. Partly because I don’t want to wake Guinevere and also because I don’t know if I could put myself back together if I letmyself feel everything right now. I may not be able to go back to being the old me if I allow Dax to take me over so completely.

My skin vibrates from my fingertips to my clit, but maybe it’s not me. It could be that the entire world is shaking right now. Maybe we’re in the middle of an earthquake and I’m just assuming it’s down to the great sex. He pushes his hands over mine where they’re gripping the counter and circles my wrists, pinning me in place. Keeping me in this exact spot because it feels so good. He slams into me again and again and again as he mutters a string of profanities into my ear.

So fucking sexy. So wet. So very, very tight.

He’s so fucking hard and desperate and he’s going to split me in two.

He’s going to fuck me everywhere, come all over me and I’m going to beg him for more.

If feels so good to make a man like Dax wild. A man who’s normally so exacting and logical, become so passionate and undone.

He releases one of my wrists and cups the back of my neck, hard, holding my head in place, not relinquishing his relentless rhythm.

“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to watch you come.”

I feel my orgasm start to rattle deep inside me as he speaks, almost like he’s coaxing my climax into the open, a charmer to the snake, a tamer to the lion.

“Dax,” I choke out.

The vibrations across my entire body intensify, turning into shudders and involuntary shakes as my orgasm rips through me.

“That’s right, Eira. Come for me.” He pushes in again, his thrusts hard and perfect andnecessary.

He cries out as I sink into the afterglow of my climax, my muscles contracting around him, milking him of the last of his.

And that’s when I hear it.

The alarm on my phone.

“Shit,” I say. “Shit, shit.” I push him away. “My phone. The alarm. We were supposed to check on Guinevere.”

I pull up my underwear and race out of the kitchen to the bedroom.

I get to her cot and Guinevere is sleeping soundly.

Guilt and confusion blanket me.

“She’s okay, Eira.” Dax appears behind me, puts his hand on my shoulder and hands me my phone.

“Yeah,” I say. “She’s okay.”

How could I have been so distracted by Dax that I wouldn’t hear my alarm? Who am I kidding? The house could have been on fire and I don’t think I would have noticed. It feels strange to be so consumed by something that isn’t about survival—to be so out of control. It feels uneasy.

Dax takes my hand and pulls me out of his bedroom.

“You have a missed call on your phone,” he says as we go out into the hall. “From Eddie.”

I look down at my phone. It’s not just one missed call. It’s seven missed calls. What the actual fuck? I dial her number but she doesn’t answer.

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