Page 87 of Irresistible

She sticks out her lower lip. “I wish you could do a sleepover. That way you’d be here when I wake up and we could have breakfast like me and Owen.”

“That does sound fun. Maybe he can do that sometime,” Marlow says. One of her eyebrows slants up at me and it’s so damn sexy I swallow hard.

“Yeah,” I say. “I’d love that.”

Dakota grins a huge smile, strawberry ice cream peeking through her teeth.

Marlow’s is more subtle, but the promise behind those eyes makes my heartbeat skip a beat.

Both of these girls are doing a number on my heart.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN

CLINICIAN SPEAK

MARLOW

“Wyatt, please,” I whimper.

I didn’t believe I’d resort to begging, but the man has brought me to the edge of an orgasm so many times, I’m desperate.

“This is cruel,” I say louder.

His teeth nip the inside of my thigh and I arch into him, groaning when he chuckles against my skin.

“It hasn’t even been ten minutes yet,” he says, sliding up my body.

His lips are glossy from me, eyes mischievous, and his hair makes me want to jump his body right now…except he’s making us TAKE OUR TIME.

“That can’t be right. It takes me longer to get there than that, and I’ve gottenthereat least five times before you stop and make me suffer,” I whisper-shout so I don’t wake up Dakota, but I’m still insistent on getting my point across.

His smirk is so sinful and sexy, I wrap my legs around his naked torso and lock him there.

“Where is thisthereyou’re referring to?” he teases, between kisses.

“Nirvana, the abyss, the—” I gasp as he slides his hardness over my slit. “Yes,” I whisper, reassured that he’s finally giving me what I want.

“I really like this side of you, Marlow Agatha.”

Glide, thrust, glide.

“I regret every nice thing I said about you,” I pant.

My breath cuts out when he does a glide, glide, glide, thrust. My head falls back, ready to fall, and he lifts off of me, sitting up.

I lean up and glare at him, and he grins, reaching out to pinch my nipple. When he holds up a condom, I want to cry with relief. I grab it out of his fingers when he’s going too slow for my liking and enjoy the agonized groan he makes when I slide it on him. My eyebrows go up and he tries to frown, but he’s still too deep in cocky mode to fully stop smiling.

“This hasn’t been easy for me either,” he says, when I do a glide, glide, glide myself along his thick, long length. “It’s beenreally hard,” he adds.

My eyes narrow and he tries to look contrite from using the pun. I can feel the heat of him through the condom.

“I’m burning for you. Can you tell?” he asks.

Again with the grin.

Right now it’s hard to remember the scowly Wyatt I first saw.

I don’t say anything, choosing instead to play with his balls as my other hand fists around him.

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