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It seemed like only a few minutes before she felt someone pick her up. Opening her eyes, she looked up at Quincy’s beard-covered chin. “I can walk.”

“Or you can just relax and let me carry you,” he said without stopping.

“You’ve been carrying me a lot.”

“I like carrying you.”

She had no argument for that so she relaxed. “Okay, you can carry me.”

“Thank you very much.”

Quincy watched her sleep, afraid that if he took his eyes off her for a second she would somehow get in trouble. She really was clumsy, but he did not think he wanted her any other way. He would happily spend the rest of his life with her by his side so he could keep her out of trouble.

After a while, he pulled out his phone and went book shopping for the entire collection by Dee Carter. He then settled in to read and found himself learning more about Dolly through her writing than he expected. From what he had learned from spending these past days with her, he could see that she put a lot of herself in her characters.

At dawn, he started a pot of coffee then called room service and ordered a breakfast that would be easy for her to eat and digest. While she probably should go to the hospital and get checked out, he knew if he suggested it, she would decline, saying she was fine. Besides, he was a doctor and would be keeping a close eye on her. If she showed signs of a more serious head injury, he could always take her to the hospital, but for now, he was satisfied that she would be fine with rest and quiet time here in their room.

“What are you doing?” Dolly whispered, drawing his attention to the bed.

Quincy stood and crossed to sit on the edge of the mattress by her hip. “Watching you sleep. How do you feel?”

“Tired. Sore. Stupid.”

“Be careful or you’ll find yourself over my lap getting your ass rewarmed for calling yourself names,” Quincy said, gently brushing her hair back from her face.

“You look tired,” Dolly said after studying him for a few seconds.

Since there was no question, he decided to ignore the statement, even though it was true. He was getting too old to go more than twenty-four hours without sleep.

A knock at the door gave him a welcomed reprieve. After taking the tray of food from the man, he set it on the foot of the bed. “Breakfast and then you’re going back to sleep,” he said.

“Are you going to sleep with me?”

“We’ll see,” he said, though he wasn’t sure he would be able to sleep. Not with the vision of her being carried into the infirmary on a stretcher haunting him every time he closed his eyes.

“I think you should,” Dolly said. “I would promise to make it worth your while, but my head and butt still hurt so I don’t think I’d be very good at seduction this morning. Raincheck, okay?”

Quincy could not help the chuckle that escaped at her disappointed tone. “I’ll accept a raincheck, yes. For now, how about we eat breakfast and then take a nap.”

CHAPTER 22

When Dolly woke up two mornings later, her pain was reduced to the point that her horniness overshadowed it. The fact that Quincy was wrapped around her and his cock pressed into the cleft of her ass did not help her need to come.

He had refused to touch her in any sexual way since her fall, for which she had been grateful. This morning, though, she wanted his hands, his mouth, his cock. She lay still, not wanting to wake him until she figured out how she was going to persuade him to give her what she wanted.

It came to her a moment later. She would wind his body up so it would overrule his practical doctor-thinking brain.

She eased her way down the king-size bed slipping under the covers and slowly turning over until she was eye to eye with one very engorged, beautiful penis. Once in place, she counted to twenty-five, wanting to make sure he had not woken up. When he did not move, and his breathing remained steady, she slowly wrapped her hand around his cock and maneuvered it where she wanted. Another pause and she took just the head between her lips before swirling it with her tongue.

Quincy shifted, but only to push his hips forward, sliding more of his cock into her mouth. She welcomed his length, then began to suck on the top half of the shaft while using her hand to jack the bottom half.

“Pet?” His sleep-blurred voice called to her as a hand came under the covers to cradle the back of her head. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Reluctantly she pulled his cock out of her mouth to answer. “I hope I’m waking you up in a good mood.”

His deep chuckle had her smiling as she took him back into her mouth.

He flipped the covers back so he could see her curled up at the end of the bed. “Oh, you are, sweet pet. Are you feeling well enough for some playtime?”

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