Page 20 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

My gaze narrows. “Define ‘among others.’”

“Sleep stress. Moving to New York stress. No personal life whatsoever stress, so of course relieving the stress is the body’s natural response after so long…”

She stops and freezes again, the stricken realization forming that she said too much—and I catch on.

And it drives me insane.

“How long, Liv?”

“What?”

“How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

There it is again, that flare of desire. I’m drunk on it and the other reactions she’s not holding back as much now, including the way she’s trying not to yield to my body heat so close to hers. My mouth goes dry at the way she licks her lower lip, a movement that’s supposed to be nervous but looks so erotic to me?—

“Seven years.”

All thoughts flee and my world stops. It fucking stops as I stare at her and realize the raw truth in her eyes, along with nervousness and a dare to make fun of her. That a part of her thinks I’ll make fun of her is mindboggling to me and I want to say that out loud.

But instinct takes over, the roaring in my head becoming deafening—and before I know it, the inches of space between us are gone as our lips meet.

I might have kissed her first. Or she might have kissed me first. I don’t care.

The important thing is that we’re kissing with a passion that’s not going to stop anytime soon because our shocks are soon taken over by a hunger that’s even more intense than when we were making out in the car. Her arching body confirms it as I dig my hands into her waist, but it’s her shaking hands clinging to my shoulders for support that drives it in.

We don’t think. I know I don’t. Thinking is trivial when she’s this delicious and pliant in my arms—when her mouth tastes like a fucking dream and I want more.

No, I need more.

Olivia does, too, as a moan flies out when I cup her breast over her shirt. Then I hiss when I slide that hand in and feel how stiff her nipple is against her bra, searching for something to alleviate the ache she’s experiencing. I keep hissing as I discard her scrubs and bra, then hiss some more as my mouth finally closes over that pink, puckered point.

“Luke.”

It’s just one word, but her trembling, needy voice is more than enough. I suck, lick, and do the things that I’ve fantasized about for so long, then do the same to her other nipple until she’s writhing for me. Then my mouth is back on her mouth because I’m missing her kisses already.

Olivia isn’t motionless in all this, either. Her hands move in a frenzy, pressing and holding until they reach my straining erection and cup it gently. Then one hand slides inside my trousers, and my eyes almost roll to the back of my head when she firmly squeezes my hardness.

“Fuck. Liv.”

She whimpers at the name I call her. She presses willingly against the cabinet as my hand slips in, too, to search for where she aches the most—and there I find her, already so wet for me that my finger slides in so smoothly.

I try to focus on my finger inside her, thrusting to find the angle that works on her the most before I slide a second finger in. I lose my mind when she accepts me so easily like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck, Liv. You’re still so tight and wet.”

“Oh, my—Luke!”

My name comes in a hiss when I find a particularly good spot, her muscles clamping around my fingers. But she retaliates as her squeezing turns to stroking, and I swear my cock is weeping at the attention. I groan back, then capture her mouth once more to suck on her tongue.

It’s supposed to be an anchor, but it ends up egging us on and turning the heat up further. Before we know it, we’re rocking into each other’s hands, but it’s still not enough as we both know what we truly want.

I look into her eyes, wanting confirmation. I am left breathless when she gives a tiny nod, her expression rapt with pleasure and desperation. We are in sync as we scramble away from each other, her to slide her panties down and me to fully take my cock out of my pants. I grab the condom from a nearby cabinet and roll it over me.

Then we’re jumping each other again, her legs wrapping around my waist as I hitch her up and use the cabinet as a wall.

We stare at each other. All I can register is how lucky I am to see the way her vision clouds over as I slowly, carefully enter her, trying to be sensitive to how tight she is and how long it has been for her.

But Olivia has other ideas, her hips pushing back and wordlessly begging me to go faster. Just like that, I lose all semblance of control as I plunge in the rest of the way with more speed than finesse. Then I’m fully inside her and it’s everything I wanted.

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