Page 17 of Secret Baby for Dr. Grump

This time, my name is like a caress to every sensitive part of my body, his voice so low and rough. I open my mouth to contest him, but a whimper gets stuck in my throat. Yet I still try.

“I don’t…this is ridiculous…stop looking at me like that.” Then, “Luke…”

It should be Dr. Jennings, not Luke. That’s my mistake—and it’s my downfall as his gaze turns molten before that mouth descends on mine.

Hunger hits me first. Then desire so strong spreads all over me, all coming from the kiss that devours me completely and leaves me weak and trembling. My hands reach up to push him, but they end up clinging to him as I kiss him back, responding to what I’m being given.

I swallow his groan and the next kiss. I gasp at the feel of his tongue, parting my lips so eagerly before he greedily sucks on my tongue. I bask in the feel of his hard, heavy body against mine, roaring with a heat that I want to sink into so badly.

I want to climb him like a tree. I want to lap him up until I can remember every inch again.

I desperately want to taste this man like he’s tasting me.

“Fuck. Goddamn it.”

His curse sends a thrill down my core. The faint clicks of our seatbelts register before I’m in his lap and he’s kissing me harder like he can’t get enough. Then his hands are everywhere, digging into my skin with so much familiarity—like he still knows the spots I like best and is determined to make me feel hotter.

I moan when he cups my breast over my shirt, then suck in a breath when I feel his erection against my thigh. It’s like a switch turning my brain off as my body responds instinctively, rocking against that erection until I can feel the rough friction against my pants. He hisses in response, then attacks my neck with fervor, cupping the back of my neck to help me arch into him.

“You smell so good, Liv.”

So does he, a combination of ocean and soap. I don’t know what to say, the desire working its way into my system and making it hard to think about anything other than wanting his touch.

“I didn’t give you a fake number, Liv.” He murmurs it against my ear, breath raspy. “I wanted to see you again, touch you again. I’ve dreamed about that night so many times.”

The words start a trembling inside me, my perception of that night and the days that followed shifting into something different. Shocking. But they also feed me with a thought, powerful and insistent.

This is wrong. This can’t happen. I’m in his car, about to do something reckless.

My daughter is sleeping inside, innocent, and this man, he’s my boss. He’s way older than me.

And I have a secret that he can’t know—because it will cost me my job and affect Riley in ways I can’t even fathom yet. I’m attracted to Luke. I want him.

But I don’t trust him yet with my child.

It’s that final musing that jerks me out of his arms, breaking the kiss and the maddeningly delicious contact. I take a deep breath, then another, until I’m back in the passenger seat and gripping the door handle.

“I…” Oh, God. Why can I still taste him? “I have to go. Goodnight, Dr. Jennings.”

Then I stumble out of the car and walk away without looking back.

Chapter 6

Luke

“Here are the files for the third week, Dr. Jennings.”

Olivia’s tone is as polite as ever, but she doesn’t look at me when she hands over the files and trudges away to continue her task. I frown at her back, wondering why she doesn’t even wait for me to say thank you. But then again, it’s another mark to be added to the already long list of wonderings.

Why did she go back to being aloof?

Why is she pretending the car kiss didn’t happen?

Why the hell isn’t anything resolved even if we cleared things up about the phone number issue?

“Hey, Luke. Busy?”

I turn to James, who’s standing by the office door. He’s a welcome distraction as I gesture him in and we chat about the interns I’ve overseen this week. He asks me about my business, too.

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