Page 143 of The Pucking Wrong Man

“One more,” I demanded. “Just give Daddy one more, baby girl.”

The rightness of the word settling in my chest...and my dick.

Almost the second I’d said it, she was coming again. Pure nirvana on my tongue.

It was almost selfish of me, how many times I ate her out in a day.

But I’d never tasted anything so amazing in my entire life. I could live in my girl’s pussy.

Fuck, my orgasm shot through me, hard and fierce...and it fucking hurt as I painted the shower floor with my cum.

Yep, definitely not healed yet.

But soon.

Reluctantly, I pulled away—giving her one last lick for good measure, even though it made my dick twitch—which I definitely did not need right now.

Anastasia slid her leg off my shoulder, and I caught her right before she collapsed.

“Wow,” she said in a dazed, dreamy voice that she only gave me after I’d made her cum hard...or spanked her. “I didn’t know my body could do that.”

I chuckled, licking my lips at the reminder, searching for any sign of her taste.

“I love you, pretty girl,” I murmured a moment later, nuzzling into her soft skin.

“I love you too, Camden,” she sighed.

And maybe the heart tattoo thing wasn’t really necessary...I was pretty sure she’d already marked me—permanently—on the inside.

CHAPTER 28

ANASTASIA

The next week passed in perfect bliss. Not even practices with Dallon could get to me...until they did.

I hit the ground hard, a sharp pain shooting through my leg. Dallon’s face was pale as he hovered over me. “Fuck. I’m sorry. You leapt too soon. It messed up the timing!”

I hadn’t leapt too soon. He’d just fucked up. I couldn’t call him out on that right now, though, because all I could focus on was the throbbing ache. My leg felt like it was on fire.

“It’s not broken. It’s not broken,” I kept chanting in my head, like positive reinforcement would somehow change whatever Dallon had just done to me.

Panic was clawing at my insides, but I forced myself to stand, biting back the tears. I couldn’t afford to break down now.

“Let's get you to Dr. Jenkins,” Dallon said, the nicest he’d spoken to me since we’d started practicing. And he wasn’t trying to feel me up—apparently, even he had a line he wouldn’t cross.

The Company’s doctor’s office was located onsite. It had the same sterile smell and the cold, impersonal lights though that every other doctor’s office I’d been to had. “Let’s get you up here,” Dr. Jenkins said. “You can leave, Dallon,” he added dismissively. “Thank you for helping Ms. Lennox get to my office.”

Dallon scowled, obviously wanting to stay. “Bye, Ana,” he finally muttered as he trudged out of the office. My leg hurt so badly that I was able to ignore his continued, annoying use of my nickname.

Dr. Jenkins had excellent bedside manner. It also helped that he looked like Santa Claus with his white hair, rosy cheeks, button nose...and a belly that he attributed to his unfortunate love of Twinkies.

The doctor started his exam, poking and prodding at it for a few minutes before he had me go into another room with his assistant to take an x-ray.

The entire time my heart was pounding in my chest.

“It’s not rebroken,” he finally announced, looking up from the x-rays. “But you're not going to be able to walk on it one day if you keep up this pace.” Dr. Jenkins frowned, studying the x-ray again. “Surely someone has told you this, Anastasia. After that injury, your leg just can’t handle this kind of strain.”

Another doctor had told me that…just a few months ago. I’d ignored that doctor too.

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