Page 67 of Doctored Vows

Every nerve ending tingles as a long, breathy moan ripples through my lips. “Maksim… Oh… please.”

“Closer.”

He eats me harder and faster, feasting on my pussy like it is the only meal he has consumed today. I know that isn’t the case. We shared a late breakfast in bed before he ordered enough takeout to feed an army. My grandmother is adamant she won’t need to cook for a week.

“Fuck, Maksim,” I hiss out with a scream when the sensation becomes too much. I’m blinded by lust, hot all over. I’m so horny I am feral with need. “Make me come. Please. I need you to make me come.”

“Better. So much better.”

He hits my G-spot and clit at the same time with an intense amount of pressure. I break into pieces, moaning and clawing as stars flicker above me. I can’t breathe or speak. I can’t do anything but fall into a bliss so chaotic and draining that my limbs feel as heavy as my eyelids.

Running water sounds into the room a second before a warm cloth is placed between my legs.

“Shh,” Maksim murmurs when I stir.

He washes me with a tenderness I’m still not anticipating before he strips out of his clothes and slips beneath the sheets. I melt into a gooey puddle when he gathers me in his arms until his torso heats my back, and his cock rests between my butt cheeks—his rock-hard cock.

I want to return the favor, but I’m the most exhausted I’ve ever been. Maksim and I barely slept last night, and my next shift at the hospital is only five hours away. A lack of sleep is more dangerous than drinking on the clock. I can’t risk my patients’ lives no matter how much I wish to stay in the lusty bubble Maksim placed me in days ago.

When Maksim positions me so my upper leg is slightly bent and his cock’s head notches at the opening of my pussy, I groan before saying words I hope never to speak again. “I can’t. I’m?—”

“Sleep, baby.”

Baby? That’s new.

“I’m not going to keep you awake. I just want to be inside you while you sleep.”

I want him to be proven a liar when his slow and tortuous entrance does crazy things to me. There’s something sexy about a rough brute of a man going slow. It is almost as wicked as when he loses control.

“Doc,” Maksim growls out in warning when my hips naturally roll. “You need to sleep. It wasn’t the first item on your terms, but it is the only thing guaranteeing I can maintain number one.”

My first term, and the focus of a majority of our contract, is that I continue my surgical residency.

When my silence announces I can’t think of a way for both of our terms to be met, Maksim slowly withdraws.

“No,” I shout a little too loudly considering the hour. I clamp around him, thickening him more. “I just need a little time to adjust. I’m so… full.” When I feel Maksim’s lips rise, I rib him with my elbow. “It wouldn’t be an issue if you’d let me help you.”

His cock flexes before he replies, “It would still be an issue. Even when I was being lied to, I got hard anytime your name was mentioned.” He laughs as if he is joking. I know he isn’t. His jaw tightened so fast I heard its crack.

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“I know,” he replies before he firms his grip like he knows I’m going to move. “But they did, and I need you to remember that when you return to work tomorrow.” I’d give anything to roll over and face him head-on when the angst in his voice becomes too raw to bear. “They made costly mistakes, but instead of owning them, they tried to cover them up with lies.”

I let his words sink in before steering him in a direction he has every right to explore. “There are steps you can take. It won’t change what happened or lower the anguish, but it could stop it from happening to anyone else.” I peer back at him the best I can from my little spoon position. “I know people you can speak with. They usually work pro-bono, but I’m sure they won’t say no to a client who can afford to pay.”

He takes my comment as intended—playfully. I hate the tension in the air, even more so since my employer is responsible, so I’ll do anything to ease it.

After watching me for several heart-thumping seconds, Maksim says, “I’ve already spoken with someone. She gave me some advice on how to move forward from this.”

I never thought I’d be a woman constantly stricken down with jealousy, but Maksim’s arrival in my life is proving a liar out of me. “I’m glad she was able to help you.”

I swear I only scoot half an inch away, but when Maksim tugs me back, I learn it is closer to nine inches.

Nine.

Glorious.

Inches.

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