Page 69 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

He continues, his tone sharp. “It’s sad to see how insecure you all are, focusing on tearing someone down instead of being happy for her. Emma is a successful business owner—how many of you can say the same?”

Silence stretches out, thick and heavy. Liam grabs my hand, turning to me with a soft look. “Let’s get out of here. We don’t need to waste any more time in this cesspit.”

I nod, feeling a surge of emotion. As we walk out of the venue, I can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. Liam has always been there for me, and tonight, he’s shown me just how much he cares.

We step into the cool night air, and I take a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Liam squeezes my hand, and I look up at him, my heart full.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

He smiles, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Anytime, Emma. I’ve got your back.”

I look up into his eyes. He takes my face in his hands and plants another intense kiss on my lips. Just as my body starts melting into him, he pulls away. I mumble a soft sigh. I wish he’d just keep kissing me.

“Now, how about we get some real food somewhere far away from insecure people and bad dance music?”

“Where?”

“My house,” he grins. “Dads on night duty today. I double-checked, so there’ll be no surprises.”

I chuckle slightly. “That sounds like you’re thinking of doing some things that are not for a third party.”

“Oh, yeah,” he nods. “I’m game if you are.”

I grab his arm, and we walk to the car. I feel a warmth spread through me. I know that with Liam by my side, I can face anything. And tonight, I feel stronger than ever.

About an hour later, I’m sitting in the Miller kitchen, sipping wine while watching Liam make us veggie marinara and pasta for dinner. To be honest, what I long for at the moment has to do more with the shirtless man moving around the kitchen than what he’s making.

I can’t wait to fuck him, either right here or back in the bedroom. I lift my glass, gazing at the muscles rippling on his back. “I always dreamt of this.”

He looks back with a smile. “Of what?”

“Having a sexy shirtless man make me dinner.”

He chuckles. “This man is all yours. You can come here anytime you want.”

“I can come here?”

He turns around fully this time, his eyes wide as he gets the double entendre. “Emma Cole!”

“What? You said it yourself!”

He laughs. “I’m trying to hold myself back, Emma, and now you’re testing me.”

I smile softly and grab a glass as I walk up to him. “I never told you to hold back.”

“You’re sure about that?” There’s a fire in his eyes as he takes a step closer. Just the look in his eyes makes my nipples pucker. I feel my insides tightening up in a bunch.

“I don’t think you understand how much I need you.” His hands are now on me, the mittens off. He traces a finger down my cheek and neck and across my breasts.

Oh, God! I’m done for already. “Yes, I do…” I mumble. “And I’m ready to give you everything you need.”

“No, not today.” he shakes his head. “I want you to tell me what you want.”

“What I want?” My voice is thick.

“Right now,” he nods “Be specific.”

I narrow my eyes on him. “I want you inside me, but before that…” I bat my eyelashes seductively. “I want to lay you flat out on this table and suck you…hard.”

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