Page 64 of Doctor Enemy

Lori is smiling, and it’s just as lovely on her as it’s ever been. “So you’re still not going to just come clean? What’s so big and special that you had to get those two fools to help?”

“Fools?”

“It’s said with love.”

“Just come this way and you’ll see,” I insist, leading her into the kitchen.

Over the few months that we’ve lived in this hilltop house, we’ve really been able to transform it into a home. While the furniture might have been mine, Lori has brought her love of color into the building, scattering her collections all throughout the house.

Big pillows on the sectional. Brightly colored fruit print tea towels draped over the front of the oven. Pictures on each wall, mixed with the other bits of chintz that have slowly been picked up. Dried flowers twisted into a wreath from an art exhibit that we went to. Pictures of the two of us hung up in a collage on one wall. A whole spread of colorful, flower print dishes to replace the solid black square plates that I had originally owned.

And in the middle of all the color that has invaded the kitchen is my own work. Rose petals, all over the table and the floor. Candles, short square white ones, and tall, skinny pink ones, on every flat surface. Cara shot me a text when they pulled onto our road, so the candles have all been lit already. With the overhead lights off, it casts a truly romantic ambiance over the room.

Lori stills in the doorway, her eyes going wide as she looks over the display. “I don’t get it. What is this?” Her brows crease with confusion. “I haven’t missed an anniversary, have I?”

The lilt of the question is rich with concern. I give her hand a squeeze and then take a step backward, shaking my head. “This doesn’t have anything to do with an anniversary. It’s just— I had something that I wanted to share with you.”

I’ve spent the last two weeks planning this out, trying to make sure that no matter what happened, she was surprised by the moment. It’s big, right? And I’ve thought about it since the very first day that we moved into this house together. She told me that only brides get carried through the threshold and making her my wife has been on my mind ever since.

Now, I’m finally able to reach into my back pocket and pull out the little black box, sinking down onto one knee in the dark of the house. I use my thumb to pop it open, offering it out into the air between us.

To my surprise, I haven’t been able to get a single word out before she’s saying, “Yes.”

I laugh, a little surprised. “What?”

She shuffles forward on her knees, reaching out and curling her hands in the front of the black and white button-up that I’m wearing. “Yes, I’ll marry you. You don’t even need to ask.”

“Maybe I wanted to ask,” I tell her, but I can’t keep the joy out of my voice, leaning forward and kissing her.

It’s fire.

The press of our lips against each other is a burning shock like nothing else, and it’s even better when I pull away and take hold of her hand, carefully sliding the ring onto her finger.

The golden band is topped with a glittering diamond. Just the sight of her wearing it makes me hot beneath the skin. Everyone is going to look at her now and know that she’s mine.

Mine today, mine tomorrow, mine forever more.

I reach up, brushing her black hair out of her face with the very tips of my fingers. For a long moment, all that Lori seems capable of doing is staring at the glittering diamond on her finger. And then she lets out a laugh that is pure joy and throws herself forward, practically tackling me to the ground.

I catch myself with one hand before my head can hit the tiles. “Whoa there!”

But Lori is already climbing up into my lap, straddling me. From this angle, her tits are right in my face, and I can feel the heat of her body pressed against my growing hard-on through my pants.

“Yes,” she says again. “Yes, yes, yes!”

My hands slide up under the top of her scrubs, pushing the orange, flower-covered shirt off her. She nearly always wears brightly colored scrubs for the kids, but I think she looks a hell of a lot better in the sexy black bra beneath them.

And the ring, of course.

My thoughts keep circling back to the ring, almost on a loop.

It’s a quick, messy thing after that. Her pants are shoved out of the way, my jeans following suit. There’s no thought of getting into the bedroom, and the bottle of champagne that I’ve got in the fridge is long forgotten.

All I can think about is the look on Lori’s face when she braces her palms against my chest and starts to lower her wet pussy down onto my cock.

Her mouth parts open as she takes me, a familiar blush spreading over her cheeks. My hands settle on her, first brushing over her sides and then curling against her hips. I let Lori sink down on her own, but the moment that she’s taken me in fully, I take over, fucking up into her with a harsh roll of my hips.

The grip that I’ve got on her goes tight, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

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