Page 14 of Surgeon Book Boyfriend

Laura’s squeal caused Kimora to pull her phone away from her ear. Kimora hid her face from Kane who chuckled. Her cheeks grew warm at the thought of what he must be thinking. Here she was, a thirty-six-year-old woman, whispering on the phone with her best friend like they were teenagers.

“Are you serious? Is it safe to assume since it’s eight in the morning, you must have laid into him last night.” Her friend snickered.

Kimora’s eyes widened. She hoped that he didn’t hear what Laura was saying.

“Or gave him a good tongue-lashing.”

“Laura!” Kimora stifled her laugh. Laura must have already started on her Sunday mimosas.

“Be that way, then. But I am not mad at you. I guess the app worked then since you are not at home and with Kane,” Laura teased. Her voice dropped lower. “But, girl, you are gonna have to tell me something. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Laura disconnected the call. Kimora bit her lip to keep from laughing. Laura’s excitement was palpable. She had been trying to get Kimora to take more time for herself and live a little, but all Kimora had wanted to focus on was her career. She had finally taken her advice, and now look at her. She had been wined, dined, and fucked thoroughly, all in one night.

“I take it the caller is happy that you are not at home working?” Kane brought his arm around her. He took her phone from her and tossed it back onto the nightstand.

She turned in his arms and allowed him to bring her body flush against his. She leaned on him and studied him. There was a playful glint now in his eyes.

“Yes. That was Laura. You may have met her before. She’s my assistant but also my best friend. She’s been on my butt about working so much. Let’s just say she is beyond thrilled that I am not working,” Kimora admitted. She wasn’t going to let on that Laura was also demanding details of their weekend together. Kimora didn’t want to share. There were some things she would keep private.

“Hmm…I’ve been told the same thing. Looks like we have more in common,” he murmured.

His fingers drew small little circles on her lower back. Kimora loved the feeling of his hands on her. She lay there and took all of him in. He was devilishly handsome, had a humor that rivaled hers, and was built like a sex god—with brains. How did she get so lucky?

“Is that so?” She arched an eyebrow at him. At dinner they had learned that they did share similar tastes in things. After thisweekend, would they continue this? Or was this to be a one-time weekend fling? Kimora’s smile slowly faded.

“What’s that look for?” Kane’s fingers paused. He reached up with his other hand and tipped her chin up slightly. His head tilted to the side. “What’s going through the beautiful brain of yours?”

Kimora blinked and shook her head, but he held on to her chin to force her to meet his gaze.

“Don’t say nothing, Kimora.”

“I was thinking that this weekend was nice and I don’t want it to end,” she admitted.

A small smile appeared on his lips.

“I don’t either,” he said.

Kimora felt relief at the thought that this wasn’t going to be one-sided. If he would have said this was it, she would have accepted it. But deep down, she felt that there was more between them. Something that needed to be explored. The sex was amazing, but she wanted more than that, and with Kane, she sensed that they could have it all. “Did you think I would allow you to leave here not being my woman?”

Kimora froze. Did he just say what she thought he’d said? He was making her his?

“What did you just say?” she whispered. She brushed away the few strands of her hair that fell forward into her face. His warm body felt wonderful underneath her. It was certainly a distraction.

“Oh, I didn’t stutter, Kimora.” Kane pushed up to settle back against the headboard. He adjusted her next to him with his arm still wrapped around her.

She tilted her head back so she could look him in the eye. His hand came to settle on her cheek. His thumb slid along her bottom lip. “Dr. Kimora Tucker, you are not leaving here without agreeing to be my woman.”

“Yours?” She beat down her excitement. Here she was, thinking he may have only wanted a fun-filled weekend with no strings attached. Having him claim her already had her heart racing. “As in be your girlfriend?”

“You are one smart woman, Kimora.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. He reached down and lifted her so she could straddle his waist.

Kimora bit back a groan at the feeling of his hard cock brushing her bottom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her smile spread across her lips.

“Well, now, Dr. Livingston. I’m told you are a workaholic as much as I am. How will we have time for each other?” Kimora breathed.

She slid her fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his thick, silky strands. His hands came to rest on her waist. He leaned forward and ran his tongue along her sternum and up to her neck. It was a valid question she was asking. How would they have time for each other?

“That is easy to answer, Dr. Tucker.”

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