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I was finally being released from the hospital. The doctor thoughtI was well enough to go home and finish my recuperation there. I was going to needphysical therapy to make sure I was functioning and moving at full capacity. Sarahad already set everything up, asking for a male therapist to come in threetimes a week until he deemed me well enough to stop.

I asked her why she hadn’t chosen a female therapist for me andshe narrowed her eyes. Her jaw clenched, and I knew exactly why. She was aboutto give me a stern talking-to when I winked and she instantly relaxed, knowingI was simply teasing her.

“Do you have everything, Alek?” Sara gave the room a once-overbefore we headed out. I’d spent way too much time cooped up in there and Icouldn’t wait to breathe some goddamn fresh air.

“Yeah, babe, I’m good. Let’s get the hell out of here already. I can’twait until we’re home and we can start my therapy,” I teased, slapping her ass.She squealed in surprise.

She turned around and crushed her body to mine, leaning up on hertippy-toes so she could press her gorgeous lips to mine. “Don’t get cute, mister.We’re not risking any further injury because we want to devour each other. Trustme, I know it’s been a long time, but I refuse to be the reason why you don’tfully recover.”

“We’ll see about that.”

I took one step into the hallway when a nurse yelled at me. “Mr.Devera. You have to wait for the wheelchair. You can’t just walk out.”

“I’m fine. My legs aren’t broken,” I argued, attempting to takeanother step. I was a little more than aggravated, but Sara stopped me before Ibit the woman’s head off for simply doing her job.

“We’ll wait for the chair,” she said, pushing me back inside theroom. As my mouth parted in protest, she whispered in my ear, “The sooner youfollow the rules, Mr. Devera, the sooner you can claim my body as your own.” Shelicked the tender part of my lobe before nipping it with her teeth.

I was instantly hard.

I threw my hands up in mock-surrender and waited for the damnwheelchair.

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The next three weeks flew by. Physical therapy kept me busy…andfrustrated. Thankfully, Kael had a great head for business. I’d asked if hecould oversee a few of my projects while I recuperated. He’d agreed with nohesitation.

Sara and I hadn’t talked aboutthatnight. I couldn’t bring myself to make her relive it. The onlypart I still struggle with is the fact I should have found out who Megan wasway before I actually did. I didn’t know why I let myself slip. Actually, Ididknow. I didn’t want to push theissue so soon after Sara decided to give me another chance. Even though Ieventually went behind her back anyway.

She was my life, my whole world, and there was nothing I wouldn’tdo to protect her. But never again would I ignore my gut feeling. She’dpromised to never argue with me again about the big stuff.

The little stuff? Yeah, it was still going to be an uphillbattle, but there were ways around it. I could be quite resourceful when Ineeded to be which, with her, was most of the time.

One day, toward the end of the day’s therapy session, Sara strolledinto the gym I’d set up. Michael, my therapist, was keeping a close watch overme as I used the treadmill. Thank God, too. As soon as she walked in, my eyesinstantly found her and I almost lost my footing. Michael grabbed my arm tosteady me and shook his head because he knew what caused me to falter. It’dhappened quite often.

I was still experiencing some soreness in my stomach, an occurrenceI thought would have dissipated weeks before. I knew as long as I still felt atwinge of pain, Sara wasn’t going to let me touch her. I couldn’t fake iteither because she read it all over my face when I moved the wrong way.

She did her best not to tease me, but my cock instantly hardenedwhenever she was around. Shit, she didn’t even need to be in the same room withme and I was throbbing. My imagination and memories were my worst enemies as oflate.

“How much longer before I’m a hundred percent?” I asked,increasing the speed on the treadmill. I was determined to push myself towardthe finish line.

Michael leaned over me, saw the speed, and punched the button todecrease it. “Longer if you keep pushing yourself too hard, Mr. Devera.” He shota displeased look my way as he wrote something down on that damn tablet of his.

“I don’t understand why the fuck I’m still sore,” I huffed,clenching my teeth in aggravation.

“Sometimes, our bodies are the ones to decide when enough isenough. And yours seems to be quite the stubborn one.” When I shot him anannoyed look, he quickly faltered. “What I mean is you’ve been through quite anordeal, and you can’t expect to heal overnight. It takes as long as it takes.”

“Overnight? Did you just say that to me? It’s been almost a monthsince I’ve been home, doing everything you’ve told me. I’ve been resting whenI’m supposed to, and doing this shit when I’m supposed to!” I yelled, waving atthe mass amounts of equipment spread all over the room. Overly irate, I slammedmy fist down on the treadmill, venting all my anger on the inanimate object.

“Alek, I know you’re frustrated, but please don’t take it out onMichael.” Sara had walked up behind me when I was in the middle of my slightmeltdown. I locked eyes with her for a full ten seconds before I jumped off thetreadmill and slowly stalked her. She backed away, knowing full well what wasgoing to happen if I caught her.

“Sara, come here,” I coaxed.

“We’re not alone, Alek. Stop it,” she whispered, but she wasweakening. I saw her glance back and forth between me and Michael, but I didn’tcare. She was mine, and I needed her warmth to calm me. And since I couldn’tclaim her like I wanted to, I would settle for the taste of her sweet lips.

Michael had been standing across the room, closer to Sara than Iwas. He approached her, his arm stretched out as if he was going to touch her.

He better not touch her. Hebetter not touch her.

He fucking touched her.

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