Page 41 of Sinful Scars

She’s hastily shrugging on her coat as she walks through the sliding doors, her hair pulled back into a ponytail that whips around her face as the wind hits her.

Her face is a little pale, and her shoulders are slumped with exhaustion, but that’s nothing out of the norm.

The weight lifts slightly from my shoulders as I take her in.

My father hasn’t got to her.

Yet.

She gives up fighting with her coat and moves to stand to the side of the entrance, dropping her bag on the ground and taking her coatoff completely.

I bite back a groan at the sight of her in her light blue scrubs.

How is it that she can make such a mundane uniform look so fucking sexy?

The way the material clings to her body and shows off every curve has my mouth watering.

What I wouldn’t give to peel that uniform off her and expose that beautiful body that hides underneath.

Images of her standing in the window completely naked flash through my mind, and my cock starts to grow hard.

Taking myself in my hand last night barely took the edge off. If anything, it only made the need for Elle even worse, but I can’t risk sneaking into her apartment again.

Though I doubt it would take much more than a quick glimpse of those perky tits to have my restraint snapping.

I blink, realizing that I’ve been gawking at her for the past few minutes in full view of the hospital. All it would take is her to look slightly to the left, and she would catch me staring.

Would she realize who I was? Would she be scared? Or would she throw her arms around me like she did the other night in her apartment and kiss me like we’re long lost lovers?

I can’t help but imagine it being the latter.

After shrugging on her coat, she busies herself searching through her bag before pulling out her phone. As she speaks, Her cheeks slowly turn a dark shade of pink. Then she laughs, and I tense, an odd sense of jealousy filling me as Elle’s face lights up.

Is a man making her blush like that?

I frown, trying to rack my brain to see if I remember seeing Elle with a guy.

But Elle hasn’t been on a date in months, so the suddensurge of jealousy inside me that has my teeth grinding together is surprising.

If she was seeing someone, there’s no way I wouldn’t know about it.

I’m no stranger to seeing Elle with men, so I shouldn’t be feeling so jealous, but maybe that’s because it’s never been anything serious. Over the years that I’ve been watching her, her dating life has consisted of nothing but a handful of one-night stands.

One-night stands that I have witnessed.

I would have thought that watching her being fucked by another man would have me overcome with jealousy and rage, but it had the complete opposite effect.

I’ve never been more aroused than when I was witnessing Elle climax as she rode another man’s cock. Her naked body moving in that way, the sounds she made as her release builds… Those moments were mesmerizing and ones I often relive.

The men have always been irrelevant in these situations because I would picture myself as the one beneath her or behind her, working her body in the way that I know will have her screaming as she comes. So, her one-night stands would always end with me taking my cock in my hand, my own release building right alongside hers.

It was never anything more than sex, which is probably why it never bothered me.

A relationship, on the other hand, now, that requires a deeper emotional connection. One that is built over time, with every movie watched together and every conversation shared over a meal at the dinner table. It’s how lust turns to love, and that’s something I can never have with Elle, so the thought of her having that sort of connection with someone other than myself is almost enough to tip me over the edge.

I can never have her. At least not in the way I truly want her.

“Fuck.” I wipe a hand over my face.

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