Page 239 of Texting Dr. Stalker

His hands landed on my thighs, unapologetically spreading my legs.

With a hot look in his eyes, he leaned in and kissed me.

He kissed me to distract me.

He kissed me while pulling my underwear down beneath my cable dress and kissed me as he unbuckled, unzipped, then sank inside me right beside the dinner I’d cooked for him.

And I kissed him back.

I flung myself into lust and love and longing.

And when his hand came up to circle my throat, stroking me and threatening me in equal measure, I scratched his back and baited him to take me harder.

We switched from sweet hello to violent claiming.

I’d gotten everything I ever wanted.

We’d drawn up plans to renovate my place, and I’d moved into his home in preparation for some rather large structural works. We’d talked about renting out Nana’s house, but…the garden was too precious. It had all my plants needed for the business, and neither of us liked the thought of strangers living next door.

So…we’d hired an architect to combine this place with that one.

Not only had we combined our lives, but the two houses would eventually merge into one too.

Zander dragged me out of my thoughts by teasing me toward an orgasm. I mewled in frustration as he withdrew, pulled me off the counter, then spun me around and pressed me belly first against it.

With a groan, he sank back inside me. Taking me from behind, he kept one fist on my lower back so I couldn’t escape while his other hand sneaked around to my clit.

I went bowstring tight.

He knew exactly how to make me shatter in two seconds flat.

My release set off his release, and we almost crumbled to the floor as we slowly broke apart, straightened our clothing, and smiled at each other like naughty teenagers.

“We’ve been married three months, but I still can’t get enough of you.” Running his thumb over my bottom lip, he sighed. “Every time I come home to you and Peng. Every damn time I smell a delicious meal and know that I get to snuggle with you on the couch later and then take you to bed just…” He shook his head and clutched his heart. “It hurts, Little Lor. Right here.”

Going to him, I planted my palm over his beating heart and raised on my tiptoes to kiss him. “I have the same problem. Whenever you text me that you’re on the way home, I shake in anticipation.”

He grinned. “So we’re both obsessed?”

“I’d say so.” I smirked. “Do you happen to know a cure? You’re a brilliant doctor, after all.”

“Afraid not.” He kissed my nose and headed to the table. “We’ll just have to remain incurable for the rest of our lives.”

“I can live with that.”

“Yeah, me too.” He smirked a sinful smirk as he readjusted himself and sat down at the dining table. With a sigh, he pulled his phone from his back pocket and checked any notifications he’d missed while commuting home.

That was the one blip in our otherwise blissful marriage.

Zander still worked a lot. Some nights, I went to bed alone with my kitty, only to wake with him snaking his arms around me with an exhausted groan. Sometimes our planned days off ended with him called in to an emergency, and I did my best to be supportive all while the protective wife in me came out.

I didn’t like that he worked so much, but…I understood it.

He needed to help, so I would take care of him while he took care of others, all while secretly planning for the day when he retired, and I could keep him to myself.

At least he got regular meals these days.

My own business had grown so big, I’d had to hire someone to manage the market stalls and help me ship out the online orders every week. I spent most of my time cooking Nana’s recipes and making tinctures and remedies. Some of Zander’s patients who preferred more natural healing than pharmaceuticals had even bought a few things.

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