Page 143 of Petite Fleur

Fuck, I’m annoyed.

I pull out of Maeve while I wait for a response, seeing my cum drip out of her. Nope, not letting that happen. I scoop up what’s dripped out with two fingers, carefully shoving it back into her. My girl tries to crawl away from me, clearly still feeling sensitive, but I won't let her get away from me that easily.

“Dr. Aldon, It’s Abby,” was the voice on the phone that not only confused me, but worried me. Abby shouldn’t have my personal number, and she certainly shouldn’t be calling me unless something is wrong. “Ms. Marino, what can I do for you?” I ask.

I give Maeve an apologetic look, but my girl just smiles at me.

Fuck, I love that smile.

When I pull my fingers out of Maeve, a mixture of us both coats my fingers, and I won’t let a drop of that go to waste, so I pull my phone away from my face for a moment. “Clean them.” I demand quietly to my girl.

I watch with a heated gaze, already wishing my cock would wake the fuck up so I could fuck her again as she wraps her lips around my fingers and her tongue glides across them.

God damn, I wish that was my cock she was sucking.

Her eyes never leave mine while she cleans the both of us off my fingers, and the only thing that could possibly distract me, does.

Abby clears her throat as if she’s nervous. “Dr. Aldon, I think I made a mistake.” She says quietly.

I shouldn’t be frustrated, but I am. I’m nervous about what Abby could be about to tell me and irritated that it’s ruining this moment with my girl.

What the fuck happened to my patient? I ask her what’s going on, listening intently while also cleaning up my girl and helping her get her shirt on without the fabric rubbing against her sore piercings.

Abby explains on the phone that there was a fifth man in the basement that night. She was just so out of it that she had convinced herself that it wasn’t true. She had convinced herself that she wasn’t seeing what she thought she was seeing, but now, seeing this fifth man again for the first time, she’s sure of it.

She’s sure that she had a fifth attacker and that she was so scared that she is currently in her bathtub with a razor, debating her life. “Okay, tell me where you are, Abby. I’m on the way.” I insist.

I’m not letting her kill herself when Maeve and I went through so much to help her, no fucking way. We’ll find the fifth man and make him suffer, but I’m not losing Abby like I lost Denise. I'm not letting Maeve feel like she failed Abby.

“What’s going on?” Maeve whispers.

I stroke my knuckles down her face and pull her close to me until I can kiss her forehead. “Go get in the car, ma fleur.” I whisper.

When my girl heads to the car, I head out to Tobin so I can pay, and we can leave. “Thanks for clearing out so we could do that.” I say kindly when it’s just the two of us.

He gives a grin and a shrug as he rings up our transaction on his computer. “Nah, man, it was worth it. She’s hot, let me know the next thing I get to pierce.” He says with a chuckle.

Nope. I don’t like that.

I give a short shake of my head and try to maintain my composure, but I know it’s slipping. I know the mask is dissolving, and this man is going to meet my rage. “I don’t think that will be necessary.” I say formally.

I’m counting down the minutes until I can get the fuck out of here and speed off to Abby, but I know I’m going to snap if he continues.

“Ah, come on, man. Let me pierce her pussy. I’ll do it for free.” He mentions.

Fuck…

I walk around the counter, grinning at this man while I pick up the letter opener on his counter. “It’s already been done, and I think you’re out of business.” I say with a shrug.

“What do-” He starts, but I cut him off when I stab the letter opener right into his jugular, and his words are replaced with the sound of gurgling and the look of panic.

I squat down as Tobin drops to the floor, basking in the frantic look in his eyes and the blood gushing out from behind his hand that will never stop the bleeding. “Like I said, I think you’re going out of business.” I say with a chuckle.

When he reaches for me, either desperate for revenge or help, I don’t care which, I smack his hand away and stand up. “Not so smug now, are you? Just a tip for the future: don’t comment on another man’s wife; they don’t tend to like it.” I say with a laugh.

On my way out the door, I flip the little open sign over and turn the main lights off. I’m sure somebody will find his body, but it won’t be right now.

My girl is sitting in the front seat, nervously bouncing her knee, but she smiles when she sees me, and all the anger from a moment ago fades away.

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