Page 53 of Physical Therapy

I thought she’d never ask…. I lean forward, lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “That you should marry me.”

Her whole body goes rigid. “You did not.”

“We did.”

I’m pretty damn sure this is where the woman is supposed to gush “yes”, but whatever. Edith bites her bottom lip, eyes searching mine.

“A man could need some severe therapy after this kind of rejection,” I tease.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“About everything that involves you.” I place a chaste kiss to her lips. “So what do you say? Is it a yes, or do I need to find myself another shrink?”

Her hand connects with my shoulder, hard. It does nothing to lessen the raging erection begging to celebrate the decision, whatever it is.

“Yes! I can’t believe this is how you proposed, though,” she laughs. “But yes!”

“Baby. With you and me, it was bound to be unconventional.” I silence any complaints with my tongue, laying my new fiancé down to make this moment even more memorable.

I walked into that first appointment hell-bent on proving to what I assumed would be an arrogant woman that I didn’t need a damn thing from her.

What I got was one hell of a wake-up call.

I needed it all. Everything she could give.

Everything I was missing.

And as Edith cries out with pleasure, nails scoring her claim on my back, I don’t think she needs to ever worry about this man reoffending.

Not when I’ve got the best way to work out my frustrations right here, clamped around my goddamn dick.

Doc and I? We’re going to be very, very good for each other.

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