Page 47 of Sinful in Scrubs

“Sure, that’s fine.” I folded my arms, and he shoved his hands into his pockets. We walked in silence for a bit.

“Really sorry about Lily’s attitude. I don’t know where she’s gotten some of these ideas of hers.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“This whole disrespecting the memory of her mother.”

I shrugged. “I’ve never had to deal with a situation like this. Maybe she’s afraid that you’ll somehow forget about your wife.”

He let out a low chuckle. “I could never forget about Blair. But that doesn’t mean I can’t start thinking about someone else.”

“Maybe Lily has some romantic ideal that you could never love anyone the way you loved your wife.”

“I don’t think I could,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to love someone else. It would just be different.”

The way his voice went low and slow sent a shiver down my spine.

“Can I see you home, Emma?” he asked.

This time, he was asking me a completely different question. I nodded.

On the cab ride, I couldn’t stop looking at him. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and I was giddy with anticipation. I held his hand the entire way as I led him through the lobby and up the elevator of my apartment building.

As I fumbled with the key at my front door, Marcus leaned in close and braced his hand right above the lock.

“You know what my intentions are?”

I gulped and looked up at him. I could hardly speak as I nodded.

“And you are okay with that?”

“I’ve known the entire cab ride over,” I admitted. I didn’t care what his kid thought about me. I wanted this man, and it was clear that he wanted me.

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MARCUS

“Give me a second. I like to lock it immediately. That way, I never have to worry that I forgot,” she explained.

I nodded. “Of course.” While she reset the bolt on her door, I had a chance to glance around. Emma’s apartment was small but well laid out and with a decent view. I wasn’t exactly given a tour.

She dumped her bag and jacket on a chair near the door. “You want something to drink?”

“No.” I shook my head. I reached out for her, slipping my hand around her waist and dragging her against my body. “I want this.”

I dipped my head and claimed her lips. They were soft, and she responded to the kiss. She made soft little moans that drove me insane. I scooped her up, my hands under her perfect ass. “Bedroom?”

“Behind you. Don’t crash into the couch,” Emma told me as my thigh smacked into the back of the couch.

I let go, and she slipped down the length of me. Her body pressed to mine was like the dragging of a match across sandpaper. Sparks sizzled between us, and it felt like we were both on fire.

She ripped at my shirt. Buttons popped and scattered before I could fumble to help her. I pulled the white T-shirt I wore over my head and tossed it.

Her hands splayed against my pecs and she wiggled her fingers into the hair on my chest. “Marcus, you feel so good,” she purred before bringing her lips up to tease my nipple.

With a gasp, I began struggling with my belt. Why were clothes always in the way? Emma slid effortlessly out of her blouse and stood before me in a sexy lace bra that highlighted her curves. I could barely restrain myself from lunging at her like a caveman.

She twisted her fingers into my chest hair and gave a little tug, leading me in the correct direction of her bedroom. As soon as I knew where that bed was, I finished stripping down. Emma wiggled out of her skirt, letting me see that she was wearing matching panties.

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