Page 118 of Finding Fate

"Damn, I want to fuck you so bad."

"Do it," I groan as I shift against his fingers, moving the tip of his thumb against my bundle of nerves faster and harder.

"Can't." He chuckles at my disapproving whimper. "If any of those nurses catch us in the act, they'll kick me out and I can't have that. Besides, this is about you. Relax and enjoy, Pops."

So I do. Every glide of his finger, flick of his thumb, I devour and commit to memory. My breathing grows rapid, every second inching me closer and closer to release.

"Miss. Haley."

What the...?

My breathing stills, but beneath the blankets, his fingers continue to stroke me from the inside.

"We should be all set for discharge in an hour or so. And, sir, we told you no sleeping in bed with her," the nurse chides.

Nash smiles at her. "Sorry, doll, just needed to be closer to my girl here. Just a few more minutes, okay? Then I'll climb down. Scout’s honor."

With pursed lips, she nods and pushes out the door.

"Fuck," I groan and close my eyes, torn between climaxing and complete embarrassment.

"Shhh, Pops, I got you. Focus on me, okay? Then we sleep."

The movement of his fingers increases, stroking every sensitive spot I've never known existed. All control is lost when his teeth clamp around my nipple again, nipping harder than comfortable but still erotic enough to shove me over the edge with a silent gasp and groan.

"Damn, you feel amazing. Can't wait to get you home."

Mind still spinning, I focus on one word. "Home?"

"Yeah, you and me. You come back to my place with me and we’ll figure it out from there."

Home.

With a happy grin plastered on my face, I drift off to sleep, hoping for dreams of a future with him.

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