Page 53 of It's Always Been You

“Travis—”

“Shh … sleep. I’m not fucking you again for a few hours.”

She could hear the laughter in his voice.

“No matter how much you beg me,” he added.

She jabbed her elbow behind her and was satisfied to hear him grunt.

“Vicious woman,” he muttered. His arms came around her, his leg wedging itself between hers. Her breath caught when she felt the hairs of his thigh tickle her sex.

“Shit . . .” he whispered. “I’m fucked out, but your pussy sure feels good.”

She squirmed.

“Babe, stop,” he groaned into her neck. “If you get me hard, you’ll have to do all the work since it’s your fault. I’m not sleeping with an erection.”

“Don’t men get morning wood?”

There was a rumble of laughter behind her. “Yeah, babe, but that’s different.”

Caitlin huffed. “Men are so complicated.”

“I disagree. We eat, sleep, and fuck. Now, I need some sleep. You do, too.”

“Seriously—”

“Caitlin.” He squeezed her arm.

She exhaled deeply again and tried to sleep, but she was very much aware of the man sleeping naked behind her. Very aware.

Caitlin looked awaywhen a needle pricked her arm. Dr. Fern Ryan arrived promptly at 8:00 a.m. for a follow-up. She also drew some blood to make sure the anti-serum had no lasting side effects. Caitlin found out this morning, that aside from being Travis’s personal physician, the doctor was cleared by the CIA to treat agents of private security firms who worked for the agency.

“Any nausea or dizziness?” the doctor asked as she tested the dilation of her pupils.

“Nope, just the pain from the bruises. I even stopped taking the pain meds,” Caitlin replied. Dr. Ryan exuded a business-like air. Her chestnut hair was gathered in a severe bun, and was streaked with gray. Caitlin would place the doctor’s age in her early fifties. She was extremely slender, almost bony in some places, but she was ramrod straight incarriage. Caitlin wouldn’t be surprised if she had been in the military at one point and couldn’t imagine Travis asking the doctor to bring him condoms.

“I believe you’re receiving the birth control shot today?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t sound too sure.”

Caitlin was still annoyed at Travis’s high-handedness.

“I’m sure,” Caitlin sighed.

The doctor smiled, softening her austere appearance quite a bit. She took out a vial from her medical kit and tore open a package for a fresh syringe. “You shouldn’t let him bulldoze you into things. That man can be quite . . . arrogant.”

“I’m aware of that fact.”

“Something tells me he’s met his match though.”

Caitlin’s eyes snapped to the doctor’s in surprise, but she got distracted by another prick on her arm.

“I feel like a human pin cushion,” Caitlin muttered.

“Poor girl. It wasn’t too long ago when I gave you that physical. Hopefully, I won’t be seeing you again for a while.”

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