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"There is a private security guard stationed outside the recovery room," the doctor responds.

"Okay." When the doctor leaves, I tell Dodge, "I'm going to see my dad, and then we'll check into a hotel." I brush a hand over my head. “Then while we’re eating, we need to figure this out.”

13

FLORENCE

The Kung Pochicken went down well, even though Bradford and Dodge were talking over what the senior Winchester had told them. Money laundering and trafficking. His investigators stumbled upon the information by chance, and the computer whiz at MacFarlane discovered that Winchester had the information. Hence, the scare tactics.

At least Bradford's dad will make a full recovery, though things could have turned out much worse. I watch Bradford talk with Dodge but don't pay much attention to their conversation because I don't understand business, especially money laundering. But if it's anything medical, then I'm your girl. I'm interested in emergency medicine. I love my job and the daily challenges because no two days are the same.

Thinking about my job makes me feel unsettled, which is an unfamiliar feeling for me. I know it's because of Bradford, who has his blue eyes focused my way. Dodge smiles as he leaves the room. As my heart starts thundering in my chest, I realize that I don't want to leave this man.

"Do you have a plan?" I ask, my voice slightly husky.

Bradford smiles. "Dodge sent all the evidence my dad has to an FBI contact. So, I imagine we'll be safe very soon." He movesaround the table, takes my hands, and pulls me to my feet. "We need a shower before we go watching a hockey game," he says, steering me in that direction, a smirk on his handsome face.

"As much as I'd love to shower with you, you can't get your stitches wet."

Wincing, Bradford moans, "I forgot." He slips a hand around my waist and pulls me close as he dips his head and presses his lips to mine. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. The way his mouth fits to mine and our tongues slide together ignites a fire inside me. The feeling of his warm breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine as he moves his mouth along my neck.

He unfastens the button on my jeans and slowly unzips them while his hands explore my body. I moan softly, lost in the moment. He shoves my jeans down my hips. As I go to help him, he lifts my shirt over my head. I giggle as he trails kisses down my chest while I'm still trapped in my clothes. He laughs and helps me get free, his eyes full of desire. The way he looks at me makes me feel special and incredibly desired. I find myself being drawn to him more and more each day.

"I want you naked," I tell him when the last piece of my clothing hits the floor. He smirks and pulls me closer, pressing his pelvis against my belly to show me just how much he wants me.

He whispers, "I need you, Florence," in my ear before capturing my mouth in an explosive kiss.

Eager to feel his warmth against me, I reach for his sweats and shove them down. His penis is long, thick, and pulsing in my hand. I stroke it gently, feeling the power of his desire. I lick my lips in anticipation of what's to come. Bradford snaps his eyes closed and lets out a low growl of pleasure. "Fuck, that's good," he hisses. He arches his back and pushes harder into my hand.

I chuckle and drop to my knees. "I want to taste you," my voice is husky with desire.

He watches me feed his length slowly into my mouth, groaning with satisfaction. I play with the sensitive tip until he's panting, and his legs are quivering. He can't take it anymore, so he pulls me up to kiss me fiercely. With my back against the wall, he holds my gaze while his mouth captures one of my nipples. I shudder with need as he sucks at my flesh, his fingers finding my other nipple and teasing it gently.

While he sets me on fire with desire, a hand slips between my legs and I experience a rush of pleasure. A finger presses between my folds and slips inside me. I arch in response, unable to control the overwhelming pleasure rushing through me at his touch. My heart pounds, and I can't think. I can only feel.

He flips me around so that I'm facing the wall and pulls my hips toward him. I moan when I feel his cock pressing against my bottom. He rocks slowly against me, teasing me with every movement.

"I need to be inside you, Florence," he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes!" I thrust my hips out further, desperate for him to fill me.

I gasp with anticipation when I feel the head of his penis searching for entry. He finds what he's looking for, and I cry out in pleasure as he slowly enters me. His engorged flesh slides deeper into my wetness, stretching me in the most delicious way. Bradford presses close, his chest flush against my back, his breath hot on my neck.

"Bradford," I whisper. "Love me."

"Always," he breathes, his voice rough with emotion. His hands caress my belly and rise to cup my breasts. He holds them as he slowly pulls his hips back before snapping them forward, creating a delicious friction.

"Your stitches," I suddenly remember.

"I'm fine." His hips grind into my ass, pushing his dick deeper and touching that spot that makes me gasp with pleasure. He groans into my neck as his hips move in slow, deliberate circles. I feel his desire building, pulsating and warm. Mine is only seconds away from igniting. His fingers start pinching and rolling my nipples in time with his thrusts. Sweat coats my skin. When he slips a hand to my clit and starts to rub it, I arch my back and moan loudly, unable to contain myself any longer. I grip his cock as I shudder in release, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me. With one last ripple of orgasm, I squeeze his dick so hard that he curses, and semen starts spurting out in hot, thick ropes against my quivering flesh.

Groaning at the feel of him inside me, I collapse against the wall. I feel completely spent and satisfied when his arms wrap around my waist and pull me close to his chest. His breaths are heavy as we rest in each other's arms, propped up by the wall and basking in the afterglow.

14

BRADFORD

"I can't feel my toes."I huff out a laugh and drop my face into the crook of Florence's neck. "Babe, are you with me?" I slide out of her, wincing as my release spills between us. "I've made a mess of you."

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