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He kisses my fingers again, frowning at the cast. “You need to heal.”
“My doctor said I’m okay for that.”
“I’m your doctor,” he corrects.
“I’m okay, Leo,” I whisper.
His eyes drop to my lips.
“I promise. Kiss me.”
Doc closes his eyes, looking pained. When his eyes open, he’s no longer at war with himself.
“Lift your hips,” he orders again.
I do as I’m told. Peeling my sweats off, he takes my socks with them. Gentle fingers untie my sling.
“This goes back on after your nap. I know you sleep better without it, and you need rest.”
“Hmm,” I hum.
“Those pain pills kicking in?” He grins.
I nod sleepily, my eyes drooping.
“Slowly.” He lowers me to the thick pillows.
Opening the bedside drawer to my left, Leo pulls something out. A condom.
“For now, we don’t risk it,” he explains at my frown.
“You didn’t want to before.”
Sighing, he brushes my hair away from my face. “You need to heal. We’ll talk tomorrow, but I want you to pick a contraception, and I’ll sort it out.”
My eyes fill at his words.
“Shh.”
I close my eyes, feeling his hand slip beneath my black panties.
“You don’t want a baby anymore?”
My breath hitches as pleasure builds between my thighs.
“I do.” He nods. “But you need to heal. Your body.” He presses harder on my clit. “Your mind.” He strokes my temple. “Your soul.” He leans down to kiss between my covered breasts.
I whimper when his fingers leave me.
Soft kisses rain down the side of my face as he moves above me. The sound of his zipper makes my pussy contract. Thick fingers move my panties to the side.
I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him.
“Ahh,” I cry out as he enters me.
“Shh.” He soothes again.
Leo holds himself above me, his elbows braced on the pillow on either side of my head. We are both soaking in the feel of each other.
