Page 263 of Lilah
"Fever?" He asks.
"Yes," I nod once again and he types some more. I lean down to Grey.
"You're being the ultimate crackhead right now sugar," I whisper in his ear and before I can pull away he kisses me on the cheek and smirks. I scrunch my nose at him and he returns it to me.
"Okay Grey," the doctor stands, "I'm going to need you to come sit up on the table so I can examine you."
Grey doesn't move. Can he be any more of a handful?
He gets up slowly and moseys slowly over to the table. The doctor backs up a bit at seeing the size difference between Grey and him. Especially when Grey narrows his eyes at him, he backs up. I only pinch the bridge of my nose, shaking my head.
The whole examination is just terrible. Not once does Grey stop glaring at the poor doctor. Dr. McKinus doesn't even want to touch Grey and I don't blame him.
Awkwardly the doctor tells us he's got a sinus infection and that he's sending a prescription to the pharmacy before leaving swiftly.
Then that's where Grey has theaudacityto turn to me with pity-me-eyes.
Freaking crackhead.
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"C'mon darling," I pull on his hand, "I know you can do it."
He grunts. I climb onto the bed and flatten myself on his bare back. I kiss his shoulder twice.
It's been a day since going to the doctor. Grey continues to be a crackhead.
He turns over suddenly and places me back down onto him. I land right on his goody.
"Fuck me," he trails his hands up my sides and I gasp. He grips onto my thighs and spreads them further apart, pressing me down onto him further. I gasp at the feeling.
He grasps the bottom of my shirt and yanks it off of me leaving me only in my amazing light blue underwear and matching sports bra. I can't believe I'm actually matching.
"I said we can't do this until you're better," I warn him, starting to slide off.
"Yeah well there are positions where I'm not face to face with you so," he grabs onto my leg and pulls my butt against the front of him.
"I can do this way just fine," he squeezes my hips.
"Against the wall is good too," he starts pulling my underwear down and I get hot.
"What did you eat?" I mumble breathlessly. Something made him extra hornish.
"Not you yet and that's the problem," he tosses my light blue underwear somewhere and pushes me down on my back.
"Wait!" I call out, gripping onto his hair.
"I promised Mr. Terrip I'd be at the store by twelve-thirty," I grumble and look over at the clock which says that it's already twelve-twenty.
My words go right over his head as he lowers his mouth down onto me anyway.
He pulls away after making me feel like I'm floating on a cloud and he grips onto my hand.
He sits me up and instead of kissing my lips, he kisses my neck. After kissing it, he wraps his huge hand around the base of it. He never squeezes he only holds his hand there.
"Ride me," he grumbles out and my eyes widen.
Jesus forgive us.
