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“Me too,” he said breathlessly.
“Move. I need friction and pace.”
He rubbed his finger over a nipple. Then his hips began moving, stretching, pumping…
“It’s never been this good,” I got in between his kisses.
“Same,” he gasped. “Need more.” He pushed up onto one hand for leverage and the other hand cupped my hip to raise it as he thrust faster.
The bed rocked.
I cried out as everything detonated and my legs clamped around him.
He came with a roar.
Chests heaving, we lay there gasping for air. I floated. It had never been like this. It’d never been this good. Damn it, I didn’t want to be in love with this man who planned to leave me. Him being here was only temporary. But nothing was going to change how I felt.
Nothing.
I couldn’t let this derail my life.
Somehow, I had to keep a part of me intact so when the moment arrived that he had to take off and return to his traveling lifestyle, I wouldn’t fall apart.
33
Amber
Susan leaned into the doctors’ office while I looked through the patients checked in for emergency exams. “The senator is on his way, but they ran into some traffic on the drive from the airport. The overnight doctor wants you look at two cases. She’s not sure if they’re surgical or not. And the producer called a non-negotiable meeting. As in you and Dr. Todd need to be there now.”
I blew out a rough sigh. Just what I wanted first thing this morning: a play-by-play of the holiday while I tried not to give Ian any hot looks. My mind remained stuck on the highs he took me to last night, and me ducking out at four a.m. like a coward to avoid facing him this morning.
I re-read the second note in my pile of phone messages. The American Veterinary Medical Association wanted me to be a keynote speaker at their big conference this year?Me? This had to be a hoax. I was barely even a vet. Only trained professionals with something interesting to say were invited to do that.
A quick shuffle found most of the messages were similar requests for appearances, interviews, and even one endorsement. Did this mean I needed an agent or something to handle non-veterinary bullshit?
I should call Ian’s agent.
“So, you and Dr. Todd went away for the weekend?” Susan led. “How’d that go?”
“It made for great TV.”
“Are the two of you a legit thing?”
I woke up to next to him naked. Did that make us a true couple?
I compressed my lips. Gossiping with Susan or any of the staff wasn’t my thing. To put my personal life as the focal point might shift our relationship into something I didn’t want. For sure I didn’t want it on camera. My gaze swept to the corner of the room where the show had mounted a new camera pointed directly at my desk space.
“Is it serious?” she pressed.
“It’s on camera. How serious can we be?”
“You’re not a person who lets people in. So, I’m thinking if you let him in, it’s serious.”
“There you go. The show’s going to make people think whatever it wants about us.” I grabbed my cell phone as I stood. “I assume this mandatory meeting is in the conference room.”
I marched into the room and let the door slam behind me. It was one of those doors with a heavy automatic shut mechanism. If you didn’t hold the handle, it made a dramatic slam. This morning, I liked the noise. It reflected my mood.
Everyone else had already arrived, and by that, I meant my boss, Marianna, the producer’s assistant, a group of people Marianna used for spit balling ideas, and Ian. I avoided looking at Ian out of hope no one would guess what happened last night or the night before.
