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“Do you like that?” I murmured.

She bit her lip between her teeth. “Yes.”

I pushed her breasts together and moved my tongue across them, greedily giving each one an equal amount of attention. She groaned as she gently bounced on my lap. I sucked in a sharp breath each time she slid back down. It felt like a pressure valve opening and closing. I blew a slow, long breath across her skin. She shuddered.

I was trying to savor the experience, but I didn’t have much longer before I exploded. I wanted to relish in the feeling of being submissive. Gypsy looked down at me and smiled wickedly. She eased off my lap and spun around, then guided me back inside her. Watching her from this angle as the curvature of her back moved so eloquently and palming each cheek, I wallowed in the ecstasy that filled the room.

She leaned forward just enough to grip the sheets then started to bounce. That alone pushed my head backward and my mouth open. I felt her clench around me as her orgasm started, intense spasms gripping me and milking my cock.

“Oh, God,” I called out. “You feel as good as you look, baby.”

She peeked over her shoulder, and that was all it took. Egged on by her moans and body motion, I pushed myself farther inside her. She unleashed a guttural moan that sounded almost animalistic. Her body bucked against mine, and I gave into the feeling we’d both set out to achieve. Before I could get the moan I had caught in my throat out, she shook uncontrollably and screamed out.

“Shit,” I breathed, my chest rising and falling. I braced myself for what was next. “I’m coming.” She undulated her body a few more times, and that was the end of me. I held her hips like they were handlebars and shook my body inside hers until I had nothing left.

When she crawled off me and lay down in sheer giddiness, I crawled over beside her and wrapped myself around her. I felt legless and I loved it. “Let’s never fight again, okay?” I pushed the hair off the side of her face and kissed her cheek.

She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes. If we could pull that off, I’d never leave her side.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Gypsy

We had no more than walked into Evan’s parents’ house when my phone rang. It was Dr. Marshal responding to my earlier message. The office was closed for the holiday, so I had no duties for three days, which was why I was in Syracuse. Evan’s family hosted Thanksgiving on the holiday while my mother waited for the Saturday after as a strict rule, leaving the actual holiday for her own rest and a little house decoration.

“I’m sorry, I have to take this.” I grimaced as I held the phone up, and Evan nodded, releasing me from the awkward introductions. I ducked into the entryway and found a quiet place to talk.

“Dr. Marshal?”

“Gypsy, how many times have I told you to call me Cameron?” His voice was light, much less stressed than many of our previous conversations. He was always working, and I’d never seen him out of the office, so it made sense that his over-serious demeanor was due to work stress.

“Sorry, Cameron. I guess you got my voicemail?” I bit my lip. I was struggling, and it was embarrassing to ask someone for help, but especially your mentor when you were doing a residency.

“I got it, and no worries. I’d love to help you with your studies. I was thinking we could do Saturday afternoons starting after this weekend. My plate is pretty full this weekend.”

I almost squealed with delight. Evan was talking to me again. Cameron had agreed to help me study, and life seemed to be going well. “Thank you so much. Oh, my God, I’ve been so stressed out about classes. You have no idea what this means to me.” I could have kissed the man right there.

“No problem. Just let me know a good time next Saturday, okay?” He cleared his throat. “Happy Thanksgiving, Gypsy.”

“Happy turkey day, Doc.” I grinned as I hung up the phone and walked around the corner. Evan looked at me suspiciously, but when I lavished a huge kiss on him right in front of his mother and her new boyfriend, he blushed.

“Good news?” he asked, hooking an arm around my waist.

“The best. Now, let’s go get some of that food!” I followed him and his mother into the dining room.

We feasted on all the traditional favorites—turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, rolls, corn, and mashed potatoes. We ate for more than an hour, and when we were finished, we sat around the table talking. Evan seemed stiff, even uncomfortable, but not altogether upset. He spoke to me more than anyone, but at times, he addressed his mother. He never once spoke to her boyfriend, however, which I worried about, but it was none of my business until he made it mine.

When we were all exhausted, he carried our bags up the stairs to the end of the hall. “This used to be my room,” he told me, “before Dad died and I left.”

Pushing into the room, I noticed how small it was. A double bed sat in the corner, complete with a dark blue space-themed comforter. It looked as though nothing had been changed since he was eighteen. Posters of sports figures from a decade ago clung to the walls, and a pin-up poster of a woman in a red bathing suit hung on the back of the door. I chuckled.

“What’s that?” I asked, snickering.

Evan yanked it off the door and crumpled it up, tossing it in the corner of the room. “Nothing. I was stupid when I was a kid.” He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me hard. “I have you now. I don’t need pinup girls.”

I accepted his eager kisses, feeling the wine from dinner tingle my skin. I’d planned a bit of a special evening for us, including a slinky negligee I’d purchased for just this occasion. So I pushed him off me, grinning.

“I’m going to shower really quick, okay? You get comfortable.” I picked up my overnight bag and escaped before he could protest and ruin my plans. The shower was tiny, but the water was hot and I was tired. I wasn’t sure if it was the three-hour drive, the tryptophan in the turkey, or the bit of buzz I had from the wine, but my body ached for release and then sleep.

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