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“Over you, yes. I’ve wanted you since the day you walked into my office at the clinic. That was a damned long time ago and now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.” He paused for just a second. “And just so you know, once those fucking divorce papers are signed, I intend to make up for lost time.”

“What does that mean?” I knew, but I still wanted to hear the words from him.

“Fucking you into tomorrow,” he said roughly. “Hell, I may just keep you in bed for a week.”

His declaration caused my pussy to clench with need. “I like the sound of that.” I kissed his chin and then yawned, no longer able to hold one back. I was tired and had an early day tomorrow.

He sighed. “You’re tired. Let’s go to bed.”

Hope at the possibilities of what Liam was implying blossomed inside me. “Are we having a sleepover?” Even I could even hear the optimism in my voice.

His genuine smile made his face all the more handsome. “We are. I hadn’t planned to stay, but I want the feel of you against me all night.” He paused for emphasis. “Naked.”

Oh my!“You certainly like to torture yourself,” I teased, grinding down on his erection.

He hissed, his expression tightening. “Abstinence makes you stronger.”

Maybe it did for him, but all it did for me was keep me in a constant state of arousal when he was around. “Pff!” That was all I could manage.

He nudged me with his hips to get up. “And anticipation is half the fun of getting there.”

Now, I did agree with that.

Chapter 15

Doc

Waking up with a naked Harlow against me was sheer fucking torture. She’d been right, but her warm, luscious curves pressed against me, and knowing they were mine, was worth it. I hadn’t been able to resist staying with her the night before. It had taken me hours to finally get to sleep spooning up against her, my dick so fucking stiff it was a wonder it didn’t break off when I’d jabbed it against her. Yup, sheer. Fucking. Torture. I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t survive another night like this.

She, on the other hand, hadn’t seemed to have any problem sleeping through the night once she’d drifted off. She’d settled right down, burrowing into me and welcoming my arm over her. Said it made her feel safe. Hell, safe was the last thing she should have felt in my arms. If she only knew the filthy things I wanted to do to her. I had a hunch that Harlow’s experience with fucking was of the vanilla kind.

She knew nothing about the raw passion and intensity I put a woman through when they were in my bed. I liked it rough. I liked it dirty. I liked submission. Once I made her mine, she was going to learn that the doctor she worked for had hidden talents, and I couldn’t wait to show them to her. I needed to own all of Harlow. The last time I’d felt this deeply about a woman had been in med school. I shook the image of Susana out of my head and carefully extricated myself from Harlow and the bed.

I stared down at her while slipping into my jeans. I’d been furious when I’d first gotten to her apartment the night before, fully prepared to accuse her of betraying me with another man, of playing me. I’d seen enough of that shit during my years with the club. Jealousy is an ugly beast. It takes over your common sense and ability to deal with things like an adult. Seeing that image of her in the arms of another man and not knowing the story behind it had felt like plunging a knife in my fucking heart. I’d let Monk’s smug comments plant the seeds of doubt in my head.

I snuck to the kitchen. I wanted to fix Harlow breakfast, but when I opened the fridge all I saw was yogurt. My lips twisted down with disgust. There were no eggs, bacon, none of the stuff that filled a man’s gut with the energy he needed to start the day. So I dug out my phone and pulled up the app that would show me what our delivery options were for breakfast. Once I found a restaurant I was familiar with, I put in a hefty order and then proceeded to make coffee.

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