Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
When my silence became a little awkward, she pushed her glasses up her nose and studied me. “You didn’t know.” It was a horrified statement, not a question. But I shook my head all the same.
“Okay, well. There you have it. If you want to ruin me, you’ve got all you need. I just broke doctor-patient confidentiality.”
“I don’t—I won’t—” I stopped and cleared my throat, but it was still raspy when I said. “I would like you to remain Allison’s doctor.”
She looked uncertain, and I lifted a brow. “Don’t fall on your sword, Dr. Frazier. That hurts your patients more than it hurts you.”
She considered my words for a moment, then nodded. “True. I won’t jeopardize their care.”
I cocked my head to the side as a thought hit me. “How do you know she’s pregnant? Isn’t that what this appointment is for? To confirm?”
“She couldn’t wait and came in during her lunch break and begged me to do a blood test. This appointment is to do an ultrasound and check the health of both of them.”
The door opened, and Harriet stuck her head in, her eyes immediately going to me and glaring. Damn, this woman clearly had a chip on her shoulder over the men in this family. “Allison is here. Should I take her to another room?”
I’d tolerated her hostility, but her suggestion was preposterous, and I let her know. “Absolutely not. Do you really think my fiancée wants to have her first ultrasound without the father present? If you want to dislike me, I don’t care unless it spills over onto my woman. So bring her the fuck in here, right now!”
Harriet looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth before tears welled up, and she went running from the room. “Manda mierda.”
“I expect you to apologize when we’re done here,” Dr. Frazier snapped coldly. I almost argued that Harriet had started it, but I was almost forty fucking years old. I did not pout or displace blame like a little kid.
Instead, I nodded obediently. “Yes, ma’am.” My answer and attitude seemed to thaw the ice around her a little.
The door opened again, and I held my breath in anticipation as Allison stepped through the entrance. She was practically glowing and even more beautiful than I remembered.
Again, the barrage of emotions held me in stasis. With no clear direction, I didn’t know what to do next. I wanted to kiss her, fuck her, scold her, spank her, scoop her up and run to someplace where I could lock us in permanently.
Then her whiskey eyes landed on me, and I knew exactly what I was going to do next. In one fluid motion, I stood, then prowled over to where she was standing and tugged her body into mine before crashing my mouth down over hers.
10
Diego
Allison sighed and melted into me, coming up on her toes and locking her arms around my neck. “Ali,” I groaned against her lips. It had been too fucking long since I’d had her in my arms. My heart was bursting with love, but my body was on fire, and all I could think about was finding a hard surface to support her so I could sink deep inside her.
I knew there was a bed of sorts, but the wall was closer, so I backed her up in that direction while my tongue tangled with hers. One of my hands slipped between us to pop the first button on her blouse—
“AHEM!” The loud clearing of a throat penetrated the haze of lust that had overcome me.
But even the doctor’s blatant reminder of where we were and that she was there, I continued to kiss her. It was less fierce but no less poignant. Finally, when I’d had my fill enough to let her go—for probably all of five minutes—I pulled back. Her lips were swollen and ripe, begging for more of my attention, but she was also pale, her dimples nowhere to be found. I forced myself to remember why we were at a doctor’s office instead of at home fucking like animals in heat.
“What—um, what are you doing here?” she stuttered.
Anger pushed to the surface, and my brow furrowed as my expression darkened. “We’ll talk about that after the doctor looks you over.”
She glanced at the doctor, then back at me before she bit her lip. Somehow, I knew she was contemplating how much I knew. I used my thumb to tug her lip out from between her teeth and rumbled, “Let’s make sure everything is alright with the baby”—I gave her a pointed look and crimson stained her cheeks and her dimples creased—”then we’ll go somewhere and talk.” And we would talk eventually, but first, I intended to make her scream in ecstasy while I fucked her like I hadn’t seen her in four damn weeks.