“I just invited him to get a taste of what he really wanted.”
“And how’d you do that?”
“I stepped into his office and let him feel me—”
“And was that before or after he told you to leave?”
“Everyone knows these doctors play hard to get. So what, he told me to leave, he didn’t mean it.”
I stepped back and glared at her. “He asked you to leave and then you made another advance?”
“He wanted me to touch him. I felt how aroused he was through his pants.”
My eyes widened. “You grabbed his dick, in his office.”
“He wanted me to.”
“And that was when he pinned you against his file cabinet? To get you off of him?”
“He was just playing hard to get. If that doctor and her patient hadn’t walked in—”
“You’re disgusting.” I pushed past Suzanne because I didn’t need to hear anything else she had to say. Especially not when I pulled out my cell phone and checked it to make sure everything she just said had been recorded. I smiled, feeling satisfied as I downloaded the file and emailed it to myself and the person in the legal department and human resources, who I just spoke with. I informed them I would be in their offices early the next morning to relay exactly what I heard Suzanne admit to, before I turned the corner and pushed through the door that led to the stairwell.
I felt so good, I didn’t need to take the elevator down anymore. I floated down the eight flights of stairs down to the garage parking where my car was parked.
I hummed to myself the entire way home, feeling relieved that Suzanne was finally being exposed for the conniving trash she was. But as I pulled into my driveway, my humming immediately stopped—because I couldn’t actually pull into my driveway. There was already another vehicle there. A white Range Rover.
My heart began racing. For some reason, I checked the date on my phone. I parked at the curb in front of my house and before I could even push my door open, it was being pulled open from the outside. Jacob barely gave me time to turn the car all the way off before he was pulling me by the arm, out of my car and into his arms.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I buried my face into that space where his neck met his shoulder. I inhaled deeper than I ever had in my life, enjoying his scent.
Jacob pulled back first but only to cover my lips with his. My body instantly reacted to his and my lips opened, allowing his tongue entrance. I groaned against his lips, my eyes squeezing shut and the juncture between my legs growing moist with each second. I’d missed him so much I spent my time working double shifts and trying to dig up dirt on Suzanne all in attempts to distract me from how much I missed him.
“Let me look at you,” he said against my lips after breaking off from the kiss. His hands cupped the sides of my neck and those grey eyes of his scanned my face as if making sure to see that nothing had changed in the past twenty-nine days.
Speaking of …
“What are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to leave Willow Springs until tomorrow.” I’d written it down in my calendar and had a countdown on my phone. But who was counting, right?
“Time off for good behavior.”
I smirked and ran my hands up his chest, pulling him impossibly closer to me by the coat he wore.
“No, really, are you okay? Did something happen—”
He cut me off by kissing me again. But it was just a quick peck.
“A lot happened. We’ll get to that. But right now I don’t want to talk about Willow Springs.” His eyes narrowed and darkened in that way that made my body hum with desire.
Seconds later, we were stumbling through my front door, tearing at one another’s clothing. And while winter was generally my favorite season of the year, I resented it so much due to the extra layer of clothing both Jacob and I had to peel through to get to one another’s bodies.
“I missed the hell out of you,” Jacob growled as we entered my bedroom, half-naked and just before planting another spine-tingling kiss on my lips.
I soaked it all up, having missed him equally as much. I worked my hands to his waist and lifted the T-shirt he’d worn underneath the sweater that I was pretty certain had been discarded somewhere in my hallway. Once his top half was uncovered, my hands went to my own waist, undoing the drawstring of my scrubs, but then Jacob stopped me.
“Wait.” He pulled back and stepped away from me.
I immediately felt cold at his withdrawal. I watched as he moved across the bedroom and flicked on the light, illuminating the entire room.
