She shook her head. “No.” She looked at the chair next to her. “Come and sit. You look stressed. Have you been eating? Drinking enough water? Sleeping well at home?”
“I told you that I’m not leaving the hospital until you can leave this place.”
“You’ve been here this whole time?” she asked, brows furrowing together. “Darling, you have to go out. Get some fresh air. Goodness, you’re probably more stressed than I am.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, grasping her hand. “Melissa wants me to go to a party with her for only a couple hours on Friday night. I won’t be gone for long, but if you want me to stay, I will stay. I don’t mind—”
“Go,” Mom said. “Please. It will make me feel better that you’re still getting out.”
CHAPTER20
MIA
It was Thursday night. All I wanted was to relax before the party tomorrow, and Michael showed up at the best time with the usual takeout. Dressed in that damn nice suit that fit him perfectly, his sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms, and my pussy was growing warmer by the damn second.
He sat down next to me in the hospital waiting room and placed the food down on the table in front of us. His brows were furrowed together, as if he had been stressed the entire day or was worried about something.
Before he could take out the sandwiches, I placed my hand on his knee and slid it up his thigh, aching for a release.
“Mia,” he said sternly, his voice turning me on more. “Remember the last time we did this in public.”
“TheMr. BryneI know doesn’t care about being caught,” I said, smiling sweetly at him.
The tension in his face disappeared for a moment, and he shifted in his seat, placing his hand on my knee, then trailing it up my thigh. He slid his hand over my leggings and dipped them between my legs, rubbing my pussy through the thin material. I snatched the takeout bag from him and placed it over my legs, so if anyone walked by, they wouldn’t be able to see him touching my pussy.
“Have you been thinking about this all day, Mia?”
I nodded and stared at him, watching his eyes grow playful. “More,” I whispered.
“So desperate,” he said, the corner of his lips curling up. He slipped his hand into my pants, hooked a finger inside my underwear, and pulled them to the side to rub small circles against my clit.
I blew out a shaky breath from my nose and balled the takeout bag in my fist. The pressure rose in my core, and I squeezed my knees together. God, I wished everyday could be like this with him.
“Keep your legs spread,” he said, eyes hardening.
I clenched, heat exploding between my thighs, and spread my legs a bit more for him.
“More.”
When I only spread them a few more inches, he grabbed my knee with his other hand and pulled it toward him, forcing me to spread my legs wide.
Then, he brushed his fingers up my thigh, up my abdomen, to my breast, and played with my nipple poking out of my shirt. “You were ready for me to come see you today,” he said with that devilish smirk on his face.
His fingers quickened, and I could feel the tension building up inside me. I dug my nails into him, unable to hold off my orgasm much longer.
A family walked into the waiting room, yet Michael didn’t stop. He dragged his fingertip across my nipple—back and forth, back and forth—making me tighten. I scooted in my seat, hoping that the family wouldn’t notice.
And then he pushed his fingers into me, starting to pump them in and out. “Are you going to moan for me, Mia?” he asked in my ear. “Or am I going to have to make you again?”
I could hear his finger thrusting into my wetness. He moved his fingers faster, and I shut my eyes tightly.
“Michael,” I whispered, holding his wrist even tighter. The force drove me higher and higher by the damn second.
“Your pussy feels so tight around my fingers,” he said. “Iwant to feel you tightening aroundthis.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. Right out in the damn open, like he didn’t care who saw.
I bit my lip, hoping to not make a sound. He groped my breast again, and I took another shaky breath.
God help me.
