I shrug.
“Are you jealous, Doctor?”
“Don’t talk shit.”
He steps closer, bracing his hands on either side of my head.
“I’ll ask you again.Are you jealous, Doctor?”
“Fuck you.”
“You still didn’t answer me.”
“I didn’t know I had to share your attention with someone else.”
He bends his arms, leaning in until his mouth is close to mine.
“You have my full attention,” he says, his lips almost brushing my own.“And I want yours.”
“You have it.”
“I don’t share, Doctor.I hope that’s clear.Because if it’s not…” His hot mouth claims mine, pinning me against the wall — a firm, brief touch that makes my legs tremble.
“I want to see you,” he says.“Tomorrow is my day off.”
“Mine too.I switched shifts.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“I know that after the game, you players have?—”
He silences me again, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth, pushing deep, as if he wants to steal the words straight from my tongue.
“Come to my place,” I blurt out the second he lets me go.“I’ll make you dinner.”
A half smile tugs at his mouth.“How many things can you do with those hands, Doctor?”
“More than you can imagine.”
And I fully intend to show him every single one.
Chapter33
Jamie
“I’m the one who’s late this time,” I say when he opens the door.
“Did you also shower twice and change three times?”
“Ah, no.Just family stuff.”
Actually, I did worse.I showered three times, then spent an hour sitting on the bed, staring at my wardrobe and trying to decide what to wear.
“Please, come in.”
“I brought this for you.”I hand him a bottle of wine.
“What a gentleman.”
