Page 115 of This Wasn't The Plan


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There’s a beat of dead silence on the call.

“Now?” Grant asks, sounding baffled. “You’re coming to the office now?”

“Shit,” I hiss, biting my lip. “No. No, I meant… let me check my diary and get back to you… about tomorrow.”

Beckett reaches over and clicks the mute button so they can’t hear.

“Come,” he commands, his voice dropping to a predatory growl.

I don’t just come; I shatter. I scream his name, my body arching off the chair as he watches the ripples of the orgasm take me, his fingers still moving, still owning every single part of me.

He pulls his hand back and leans in to give me a quick kiss.

“Good talk, Madi,” he whispers. “I think I’m definitely on board with your services.”

Forty-Two

Me:It’s late, Dr. Lawson. Do you ever actually sleep, or is your body fueled entirely by cardiovascular fitness?

I wait, watching the three little dots appear almost instantly.

Beckett:I could ask you the same thing. It’s 2:15. Shouldn’t you be dreaming?

Me:I was, until a certain someone decided to run a treadmill right above my head.

Beckett:Your neighbor is an asshole.

Me:Right?

Beckett:Are you complaining about the noise, or are you just lonely down there?

I feel a smile tugging at my mouth despite my best efforts to stay annoyed.

Me:I’m perfectly fine.

Beckett:Fine is overrated at this hour. Come up here.

My heart does a little tap-dance against my ribs.

Me:I’m in my pajamas. They have penguins on them.

Beckett:I’ve seen you in granny slippers, Madi. The penguins don’t scare me.

Me:They should. They’re very judgmental birds.

Beckett:Tell them to bring you up to 4B. I’m off the treadmill. Just got out of the shower.

The mental image of Beckett, dripping wet, towel hanging low on those hips. It’s enough to make my insomnia feel like a gift.

Me:Is this a medical emergency, Doc?

Beckett:It’s a case of acute restlessness. Only one known cure.

Me:And let me guess, it involves me leaving my apartment?

Beckett:And ideally, the penguins stay at the door. I’m waiting.

I bite my lip, staring at the phone. I should stay here. I have a meeting in the morning.