Little brat. I pull back, dick half slick, and inch forward hard.
The rest of the exam is anything but gentle.
“You bet your ass they are. Look to your right. Glass cabinet.”
She rises to her toes when she sees our reflection. “Oh, God. Oh, Doc.”
“That’s exactly how you make me feel. Now take a dose of your medicine. And look at me while I fuck you. I want to see your flushed face when I bottom out.”
Mia pushes back, meeting my every thrust, whimpering under her breath as I give it to her. Her medicine, my cure.
I set a mean pace and find her clit, circling and pinching until she’s fluttering around me, tight as a fist, and bringing me tosanity’s edge.
Mia gives a silent sob into her arm, and I grunt into her back, our releases tumbling together.
When we get up, my desk is a disaster, and my ‘patient’ can barely stand without using me as a crutch. I clean us up as best I can, help her back into her clothes, and shrug out of my coat.
“Are you sure you can’t take this home?” she asks, running a hand over the white fabric on the hanger.
“I’ll grab a clean one on our way out, you little minx.” She huffs a laugh, still flushed, a little less wobbly. “Let's go home,” I say as I take her hand and head for the door. “The clinic is now closed. But consider yourself admitted to house care.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
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There’s nowten days left on Mia’s visa. It also marks the firstand lasttime I lied to her. I told her we got an extension.
The truth is Liam’s lawyers did their magic. I’m a free man,andMia can stay in the States for good. As much as I wanted the marriage-based green card, she deserves residency that stands in her own name. She might say I’m in a hurry, but I’m only matching the speed of my pulse when she walks into a room.
Mia is the first choice I’ve made becauseIwanted it. I’ve lived a long life of honor and duty, of doing what I believed was right, not what I genuinely wanted.
And now? Now I want what’s mine to want: Mia.
She restores the part of me that forgot how to smile. She’s the hand that steadies the tremor I didn’t admit I had. Mia is proof that life is meant for more.
I crave the pleasure and pride of calling hermy wife. Of seeingmy ringon her finger. And fuck, what aring that is. She’ll be walking around crooked to the left. Hopefully, a little smug too.
I made plans. Outrageous ones. Needed the whole team involved. Callie is so hyped she’s carrying an inhaler now. April’s coordinating everything in a way she’d make Mia proud. Liam stepped up as father of the bride—sat me down, held the green card papers hostage, and wouldn’t hand them over until I’d heard him out. Threats to my life and all.
Lily’s in the dark. I won’t ask my kid to keep secrets. She’ll hear it all on the day.
I’ll take Mia to the federal office downtown, and they’ll wait at the building across from it. Balloons, champagne, confetti. Because there’s no wrong choice, no wrong answer. Of course I want her to be my wife, but she’s already what really matters.
My rebirth. My love. Mine.
* * *
It’s a school day, so Liam covers drop-off since Mia thinks her immigration appointment is at eight-thirty. While she’s upstairs getting ready, I loop Lily in and hand her a bouquet by the door, ‘just in case’ Mia says yes. Lily could rocket through the ceiling; instead, she climbs Uncle Liam, and they do a victory lap around the limousine he rented. He lets me know he also booked a presidential suite for us. Unnecessary, but I thank him anyway. He’s done so much for us already.
I park a block from the building, and we walk the rest of the way. She’s bracing for the interview, rehearsinganswers. If only she knew the question that matters most isn’t on their clipboard, it’s sitting in my pocket.
Across the street, our friends are lying low in a coffee shop window, half-crouched behind the counter. April’s palm is clamped over Callie’s mouth while they both jump in place.
Mia looks up at the building we’re about to go in and whispers, “This is it.”
I echo the same words in my mind.
A horn bleats. Her breath fogs. I take her hand in mine.
