“Dr. Morgan, I’d like to review a case in the conference room, now that you’re back from your break.” I stand up and stride over to them, noting with some satisfaction that I’m taller and broader than the young resident trying to talk up my girl.
My girl.
Jesus fuck, when did I start thinking of her that way? But there’s no time for an existential crisis because Heidi is giving me a grateful look, then turning to the jackass and saying a hurried goodbye. We turn and go down the hall into the empty conference room.
As soon as the door is closed, I pull her in, cupping her chin, not exactly gently, and tilting her face up to meet mine. I’m not used to feeling this way, obsessed and territorial over a woman, much less in the face of someone I know I’m superior to.
My arrogance should perhaps be alarming, but right now my rational thought has left the building, and all that’s left is this need to remind her of who I am. Who we are.
“What was that all about?” I ask in a low growl.
Her eyes roll up. “Oh God, he followed me up from the cafeteria. We had one class together last semester. One class. Thank you for getting me out of there.”
Even though I know the eye roll was for him, not me, that sass sparks something inside of me. I plunge my hand down the front of her scrub pants and cup her pussy. It’s warm and wet already.
“This is mine, Heidi. Mine. Got it? I don’t share.”
She moans, arching into my hand. “Take it, Max. Take me.”
“Shit,” I grunt. I thrust one finger into her heat, then two. Then I start up a punishing pace, pushing in and out of her. It’s tight and awkward, given she’s still fully dressed, but neither one of us cares in this moment. When her mouth opens on a cry, I cover it with my own, drinking down the sounds of her release even as my fingers milk it out of her.
When she sags against me, I slowly withdraw, lifting my fingers to my mouth and licking them clean.
“This sweetness is for me only.”
Her head nods up and down against my chest and I feel the band of jealousy ease slightly. I tilt her head up and kiss her firmly, relishing the fact that she opens to me immediately. “It’s torture not being able to claim you in front of bastards like him.” There’s an uncomfortable thread of vulnerability in my words, and I tense slightly, wondering if she hears it.
Her arms snake around my neck as she pulls me back in for another kiss. “You don’t need to claim me in public, Max. I’m not about to flirt or entertain anyone else when I can go home with you.”
The relief I feel at her reassurance is somewhat surprising. I guess I hadn’t realized how invested I was in her, nor how much I needed to hear that she is seemingly just as invested in me.
“Are you coming home with me tonight?” I ask, my voice much calmer than before.
“I hope so.” A saucy grin creeps across her face. “I can’t have you getting too far ahead on the orgasm tally, now, can I?”
I chuckle drily. “Sweetheart, you don’t have a chance in hell of ever getting ahead. Not when making you come has become my number one hobby.”
She’s fighting back laughter as her fingers thread into my hair. “Well. I guess I can’t stand in the way of yournumber one hobbythen, can I?”
I shake my head, trying to be serious when I can feel my own amusement bubbling up. “No. Definitely not. After all, hobbies take a lot of practice and dedication. I really shouldn’t be distracted.”
“Right, right… So, tonight then, I guess you’ll need to focus on this hobby. Perfect it, maybe.”
My lips turn up. “Yes. Exactly. I may need several tries, but perfection is the goal.”
Her lips press to mine lightly before she murmurs against my mouth.
“Far be it for me to stand in the way of perfection.”
“Especially when it truly serves both of our best interests.”
With a stifled groan, Heidi steps back and makes a show of looking at her watch. “How many more hours do we have to work?”
I don’t bother hiding my adjustment of my stiff cock in my pants, loving the way her eyes widen as she catches me doing it.
“Too many, sweetheart. Too many.”
Chapter twenty-two
