“But you have to go see Doc.”
I shook my head. “I’m fine.”
He yanked free. “You got shot. Because of me! And then you got into another fight today because of me again!”
“This was nothing.” I tried to soothe him.
He brushed me off. “Maybe to you! But to me, it waseverything. You protected me, and I won’t let you get sick because of it.”
“Pip—”
His voice changed, taking on a pleading tone. “You treated me like I was important. Let me treat you like you're important too.”
Haz’s words echoed between my ears, and I sighed. “All right.” I gave in, reaching for him. “I understand. I’ll go see the doc, okay?”
He sniffled into my shirt.
Oddly, I didn’t mind being a human napkin.
“You’re coming with,” I said. I’d have Doc look at hisknees and everything else while we were there.
“I have to work,” he countered.
“I’m really beginning to hate that word.”
He laughed. “I never pegged you for the type to want your wife barefoot and pregnant at home.”
My groin tightened as a fresh wave of heat rolled through me. God, just the image of Rett walking around swollen with me while safe in my apartment made me want to open him up and sink in. So much so that I had him spread out over the dining room table and was between his legs before I even realized I’d moved.
Pip’s eyes were playful as he reached up to brush away a lock of hair from my cheek. “Too bad I’m not a girl to fulfill your fantasy.”
“The fact that you aren’t a girl is what makes me so hot.”
“I will happily walk around this house barefoot and full of your cum,” he crooned.
“I like the tall socks.”
He smiled brilliantly. “Full of cum and wearing your socks, then.”
I lowered my lips, but he put his hand over them. “Butafterwork.”
I groaned.
“Now that I have a headset, I can set up my laptop and manuals here.” He gestured to the table I had him pinned against. “I should probably set up. If I’m late, they’ll dock my pay.”
“What kind of place is this? A sweatshop!”
“I told you it’s a cable company.”
“I didn’t even know people had cable anymore,” I muttered, pulling back and helping him off the table.
“It’s a good thing they do because I get paid because of it.”
“How long until your shift starts?” I grumped.
He glanced at the phone. “An hour and a half.”
“I’ll make us something to eat while you set up.”
