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“Hey, I’m at work so I can’t talk long. How have you been?”

“We can chitchat later. The patient that you were called to the waiting room for. Did they have a heart problem?”

“No. He said his heart was racing and that his left arm was hurting, but when we treated him, everything was normal. Why?” he asks.

“No reason. We can talk later. Bye.”

I hang up, not waiting for a response.

“So the patient was a decoy too. I bet this was all an elaborate setup to make me lose my license. That asshole,” I curse.

“It seems to be the case. Atticus is on it. You go home now. You need rest. You’ve been staring at the screen too long.”

I scoff. “You do it all day every day.”

“Yeah, and I’m used to it. You’re used to blood and vomit. Go rest your eyes.”

I roll my eyes at him, leaving the room to find Hades. I smile when I find him in his room, napping on the bed.

Without a word, I climb in next to him, loving the way his arms fit around me. I snuggle in close and let my mind drift away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Hades

Idon’t exactly remember falling asleep, but I will never forget waking up.

My eyes blink open to suction on my cock as my body comes alive.

Looking down, I see the mess of brown hair thrown up in a messy bun as Evelyn sucks my cock like she wants to go pro.

“Fuck, Princess,” I mutter, sliding my hand into her hair.

She looks up at me, her eyes full of mischief as she takes my entire cock down her throat, swallowing.

I swear I leave this plane of existence. One minute I am there with her, the next I am exploding down her throat. It’s embarrassing how quickly she makes me come, but when she climbs up my body, kissing me with my taste still in her mouth, I can’t even be mad at it.

I devour her lips, needing to be closer to her. To show her how much she means to me.

When she finally pulls back, she has a smile on her face.

“What a way to wake a man up. How about I return the favor?”

She squeals as I flip her onto her back, moving down her body until I am between her legs. Her shorts and panties come off quickly as I go to work on her pussy.

She squirms and squeezes. Screams and begs. I take her right to the point of no return, only to let her come back down, frustration clear in the noise she makes.

“Jonah, I swear to fucking god if you do not make me come, I will suffocate you in your sleep.”

I pull back, smirking at her. “With this pussy? What a way it would be to go.”

“Smartass. Get me off or I will do it my fucking self.”

I would like to believe it is a threat, but I know it isn’t. My girl has no problem getting herself off. I’ve even caught her doing it in bed next to me. It has always led to some hot sex, so I don’t mind, but fuck if I will let her take this orgasm from me. Especially when she made me come so good.

Moving from between her legs, I position my now hard cock at her entrance. Without warning, I thrust inside of her, pushing her body up the bed. She moans, her nails digging into my shoulder.

“Yes, more,” she demands.