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“Nooo, baby, please!” I begged some more.

He flipped me onto my back and proceeded to grind into me. The leather of his boxers was soaked. The friction was building until my body couldn’t take it anymore.

I came hard, shaking, holding onto him.

And then he was inside me.

No easing in, but going deep with fast but steady strokes. Fucking me exactly how I needed. The second orgasm hit fast and violently, stealing my breath, and making our combined essence pour out everywhere.

I hope they have good cleaners.

CHRIS

“I’ll be back to take you to lunch. Bye, ladies.”

“Bye!” the nurses sang in unison.

I cut my eyes at them as Vel walked off, amused and annoyed all at once.

I’d been called in almost nonstop the past few weeks. Some flu virus was running through the city, and I couldn’t say no to helping the babies. The one good thing was that Ty and Malisa both had the flu, so I didn’t have to deal with their weirdness.

We still didn’t know who had been stalking me, so Vel insisted on escorting me everywhere. He drove me to work, walked me inside, took me to lunch, and came back to get me every single day.

I tried to convince myself it was getting on my nerves, because it was. But the truth was I appreciated it more than I wanted to admit. Being with a man who actually shows up will really shake your nervous system after years of nothing.

I didn’t worry about what Vel was doing when I wasn’t around. He made sure I never had to. I had his locations, passcodes, and access to his accounts. Personal and business. When he said he loved me, he meant it. And everything we were building pointed toward more.

I was about to test that with a surprise of my own.

“CODE BLUE!”

The intercom blared, and the floor snapped into motion.

The day had already been long and chaotic. I barely had time to grab my bag before heading toward the front to meet Vel. That’s when a pregnant woman walked in, clearly in labor.

I rushed to hit the call button and grab a wheelchair.

As I helped her sit, Brian walked in carrying a child on his hip, another older one trailing beside him holding his hand.

“Brian?” My stomach dropped. Why was he here?

“You know my boyfriend?” the woman asked from the wheelchair.

Fuck.

I hesitated. No matter how I felt, I didn't want to add stress to the woman or her baby.

“I’ll take the kids to daycare,” I said smoothly.

“Have you fucked him?” she asked as I took the little one from him.

Other nurses rushed in to help her, but she waved them off and focused on me.

I took the smaller child from him. Both kids looked just like him.

I didn’t want to acknowledge her, but I wasn’t going to lie for him.

“It’s been well over six months since I've even spoken to him, but I don’t think that matters looking at these kids.”