Page 22 of Nothing to Deny

“Freya?”

Presley’s voice interrupted her inappropriate fantasy. “Yes, Handsome? Sorry, my mind was drifting.”

“Drifting where, Little Skit?” Baer asked, mischief dancing in him.

When he elevated her foot, his breath touched the pad of her big toe, forcing a rush of heat through her. Clenching her abs, she tried her best not to react, but he noticed how hard she swallowed. Oh. Oh. Oh. The flare of his gaze… She had him, enticed him, intrigued him.

Licking his lips slowly, he lowered his chin, routing his exhale to her sensitive instep. A tremble shimmered from her inner thighs to the most intimate corner of her enlivened body.

“Baer,” she whispered, her voice almost not there.

When he next breathed against the groove of her foot, the whisper of his lips brushed her skin. Like he’d flipped a switch, she rolled onto her back, and her foot leaped from the arm of the chair to land on his chest. Curling her toes into the thick fabric of his expensive shirt, they begged to be spoiled too.

“Have you… have you had sex?” Presley asked like he wasn’t quite sure what he was witnessing.

Join the club, kid.

Her overloaded senses presented a vision, both inside and out… Oh, she wanted more.

“With Freya?” Baer asked. Guy deserved credit for getting that out, getting any words out. “No.”

“Would you?” Presley asked, excited.

“Would I? Hell, yeah, I would.”

Because it was his job.

A trolley rattled into the room, and she sat up fast, snatching her feet from Baer.

“Who ordered one cast?” a male voice echoed behind her, but she was too engrossed by Baer to turn around.

The quick smile he offered grew curious. “You okay?”

“I’m, uh… just going to see what Rufio dug up for me.”

Sliding off the bed, she was quick about skipping around it and picking up her shoes.

“Freya?” Presley called when she was nearing the door. “We still going for burgers?”

“Of course, Handsome,” she said, holding onto the doorframe, supporting her balance as she put on one shoe, then the other. “I know how long this takes… I just have to see some patients, sign some paperwork… won’t take long. Baer will stay with you.”

That’s what she said and meant… Except in the hallway, just outside the room, she needed a moment to gather herself. Okay, she was fine, good. Back to business.

Before she’d gotten a step away, someone snatched her wrist to pull her back. Again, she landed where Chapman put her, except this time Baer was the one with his forearm on the wall above her head.

“You got spooked again, Little Skit,” he said. “What happened?”

“You should get back in there.”

“Kid will be fine for a minute,” he said. “What’s in your head?” He paused. “Thinking about that kiss again?”

“No,” she said, probably too quickly, planting a firm hand on his chest. “No. God, no, I wasn’t thinking about kissing you…”

Not at that exact moment anyway, though those thoughts hadn’t been far from her periphery. And now that he mentioned it…

Maybe he sensed her confusion. The twitch of his eyes narrowing betrayed he couldn’t quite figure her out.

“If you want to take off, you can go. You’re under no obligation to be here. I’ll call you a cab. I’ll tell Pres—”

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