Page 58 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

Every sense seemed heightened—the muffled hum of traffic through the window, the rasp of his breath as he whispered my name. Each second bound me tighter to this man I barely understood, yet needed more than I’d ever admit out loud.

When he entered me, the sensation tore a gasp from my lips. It wasn’t the frantic, reckless desire of that first time on the island. This was something deeper—an undercurrent of shared vulnerabilities, new parenthood, and raw need. Our bodies moved in a rhythm that felt almost like inevitability, a dance we’d started months ago and were only just now finishing.

My fingers dug into his back, and his forehead dropped to my shoulder, stifling a groan. I cradled the back of his head, pressing him against me there to hold him close. Despite everything—my secrets, his conflicts—I felt safe. This felt right, as though it was exactly where we belonged. In this moment, we were just two people clinging to each other against the chaos outside.

He kissed my collarbone and moved down further until he slid out of me. He nibbled his way over my chest, my boobs, my ribs and stomach, until he reached his destination.

When he spread me wide, I gasped from the sheer overwhelming sensation, and from the first press of his mouth against me, I bucked and gasped, digging my fingers into his silvery hair. My core tightened and pulsed, stealing my breath. He devoured me until I burst on his tongue.

The moment he knew I was done, he rolled me over and pressed in from behind slowly as he planted lazy kisses and bites on my shoulders and neck. His groans filled my ears, and I memorized each one.

His cock dug against the right spot again and again, making me shake like a leaf. I felt his whole body go rigid, even as he worked through me. He murmured, “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

My voice went weak. “I’m gonna?—”

“With me.”

We cried out together, hands pawing, teeth gnashing, curses peppering the air. When the wave finally subsided, I nestled against his chest, feeling his heart thud against my cheek. We lay there in the dim light, the only sound our uneven breathing. My eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion mingling with a fragile kind of joy.

He brushed a kiss across my temple, and I breathed in the scent of him, a mix of hospital antiseptic and the raw sweat of our intimacy. I told myself I’d only rest for a minute, but as my mind drifted, one final thought tugged at me:

How long can this last before everything comes crashing down?

Chapter 22

Dom

Iwoke to a mouthwatering view—Ella, sprawled half on top of me, tangled in the sheets. Bare, golden skin kissed by the early morning light. The curve of her ass, the soft weight of her full, round breasts pressing against my chest, had my cock instantly hard. How could it not be? Every inch of her body was temptation wrapped in warm, sleepy softness.

I ran a hand down her bare back, fingers skimming her spine, slow and deliberate.

“You’re staring,” she murmured against my chest, voice still hoarse with sleep.

“I earned the right,” I rumbled, eyes shamelessly drinking her in. “I plan on staring every damn morning.”

Her lips curled into a smirk against my skin. “Possessive much?”

I shifted under her, letting her feel exactly how hard I was, thick and ready, pressing right against the soft inside of her thigh. “No,” I growled. “Just making sure you know what you do to me.”

She let out a breathy, satisfied sigh. “Message received.”

I grinned, brushing her hair back to get a clearer look at her face. “Good, because I’m planning on making you mine, Ella.”

Her brows lifted, but her eyes held that same spark from the night before. “Oh, are you now?”

“Mhm,” I traced up her thigh with my fingertips, coming deliciously close to between her legs. “You. The girls. All of it.”

She let out a soft laugh, breath hitching as I trailed kisses along her shoulder. “You don’t scare easy, do you?”

“Try me.” I nipped at her neck, feeling the goosebumps rise under my mouth. “I want real. Not another night. Not some passing fling.”

Her breath caught, her nails lightly scraping my chest. “Dom…”

I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my voice dropping to a low growl. “Say yes.”

She chewed her lip, debating, eyes flicking to my mouth and then down between us. I caught it. So did the part of me pressing against her thigh.

“You gonna make me beg, sweetheart?” I teased, voice rough with hunger.

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