Page 70 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

“Not here,” she panted, pulling my wrist.

I stilled, jaw clenched. My fingers still deep inside her.

She opened her eyes, wild and desperate. “Not here. But later?”

I nodded, slowly pulling back, pressing one last filthy kiss to her lips.

We returned to the table flushed, breathless, pretending nothing had happened—like I didn’t just have my fingers inside her, like she wasn’t still trembling when I pulled out her chair.

Ella picked up her wine glass with shaky fingers. Her lipstick was smudged, pupils still blown, and she looked wrecked in the most delicious way.

But then I saw it again—that flicker.

Whatever had her distracted earlier wasn’t gone. If anything, it had gotten worse.

Her fork moved food around her plate, untouched. She kept glancing at the candle between us, like it held the answers.

I reached across the table, took her hand. “Ella.”

She looked up. And I knew something was coming.

“I was going to wait,” she whispered. “Until after dinner. Or maybe tomorrow. Or maybe… never.”

I sat up straighter. My stomach tightened. “What is it?”

She pulled in a breath like she was about to jump off a cliff.

Three.

Two.

One.

“I used to date Leo,” she said softly.

The words didn’t land all at once.

Leo?

The name echoed in my head like a dropped tray in a quiet ER.

Leo… my Leo?

My son?

No.

I stared at her, trying to blink it away, trying to reshape reality. “What did you just say?”

She swallowed. “Before the island. We were together...”

Every muscle in my body locked.

Leo. My goddamn son. The one I’d raised, the one I was constantly at war with, the one I never quite knew how to reach. He had dated Ella?

I saw flashes of her on top of me. Her breathy moans. Her soft, flushed skin. The things I’d done to her body. The things she’d let me do.

And Leo had?—

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