Page 77 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

I pushed in deeper, slow and unforgiving.

“You gave me the truth,” I whispered against her mouth. “And I still fucking wanted you.”

She gasped, her hands clawing down my back. “I want you too…”

I rocked into her, deep and steady, hips grinding, making her feel every inch.

She let out a shaky moan. Her legs locked around my waist. Her eyes burned.

“I hated seeing you scared of me,” I growled, fucking her harder now, hands gripping her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Like I’d turn my back on the mother of my girls. Like I’d walk away from this.”

She was moaning nonstop now, breathless, writhing under me. “I thought I ruined everything…”

“You didn’t ruin a damn thing,” I rasped, my thrusts growing deeper, filthier.

I let go of her wrists, cradling her face in both hands, keeping eye contact as I drove into her with a possessive rhythm that screamed mine.

Her whole body tensed under mine, her cry breaking as she came again, tightening around me, dragging me straight over the edge.

I slammed into her one last time and let go—groaning into her mouth, emptying myself inside her with everything I had. Every thrust, every heartbeat, every broken piece of me now buried deep in her body.

When I collapsed on top of her, still pulsing inside, our bodies drenched in sweat, our hearts pounding out of sync—I kissed her slow, claiming every inch of her lips.

We lay tangled in the aftermath—skin flushed, limbs entwined, sweat cooling between us. The room smelled like sex and redemption. Her breath fluttered against my collarbone, her fingers tracing lazy lines down my chest like she still wasn’t sure if this was real.

I rolled onto my side, brushing a damp curl from her cheek. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, her pulse still racing under her skin.

She looked like she wanted to say something.

I kissed her instead.

Slow. Deep. A kiss that wasn’t about sex at all—just truth.

Tears shimmered in her lashes. “I was so sure you’d leave.”

I kissed her again, slower this time. Tender. Certain.

“I don’t leave what’s mine.”

A shiver rolled through her. Her leg hitched higher on my hip, like her body needed to feel that promise everywhere.

I slid a hand between her thighs, found her still slick and swollen.

“Jesus, Ella,” I groaned. “You’re still so fucking ready for me.”

Her breath caught as my fingers brushed over her, teasing her clit. “I want more…”

I looked her dead in the eye. My voice dropped.

“Text the nanny. Tell her she’s staying till tomorrow. Because you’re not going home tonight, Ella. I’m going to fuck you again. And again. Until you forget every goddamn reason you thought I was going to leave you.”

Chapter 29

Ella

Iwoke to unfamiliar smooth white sheets and the morning skyline view that nearly took my breath away. The dawn light filtered in through vast windows, revealing the expanse of Dom’s swanky Manhattan apartment.

Apartment? More like a damn palace,I thought, stifling a groan as I stretched. My muscles protested the enthusiastic activities from the night before.

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