Page 8 of Accidental Doctor Daddy

The kind of kiss that made me forget my name and remember every inch of my skin.

His hand slid down my back, gripping my ass in a possessive squeeze that left me breathless. I stiffened, a flicker of insecurity cutting through the heat.He’s going to notice…But if he did, it didn’t show. No hesitation, no retreat. Just him claiming me like he couldn’t get enough.

When he tugged my head back, his fingers threading into my hair, I whimpered softly, tilting toward him, dizzy under the weight of his touch.

He finally eased back, and I found myself clinging to his shirt, biting his lower lip like I needed to mark him.

His grin was sin incarnate. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“You’ll see,” I whispered, surprising myself.

Clothes came next, a frantic blur of fingers and fabric. I was too caught up in him to stop, but that nagging voice in my head was still there, whispering,What if he notices? What if he changes his mind when he sees you naked?

But Dom didn’t falter.

When I stood bare before him, vulnerable and exposed, he stepped back like he needed a second just to take it all in. The air shifted. The heat in his gaze deepened into something almost feral.

His slow, reverent stare dragged over my curves like he was savoring every soft inch of me. His wolfish smile stole the breath from my lungs.

“My apologies, Ella.”

My heart stuttered. For a heartbeat, panic gripped me. Regret? Pity? “Apologies?” I rasped.

His voice dropped to a dark, delicious growl. “I’m going to ruin this beautiful body tonight.” His tongue slid across his lower lip as his eyes darkened. “And I’m afraid you definitely won’t be walking straight tomorrow… so I thought I should apologize ahead of time.”

Dom peeled off the rest of his clothes, and I swear my breath caught somewhere in my chest.

He was…magnificent. All hard planes and honed muscle, carved like he spent his free time bending steel with his bare hands. His chest was broad and dusted with dark hair streaked with specks of gray—subtle but impossible to miss. A reminder that he was older, more experienced, and somehow twice as devastating because of it. His abs were tight, his body powerful and disciplined, like he knew exactly how to use every inch of it.

My gaze dropped, and heat pulsed through me.

Jesus.

His cock stood thick and heavy between his thighs, impossibly big, and straining like he’d been aching for this as long as I had. Veined, flushed, and undeniably intimidating—but every instinct in me screamedyes.

And his hands… God, those hands. Big, strong, masculine. The kind that could easily pin me down and make me feel small, yet steady enough to trace every inch of me like I was something precious.

I couldn’t help but wonder—what does a man with hands like that do for a living?And more pressingly,what is he about to do to me with them?

The thought alone sent a rush of heat straight to where I needed him most.

He launched at me—all muscle, heat, and rough hands—gripping, touching, biting, until he backed me onto the bed. Ilanded on my ass and elbows, breathless. Looking up at him from beneath, everything about him made my pulse stutter. That body. That cock. The dark, hungry gleam in his eyes that promised I wasn’t leaving this bed the same woman who walked in.

He caged me in with his arms, his powerful frame towering above mine as my legs dangled helplessly over the edge of the bed. He didn’t settle on top of me right away, and at first, confusion fluttered beneath my ribcage.

Then it clicked—he was holding back. Careful, measured. Like he didn’t want to crush me, like I was delicate.

But I wasn’t delicate. I was burning up inside.

That won’t do.

I needed him just as wild as I felt.

Dom dipped lower, hovering just over my lips. His breath fanned against me, his voice dark velvet. “Last chance to say no.”

My heart thundered. I wanted him to take everything. “I never back down.”

A slow, knowing grin. “Neither do I.”

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