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All along, I knew I was getting played. I just didn’t want to admit it. So desperate for someone to care about me, I bought his line like he was selling me a part from his parents’ company. I’m not sure what sick game he’s playing. In hindsight, his finding me crying in the chapel probably made me easy prey. Whatever the situation, I’m not looking back. I’m done. Done with him and any other pretty boy that comes my way!Never Again!

Chapter Twenty

Present Day

Nick

“God you’re beautiful,” I tell my sexy bedmate. Oh, how I’ve needed this. It’s been way too long. Feeling the warm, silky skin of this knockout caressing mine, I roll her over so that she’s lying on top of me, her wild mane encompassing us. I brush back her hair and look up at her, imploring.

As if reading my mind, she slides her lithe body down mine and grips my rigid cock with her soft, tight fist. I really want to be inside this woman, but I can’t wait to have her mouth on me. I need it.

“That’s it,” I urge as she darts her pink tongue out to tease my opening. “Ah,” I hiss, continuing to pet her dark locks as she opens wide and slides me in to her warm, wet mouth. God, it’s been so long. I’m trying to think of other things and avoid watching this indulgence so I don’t blow my load. Having been barely minutes, I’m disappointed to feel her mouth slide off of me and immediately turn back to her.

As I glance down, she’s rubbing my firm cock along her cheek. Her bee-stung pink lips are now resting against my shaft, dusting small licks and kisses from base to tip. She repositions her mouth over the engorged head of my dick. Just before she slides back down, her big brown eyes look up at me and I hear the slightest moan, my name falling from her lips just as she said it that night in the club.

“Nick.”

That’s all it takes. I hold onto her hair as I empty into her. Her name on my lips in unending gratitude. “Ka-”

Bzzz. Bzzz.

What the?

Bzzz. Bzzz.

My eyes open and I realize I have, again, come all over my hand in a dream fit for a porn shoot.What in the ever-loving hell is happening to me?Grabbing for the phone with my left hand, I startle and shift in the bed when I see the text.

6:55 a.m.

Katarina Kelly

Kat: I need you.

What the fuck? Well, I didn’t exactly reciprocate. Get your head out of your ass, that was a dream, you idiot.Jumping up from my stupor, I place the phone down onto the bed and head to the bathroom to wash the evidence of my morning’s wet dream from my hand. Quickly brushing my teeth and splashing some cold water onto my sweaty face, I return to the edge of the bed and take a deep breath.

“Uh-hm,” I clear my throat as if she’ll hear me.

7:05 a.m.

Nick: What do you need?

I sit back, staring at the phone like a seventeen-year-old awaiting a reply to his promposal.Hell, have I let on how I’ve been thinking of her?Could she know?

7:09 a.m.

Katarina Kelly

Kat: I’m sorry Dr. Barnes. I should’ve called through the service, but I got anxious once I saw how bad his ankle looked. I still don’t have the X-ray results back, but I have an elderly patient with a very deformed left ankle in the ER that I suspect you’ll need to see. You’re on call today, right?

Of course. It’s about a patient. What is wrong with me? I’m surprised she sent that text instead of calling the service, but I’d told her to reach out directly if it was bad. And from her description, it sounds pretty bad.

7:12 a.m.

Nick: Yes. I’m on call. I’ll head that direction. Just text me the x-ray results once you have them.

I head for a much-needed shower and decide to keep it on the cooler side, to calm my head and my body.

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