Page 128 of Dr. Bad Boy

“Got a page. Called the resident back. I’ll head to the hospital in a bit for rounds, but I’ve got time to watch last night’s game.”

I nod and close my eyes, leaning into his warmth. I drift off against him, and the next thing I know he’s shifting out from under me and covering me with an afghan.

The game is over.

“I’m off to work,” he whispers. “Want a wake up call in an hour?”

I nod and drift off again.

After work the next day, I have an appointment with my lawyer. We go over the options. We could inform the partners of my relationship with Max in writing, or we could request a meeting and do it in real time. The second could be seen as confrontational, because I’ll have my attorney with me, but it could also be a chance to show them my strength of conviction. Both on the fact that I’m sure my relationship isn’t wrong, and that I’m not going to be pushed around and punished for it.

Max wants to be there, but that’s a terrible idea, so I don’t tell him about this appointment. He’d want to be here, too, a fact that makes my lawyer, Gail Besson, chuckle. “He’s a romantic,” she says.

“He’s something.” I smile. He’s definitely protective, and I love that, but there have to be some boundaries.

“So we’ll tell them in person?” she asks, turning the conversation back to the decision at hand.

“I think so. I want to see their reaction with my own eyes. I want everything on the table. We’re not adversaries.”

“That’s exactly the right attitude.” She nods. “I’ll draft a letter to hand across the table. Can we go over what you will tell them, exactly? I don’t want to hear any surprises. No admissions of guilt, even accidentally.”

I get that, of course. “Yes, let’s go over it one more time.”

“And then you can tell that handsome man of yours to stop worrying.”

“I’m not sure that’ll ever happen, but I’ll pass on the message.”

Even with the extra appointment, I get home before Max. I put soup on for dinner, because it’s cold and blustery out, and then I go upstairs and undress. A hot shower is exactly what I need right now, and the soup can just simmer until we’re ready to eat.

I’m just rinsing conditioner out of my hair when the bathroom door swings open and Max walks in. I rub away the steam on the glass and give him a little wave. “Hey, baby. I made soup.”

“I saw that.” He unbuttons his shirt and drops it on the bathroom floor. “I turned it off.”

“How was your day?”

“Long as fuck. Yours?”

“Mmm. Long, but productive.” I hesitate. “I had another meeting with Gail.”

He doesn’t say anything, just strips the rest of his clothes off and steps into the shower, joining me under the steady spray of hot water. He grips my chin and glares at me, his eyes glittering.

I push my chin against his thumb. Let him be grumpy. “It’s my problem, Max.”

“And you’re mine.” He bumps me back against the wall and crashes his mouth down, ruthlessly thrusting his tongue against mine. Daring me to fight him back this way. Daring me to earn a punishment we’ll both enjoy, I’m sure.

I bend for him, going pliant right away, and let him take out his frustration on me. He channels it into hard-edged pleasure, and before long I’m hitched up against the wall and he’s rubbing his erection between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. Sometimes it’s just gotta be hard and fast like this.

With a groan, he turns me around and presses against me, his cock against my ass, his hands wrapped around me, lifting up my tits. He plays with my nipples almost lazily and I flatten my palms against the tile. My heart is pounding as he bites my shoulder and uses his foot to nudge my legs apart. His palm slides down from my breast, possessively cupping the swell of my belly. That makes me so wet, every time.

With a heavy hand on my hip, he tilts my pelvis and thrusts against me from behind, his erection sliding against my folds and nudging into my clit. I moan and rock back, wanting more of that.

Actually, no.

I want something else even more.

I stay pressed against the tile, but I reach back and take his hand. He lets me guide him, and I slide his fingers over my bottom and into the cleft between my ass cheeks, right to my rear hole.

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