Page 205 of Wild Card

“Major said the same.”

“He’s a smart man who’s already been through this.”

“He lost his mind, too.”

She frames my jaw, tipping up to run her mouth across mine. “Chase will deny it, but he was the same. You men have to trust the process.”

“I’ll trust the process until the second you show signs of uncontrollable pain, then we go with option two.”

Her eyes glimmer in the magnetic green shade they transform to when I mention our future.

“I really love you.”

My chest tightens, feeling the familiar need simmering. I brush my fingers through her hair, skimming my tongue along her lips before slipping it inside. She lets out a little sound, giving me her weight and opening wider.

I take my time, exploring her mouth, caressing her scalp, groaning when she scales her nails through my stubble. She takes my cue, angling to give me deeper access and twisting her tongue with mine.

My dick hardens, blood scorching through my veins.

I want her now, fuck waiting until we get home.

I tear my mouth away, ready to find an empty room when Tom comes trampling by.

“Get your asses to Tom’s.”

“Not gonna make it tonight.” I position Willow to help cover my raging cock.

She rolls her hip, teasing me with a soft giggle.

“I don’t think it’s a request, honey,” she whispers.

“Call your doc friends and get them there, too,” Tom barks, ignoring my statement.

“Bex is with Wyatt, but Lucas may be available.”

“You,” he points at me, “call April and Mark, get them there. We’re fucking celebrating.”

With that, he stomps off.

“Fucking cockblocker.”

“Not exactly.” She takes my hand with a glint in her eye. “I know a lot about this hospital from visiting with my dad over the years. Including the out of the way offices that are unoccupied.”

“You gonna let me fuck you on a desk?”

“Always wondered what it would be like to be bent over…” The rest of her sentence is cut off by my growl.

“Get us there, now.”

She flashes me a smile that shoots straight to my soul.

My perfect fucking princess.

Robbie ambles through the bullpen,flicking to a few officers on his way toward me. I sign off on the report, piling the folder on the rest.

He perches his ass on the edge of the desk, crossing his arms.

“You get lost on your way home?”

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