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I was floating on clouds of bliss.

With a few more thrusts, I spilled my seed inside her—filling her—as she moaned my name like it was a cherished prayer.

“Fuck, Gigi, fuck,” I whimpered as I felt the aftershocks.

CHAPTER 13

Reggie

It was stupid!

Dumb!

Foolish!

It was irresponsible…andglorious.

Sex with Elias Graham was terrific.

It wasn’t like I’d been celibate after we ended, but with my schedule, all I could enjoy was a few pumps and dumps. Since Elias, I refused to get involved with anyone in the hospital, so my choices were limited to guys I met at a bar that wasn’t full of attendings, nurses, and EMTs. Slim pickings!

I should never have had sex with Eliasagain, especially in an on-call room. Not because it wasn’t good, because it was! The asshole knew how to touch me, how to move inside me like we shared a language no one else spoke. That hadn’t changed.

What had changed was me, and I had, except when it came to his dick because then I was back in Boston, wet and wanting. Talk about being spineless.

What had he said to me?

“You were just a fuck—we weren’t in a relationship. You think I go around fucking women I care about in supply closets?”

And now, he’d fucked me in a crappy on-call room. Talk about respecting the fuck out of me.

“It’s just the adrenaline,” I announced as I put my scrubs back on.

Elias lay naked on the bed, his fingers laced behind his head. He looked remarkably smug and satisfied.

“You think so, Gigi?”

“Stop calling me that,” I snapped.

“Gigi?”

I glared at him. I didn’t trust the version of myself that let my guard down around him—and I didn’t trusthimat all.

Why couldn’t he have continued to be the dickhead attending who’d first started at Harper Memorial? Oh, no, he had to become nice, say thank you and please, and call me Gigi in that sexy fucking way of his that made me melt.

Why was he doing this? I couldn’t understand what it meant, and no way was I going to fall for his charm, not when he thought I was capable ofkillinga patient to fuck with his girlfriend? No, not girlfriend,fiancée. Oh my God! Had I just slept with an engaged man?

“You didn’t use a condom.”

“You still have an IUD?”

“A little late to be asking.” My eyes flashed anger. “But, yes, I still have it.” I’d gotten it because my periods had been painful. “We have a few more things to worry about than a pregnancy.”

“I’m clean.”

I let out a long breath, feeling panic surge through me. “Look…this was just…damn it, Elias, I’m not the one who’s engaged.”

He gave me a quizzical look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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