Page 49 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

Amber touches her face. She still uses the serum every day as instructed. My cock twitches. She’s rubbing my come all over her face every day, and she has no idea. The thought turns me on and terrifies me at the same time.

“See you then! Thanks for the ride, AJ.”

As soon as I see her enter her building, I pull back into traffic. There’s a parking garage a block from my office, so I leave my car with the valet and walk toward my building. Picking Amber up this time was worth the hassle, but I hope we can figure out a way to take the subway together so that I don’t have to make this a regular occurrence. The train I normally take doesn’t pass by her neighborhood, but maybe I can take a different one.

Or maybe in the future, Amber can stay over. I wanted her to on Thursday, but she wanted to get home. She had an early meeting on Friday and knew that if she stayed with me, she wouldn’t get as much sleep as she needed to survive the day.

But I wanted her to stay. Not only because we could have enjoyed a few more rounds of what we did on the basement couch, but because I love having Amber around. Holding her in my arms is a comfort I didn’t know I needed.

As I’m entering my building, my phone buzzes with a text.

Thanks again for the ride, it says with a smiley face.

Anytime, I respond. Getting to know you is fun.

She agrees, but that’s all I get. I’m sure she has a lot going on at work. Amber mentioned that she was closing in on the deadline for a campaign she’s spearheading. Her boss is freaking out about it.

I hope she can get out of that place soon. Everyone deserves to do something they love. If being a mom is what Amber wants, she shouldn’t have to suffer through a job she tolerates to get there.

I can imagine her as a mother. She has a soothing, caring nature about her that would make her perfect for the position.

She could be carrying my child, I think. I’ve come inside her twice already without any protection. I suppose she could be on birth control, but there’s nothing about that on the medical form she filled out for the clinical trial.

The thought makes me hot. I might have given Amber exactly what she wants without even knowing it.

She would look so gorgeous swollen with my child. I want nothing more than to stand by her side as we raise our children together.

“Your first appointment is at 10,” Ginger tells me, ending that train of thought.

It’s probably for the best. Amber won’t want me anywhere near her or our potential children when she finds out what I’ve done.

“Thanks, Ginger. I’ll be in my office until then. Send Cameron to exam room 3 when he gets here.”

“Will do, boss.”

I shoot her a look. Ginger calls me boss to mock me because of the one time I lost my temper with a nurse. I had shouted, “I’m the boss,” and somehow, the nickname had stuck. Luckily, only Ginger has the balls to use it. No one else would get away with it.

My desk is covered with paperwork concerning research and development for new products. Right on top is the filing for AJB-9. It’s unfinished because I haven’t been able to add the ingredients list. It’s a never-ending cycle. I think that I might have a chance at convincing the FDA that the product is good, and then I remind myself that including bodily fluids in a serum is super illegal.

I toss those papers to the side and work on a less problematic product. That work keeps me busy all the way up until Cameron arrives, and then I’m in appointments for the rest of the day.

That’s just how it is when you run a practice and a cosmeceutical company.

The drive home is even worse than the drive into work.

I should have known better. I throw on my GPS, just in case it shows a faster route than the one I know. According to the map, it’s going to take me an hour and a half to get home.

It’s only a little after five, so Amber is still at work. She mentioned that she usually stays until seven at the earliest. She says she gets paid well enough to make the extra hours worth it, but it still sucks. I would’ve brought her home if she didn’t have to stay.

I decide to give my brother a call. I may as well do something semi-productive on the drive.

Adam answers on the first ring.

“Weird, man, I was just about to call you.”

“Great minds think alike. What’s up?”

“Liz is pregnant!”

“Adam! That’s amazing. I’m so happy for you!”

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