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Is that good?

Do you like my cock in your ass?

Say it. Say my name.

Look what you do to me?

Look what you got me doing?

“Nine-year-old. Internal bleeding,” I say to hear my voice and not his because it will bring me to my knees.

“That sucks.”

“Yeah.” I don’t mention theKarenwho insulted me. “What’s up?”

Ford clears his throat, and I go still.

“I’m calling to see if we can meet for dinner.”

“I spoke to Bernadette this morning, she didn’tmention anything about—”

“Just me.” His voice reverberates in my bones. “Justus.”

“What time?” My phone reads a few minutes after four. “I have to wait for this little girl to wake up and do the post-op assessment and paperwork.”

“So, six?”

It cracks me up how he knows my routine.

“What do you want, Ford?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“You know what I want.”

“You want Bernadette all to yourself, don’t you?” My heart pounds, expecting a yes.

“You sound rather possessive of her.”

“I like her.”

“So do I.”

The tension between them was palpable when I picked her up last week.

Now Emery is wooing her. She sent me cute selfies all week with the flashy CEO, fetching his coffee, grabbing his lunch, and wearing what looked like a hazmat suit.

Despite what she’s been through, her upbeat personality and confidence make me so proud of her. Proud she’s mine this month.

But because of Bernadette, this bizarre, renewed contact with Ford tortures me. It’s making me face all the demons that haunted me when we were together. I don’t have all the answers, but I know one thing.

I am fucking miserable without him.

“Fine,” I give in. “Where? I can’t guarantee the time.”

“Try to ballpark it. Do you want me at the table starving?” Ford is the worst hangry person I know.

“Have your assistant fetch you a protein smoothie.”

“That’s not where I want my protein from,” he drawls.

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