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And though I know I shouldn’t want it—especially when we’re still keeping our relationship secret—I wish I could feel Lance come without a condom between us. I want to know what it would feel like to have him fill me with his seed.
“Come,” Lance commands, thrusting deep inside me as he drives into my G-spot.
And I cry his name as I topple over the edge. Rippling around his hard length, I milk his cock. His pulsing bursts of cum fill me with warm satisfaction, and I moan lustily, my muscles relaxing as I taste the mingled euphoria in the air.
Lance slows, coming to a stop inside me. And we take a moment to breathe heavily in each other’s arms. Gently, he releases my hands, taking his weight onto his forearms so he can look down at me.
“You’re something else. You know that?” he rasps.
Giggling softly, I lift my head to brush my lips across his. “And you’re incorrigible. But hell if I could stop you. Your ability to turn me on should be illegal.”
Lance chuckles. “That wouldn’t stop me from doing it.”
He eases out of me, and though I would love nothing more than to curl up and snuggle, we both slip off the edge of the bed to get dressed.
“We might want to clean those stitches one more time before I dress them,” I state as I pull my pants up over my hips. Then I snag my bra off the floor and quickly clasp it into place.
“Whatever you say, Nurse King,” he jokes, winking at me as he buttons his pants closed.
My stomach flutters, and my cheeks warm at the flirtatious way he gives me a title.
And as I reach down to collect my shirt, loud, hammering knocks on the door make me yelp. Horror grips my chest, and I quickly scramble back into my shirt as I hear the knob turn.
“Quinn?” Killian demands, entering my room with only a moment’s warning.
“Yes—yes?” I gasp, quickly combing my hair down and praying it doesn’t look like I just had sex.
Killian stops short as he finds me and Lance in my bathroom, Lance’s ripped shirt still on the floor, his bare chest exposed. And this feels dangerously similar to the last time Killian caught him in here. Only this time, we actually were doing something he would be pissed about.
“Why was the door closed?” he demands, frowning as he looks between me and Lance.
“Oh. I…Was it? I must have closed it out of habit,” I say, struggling to keep the breathlessness out of my tone. “I needed to stitch Lance up.”
“Natasha told me you came in all bloody,” he states, dropping the line of inquisition as his gaze shifts to Lance. “What happened?”
“Agosti men,” he says curtly, and I wonder if Killian can see just how tense he looks.
“We were attacked,” I fill in, drawing the attention back to me. “My clinical ran late tonight, and they were waiting for us in the parking garage.”
“Attacked?” Killian demands, his eyes flashing.
“I think they came to take me again,” I explain, adrenaline flooding my veins at the memory.
“They were making good on Lucian’s threat,” Lance confirms darkly, his scowl deepening.
Sighing, I turn back to my counter and open a drawer to look for a dressing square. Because now that we’re out of the fire, I know Killian will want to talk business with Lance. In the meantime, I can finish fixing him up.
“How many?” Killian asks.
“Four. They didn’t seem to realize I was watching over her. One even mentioned that they thought I was dead. I guess it makes sense since they haven’t seen much of me since I took a knife to the chest.”
Killian bristles visibly, his temper rising. “And I guess they haven’t been keeping close tabs on Quinn to notice. Maybe they thought I would back down after getting back at Lucian for taking her.”
Lance shrugs and crosses his arms over his chest. I slap them back down, frowning at him for disrupting my work, and his lips twitch with amusement as he gives me a silent apology. My core clenches from the momentary attention, my panties growing wet instantly, and I studiously turn my eyes back to the gauze as I tape to his ribcage.
“And now that we clearly aren’t backing down?” Lance presses after a moment’s silence.
“He wanted to show me what happens when I don’t do as he says. Bastard. I’m sick of his egotistical power plays.” Killian’s eyes flash, making my heart stutter uncomfortably. “I’m letting you off your leash,” he states coldly after a moment’s pause. “Find our way in. We’re finishing this.”