Page 20 of Fixation

ANDERSON

A nother scheduled day off work means another day I get to spend at home with Harper.

I should be happy. Calm in her presence.

I’m anything but.

My patience has been running thin over the past two hours. That’s how long I’ve been waiting for her to wake up.

My pacing scorches a path in the floor. My muscles flex against my green scrubs.

For once, I can’t stand her silence. The heavy lids over her eyes.

She’s here and I miss her.

I’m about to go down there and wake her up when my phone rings.

A call from the hospital.

I nearly throw the damn thing against the wall.

Nothing is as important as Harper.

Even if the beeper went off, she’d still be my priority.

Unfortunately, I have to get this. Have to maintain this semblance of normalcy.

Because once the gossip starts, it’s nearly impossible to stop.

“Dr. Maguire.” My voice is clipped, sending a message across. Don’t bother me unless it’s important.

“Hi, hello, it’s Millie.” One of the attending nurses. “We need you to come in early tomorrow. A hospital benefactor is scheduled for surgery and requested your supervision.”

The vein in my throat pulses.

Special treatment.

Truthfully, though, their entitlement isn’t what really pisses me off. It’s those precious hours I’ll be forced to be there instead of here.

“No.” My firm refusal leaves no room for argument.

Unless it’s an emergency, I won’t leave her a second before I have to.

“Dr. Bennet told him you’d be there. He promised.”

“Call someone else.” The pressure in my head intensifies. I need Harper. I need this call to be over. “Respectfully, I don’t care what he promised them. You can tell Bennet to talk to me if he doesn’t appreciate my answer.”

“It’s okay.” I hear him in the background, exasperated. “His cousin is sick. Or in town. I forgot.”

Fuck that and fuck this call.

I hang up, throwing my phone on the couch. Then I go to her. To the basement.

As I enter, the door clicks shut behind me. The sound is soft, a contradiction to the storm raging inside my heart. My soul.

If anyone thinks they can take me away from Harper, they’re dead wrong.

Standing at the edge of her bed, I watch her as she sleeps.

I roll my tongue over the top row of my teeth, sliding a finger over her delicate throat.

Remembering her taste taps into the darkness in me. It controls my movements as I remove her blanket and bunch it at the end of the bed.

She remains fast asleep while I tear at the restraints. Lifting her, I remove her clothes and lay her back down again.

All the while, she sleeps. Her throat is begging to be fucked. My cock jerks at the sight and feel of her. My nerves light up.

A part of me still doesn’t believe that I have her here.

Maybe it was dumb luck. Maybe it was the sign I needed to snap out of it and take matters into my own hands.

Whatever it was, the end result is the same.

Harper is mine.

That conviction plays on repeat in my head while I brush my fingertips over her neck, cupping her cheek.

I restrain her naked body to the bed again, now that she’s naked.

This isn’t ethical, what I’m doing. Climbing onto the hospital bed. Settling between her spread legs.

This approach would likely result in my being banned from practicing medicine.

Those are rational thoughts, belonging to the sensible man I once was.

Before I met Harper.

I’m hard to the point of pain.

My lips are on her clit. Fingers in her pussy.

This is how she’ll wake up for as long as I can help it.

I start slow. Giving her pussy an open-mouthed kiss. Pushing my middle finger in, up to the first knuckle.

Pressure starts building inside me the longer I lick and devour her.

Though she’s asleep, her cunt is dripping at my touch. She’s swollen. Her clit is taut against my lips and tongue, her body’s way of accepting me. Needing me.

That’s how I know she doesn’t mean it when she tells me to stop.

It’s a facade. A game.

A way to test the depths of my obsession. To see how far I’m willing to go to have her.

Very fucking far.

To the ends of the world, and beyond.

More.

I move around, swiping my tongue over her lips. Back to her clit. Flicking it with the tip of my tongue while grazing my fingers over the softer, innermost parts of her.

I could come like that.

I could die like that.

“Mmm.” Harper shudders, beginning to stir awake, though not fully. “Please. So good.”

A smile curves my lips. I can make this better for her. I will.

My thermometer is within reach, on the top of the cart next to her bed. I grab it blindly, sucking on her clit as hard as I can.

Her mesmerizing, horrified eyes open up for me. “No!”

“Good morning.” I bring the thermometer closer to her pussy.

“Stop,” she gasps, her voice throaty from sleep. So fucking hot. “No, get off me.”

“Never.” One last kiss to her clit, and I sit up, spitting on the thermometer to lube it for her. “And I said good morning. It’s rude not to say it back.”

“What’s so good about it?” Her body language says otherwise. Flushed skin. Soaking cunt. Her thighs squeezing as I rub her pussy. “Let me go.”

“Can’t discharge you yet, Miss Arlington.” I hold the thermometer up for her to see.

The way her mouth rounds in the shape of an O should be framed. Hung in my living room. Immortalized.

“What does it say?” she whispers, then moans.

“I was wrong before,” I lie to her, stroking her walls. The feel of her fluttering around me is otherworldly. “Oral readings aren’t the most accurate. I prefer the other method.”

“If I let you do your sick little exam, will you stop touching me?” There’s regret in her voice. In her eyes.

Like if I told her that yes, that I’d stop finger-fucking her, she’d be disappointed.

I know I’d be.

“You don’t want me to stop.”

“Yes, I do!” Pushing my finger deeper inside her gets me a, “Fuck, fuck, fuck .”

“You’re confused.” I tilt my head, barely hanging on. Barely containing my urges.

Later, in the shower, I’ll jerk off to this moment.

“Relax for me.”

“Why?”

The gaze I level at Harper silences her. She closes her pretty mouth, her throat working as she gulps. As she moans silently.

“As I said, I’m going to check your fever.” The thermometer goes lower, the tip nudging at her ass.

Harper whimpers, “Please.”

I click the button, and a soft beep signals it’s ready.

We stare at each other. I drag my fingers in and out of her pussy to help her relax.

“Good girl.” I nudge the thermometer into her ass. Out and in, helping her get used to it. And stop.

Then I rub her pussy, gently.

“Yes. Yes, yes, and—no,” she cries out, coming for me, her whole body arching off the bed. “I hate you. I hate you so much.”

“I bet you do.” The thermometer goes an inch deeper, beeping when it’s done.

Just in time for Harper to be done riding her orgasm.

“101.” I remove the thermometer, marveling at her labored breath. At the proof that I’ve helped her, right there, on the digital screen. “Are you grateful yet?”

A few beats pass while she considers it. Embarrassment washes over her naked body, her skin prickling as I stare her down.

“I’m doing better?” she asks eventually. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” I climb down the bed, not bothering to adjust my cock. The thermometer goes into the trash can. I have a few new ones upstairs. “You’re such a good girl. Doing so well.”

She closes her eyes, protecting herself from her feelings.

From me.

I won’t allow that.

I go over there, gripping her chin hard enough that she opens them. “Thanks to me. Repeat that.”

She hesitates, and then, “Thanks to you.”

“That’s better.” I smooth my thumb over her jaw. “That’s fucking better.”