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HALLIE

Song- Provider, Sleep Token.

I slowly creak the door open. Conan has been so miserable on bed rest. Though his scan last Friday was positive.

He’s healing well. He’s getting more and more active.

But it’s only been two weeks. He isn’t the normal statistic, though.

His fitness levels are insane. His build alone probably saved his life.

And nothing can tame that cheeky side to him. He tries to hide how frustrated he is that he can’t do everything right now. But soon, he’ll be back in fighting shape. Grayson already lined up a trainer to rehabilitate him.

He’s not letting his Championship dream go lightly. And I hope one day, I can watch him win that.

But today, I thought I’d cheer him up.

When I see he’s asleep, I tiptoe to the end of the bed.

Pushing my glasses back up, I start to unbutton my white coat.

He groans as he wakes. His mouth drops open.

“Fuck. Trouble. Fuck.”

He sounds breathless.

“It’s Nurse Hallie to you right now, sir.”

He runs his tongue along his lip and nods, eyes scanning my outfit. Or lack of it under the lab coat.

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to do any strenuous activities, Nurse Trouble?”

I shake my head and open the jacket further so he can see the lacy set I put on for him.

“Oh, Mr. Quinn, you won’t be doing anything. You’re going to lie there like a good boy and let me see to you.”

He spreads his legs open, hands behind his head, showing off his huge biceps. But it’s that mischievous smirk that turns me on.

“Oh, baby. Service me however you please. I remember you told me once I needed my balls checked? Now might be a good time. Tongue works best, or so I’ve read online. But while you’re there, my dick probably needs some attention.”

I press my finger to my lips to hush him. I’ve got myself a yap king. Good thing I fucking love him.

“There’s only one of us that’s medically trained here, Mr. Quinn. I’d appreciate it if you just shut the fuck up and let me work.”

I crawl onto the bed and settle between his thick thighs.

“And if I recall correctly, you still have to beg for my forgiveness, Conan. You think taking a bullet for me was really going to be enough?”

He chuckles and coughs.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do, darlin’. Just tell me what.”

I run my nails along his rock-hard abs, just above his boxers.

“I was joking. I don’t need anything. I forgive you. I love you. This is just about letting me look after you.”

His eyes search mine. He blows out a breath.

“I’m all yours, trouble. Uh—Nurse Hallie. Use me however you wish.”

I grab his erect cock through his boxers and caress it gently.

“Lie still, then, Mr. Quinn. Let me get back to work.”

I bend down and pepper kisses around his bandages below his ribs.

Freeing his dick, I slowly pull his boxers down and run my tongue along his shaft.

“No problems here, sir. Very nice,” I praise, then twirl my tongue around the head before taking him deep in my throat.

My eyes lock onto his.

And that’s when I see it—just as they darken—that spark of life.

The one he lost after I left him.

I moan around his cock. His jaw clenches, like he’s trying his hardest to hold onto his self-restraint.

I suck around the tip and let it pop out of my mouth.

Using my fingers, I delicately run them over his balls, my other hand stroking his length.

I shuffle back and run my tongue along them, just as he asked.

When he whimpers, shuffling against the mattress, I glance up and see him grabbing the blanket for dear life.

“Hallie. Hallie. Hallie,” he pants my name.

“Yes, baby?” I purr.

“You’re making bed rest really fucking difficult right now, darlin’.”

I tut.

“It’s against the law to handcuff my patients to the bed. But I might have to break that for you.”

I run my tongue up his stomach and climb over his body, straddling him.

He tips his head back, and I sink my teeth into his neck. He thrusts his hips up, nudging his dick against my pussy.

I lick along his stubble to his ear.

“Beg for it,” I whisper.

“Be a really good boy, beastie. Beg for my pussy.”

He sucks in a breath as I push my hips down to hold him in place.

“Beg,” I order.

His head tilts, eyes burning into mine. A flash of pure fire.

That switch has flipped.

I bite back a grin.

His hand shoots out, grips my throat, and tosses me onto my back.

My hands claw at his bulging forearms.

I spread my legs as he settles between them. His fingers thrust inside me, the sound of my wetness filling the room.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

“Not how this goes, trouble. You want this side of me, don’t you? That’s why you push me. Now you’ve got him. Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck you and make you mine again.”

My body quivers as he slides out his fingers.

“Conan,” I warn.

I feel him grin against my lips.

“You know what you have to do, trouble.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and tug him tighter, feeling his cock pressing at my entrance.

“Do I?”

It’s a battle of submission. It’s hot. Dangerous. Raw.

It’s us.

My hands glide into his hair, yanking his head back so he has to look at me.

As our eyes lock, we both grin.

I tip my chin defiantly.

“Roll on your back, sir, and let me ride your dick. Now.”

He nips my lip, then crashes his mouth over mine. I moan as he rolls us over.

Once I’m on top, I pull myself up, hands on his throat, putting pressure there to lift my ass and line myself up.

My mouth falls open as I sink down slowly, taking every inch. Letting him stretch me, fill me in ways that make me feel alive again.

“Oh, Conan,” I moan.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous, Hallie. Look at you. Fuck.”

His fingers dig into my ass as I start to bounce.

“Oh, shit.”

I roll my hips all the way down to the base, the pressure rubbing against my clit.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he rasps.

I shake my head.

“You are. You’re so perfect to me.”

As I look at him, he’s just watching my eyes. Studying me. Admiring me.

I’ve never felt more seen. More beautiful.

I quicken the pace, using more force as our skin slaps.

My breath comes in ragged moans.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

My moans turn to screams. He holds me by the throat, guiding my rhythm.

“Yes. That’s it. Take it like a good girl.”

He thrusts up to meet me.

“Hallie, I need to get deeper.”

Before I can answer, he sits up, scoots back against the headboard, still buried inside me.

“Conan. Be careful, please,” I whisper against his lips.

“You drive me wild, Hallie. I’ll be fine.”

He squeezes my throat, dragging me in for a kiss.

His hand on my hip holds me steady as he pounds into me.

He swallows my cries.

“Come in me, beastie,” I pant. “Let me feel you claim me. Make me yours again.”

“Jesus, Hallie.”

I kiss him harder.

“I fucking. Love. You,” he says between thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

My whole body ignites, every nerve alight.

I squeeze around him as my climax wrecks me. I’m trembling so hard my head goes fuzzy.

He is all I can feel.

“I love you. I love you,” I chant.

His orgasm rips through him. He roars out my name as he spills inside me.

I pull back, cup his face, my thumb trailing his lip.

“In my expert medical opinion, you’re healing nicely.”

He chuckles and slaps my ass.

“Yeah? So round two in the shower?”

“Don’t push it,” I scowl, but I can’t stop smiling.

Running my hands over his bandages, he holds my hand over his heart.

“I don’t regret a single thing. I’d do it again in a heartbeat for you.”

My throat closes as his hand slides to my stomach.

“And for him or her.”

I close my eyes, willing my tears to stay in. Everything is okay. He’s here. Our baby is safe. But when I blink, all I see is his blood on my hands.

“Hallie. Talk to me.”

My bottom lip quivers.

“I’m scared I’m going to lose you for good this time. And I can’t. I keep seeing it—how it felt when I thought you were gone. And I?—”

He pulls me in, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’m not going anywhere, Hallie. Not for a long time. Because now I’ve got you two to live for. I’m going to try my hardest to be the best partner and dad I can. I’ll always come home to my family.”

I nuzzle into his neck.

“Are you sure this is the life you want, Conan? Tied to one woman and a kid?”

“Hallie.” He lowers his voice, tugging me back by my hair.

“All I want—now, tomorrow, next week, next month, fifty years from now—is you. You are it for me. You are the purpose I’ve been hunting for my entire life. You, trouble. And as many kids as you’ll let me put in you. And maybe some more dogs to keep Bertie company.”

He cups my face.

“Say you believe me,” he whispers.

I don’t hesitate.

“I believe you. And that’s all I want too. I choose you, exactly as you are, beastie. It’s always going to be you.”

He closes his eyes and rests his head against mine.

“Let me take you back to Decadence. Let me explain everything. Show you what really hides behind the gates. I need you to see all my skeletons. And then, once you’ve seen it all, you get one chance to run, where I won’t chase you.”

I blink, panic rising in my chest.

“Does it get worse than what I’ve seen?”

He blows out a breath.

“Depends on your definition of worse. But what happened to you...probably is the worst, yes.”

The pain in his voice is raw.

“You want to tell me it all? No hiding. No sugarcoating?”

“We have to. To move on, you have to see my demons.”

I sigh and press a kiss to his temple.

“I see the man behind all of it, and I love him. It will be fine, beastie. But we’re not going anywhere until the doctors sign you off. Got it?”

He salutes me.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

I climb off and rush to the bathroom. I quickly clean up and run warm cloths under the tap before heading back into the bedroom.

“I’m meant to clean you up,” he says.

I roll my eyes.

“We’re equals. You’re injured, and I’m looking after you. Now lay back.”

He does as I say, and I gently clean him.

I toss the cloth aside and scan his naked body.

“You know, when you suggested kissing me in front of Ben, I was so convinced you were way out of my league.”

He rests his hands behind his head, smiling.

“Sit on my face, baby. I’ll show you how wrong that is.”

I giggle.

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“No. Probably not. But you’re naked in front of me, and I’m desperate to eat you out. There is no league. Just us. Now take a damn seat. Let me clean you up. Equals, remember?”

I can’t argue with that.

“Grab the headboard and ride my face properly. No holding back.”

I position myself over him and sit.

“Good girl.” He swipes his tongue along my center.

“I like it when you flick my clit with the tip of your tongue,” I tell him.

“Oh yeah? Keep telling me what you like.”

When he does exactly that, I arch my back and moan his name.

“Just like that.”

No matter what, this man will always take care of me.

I’m the luckiest girl in the world.