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Chapter 30

Anders

“ O ne more, and then I’ll go,” Jahmar purrs as he backs me up against the wall opposite the lifts, demanding another kiss.

I twist my neck, knowing damn well he’ll seize the opportunity to suck on it. His plush lips massage the crook of my neck, making me shudder.

The past few days have been perfect. We’ve fallen back into our routine. I can’t get enough of him. I’ve surprised myself with how needy I’ve become. They say falling in love affects your brain in the same way cocaine does, and I believe it—I’m addicted to him. All the little things about Jahmar that used to drive me up the wall are now the things I love about him.

“You’re going to be late, Jay.”

“Don’t care.”

I twine my fingers in his curls and pull his head back, so we lock eyes. “Baby, you should care. We need to keep up appearances until we’re sure things have settled down.”

“Fiiine,” he drawls. “But I want one more kiss, and then I’ll go.”

I chuckle, cupping his face. The hallway’s warm overhead lights make his eyes glimmer like amber gemstones. It’s not just that, though; his eyes tell more. Something has settled deep within his core. Every smile he gives me now is genuine.

We’ve spoken in detail about the situation with my brother. Jahmar worried I’d forgive him and it would put a wedge between us, but it won’t. Family or not; how can I knowingly have a relationship with a sex predator? It horrifies me to think about how many other people my brother took advantage of. I’m already guilt-ridden for not reporting him. That’s not what Jahmar wants, though, and considering the police have wind of Jahmar’s operations, he thinks we should avoid any police contact for the time being. I can only hope that disowning my brother and threatening to report him will be enough to protect others. Wishful thinking, I know, but I’m not sure what other option we have.

I take Jahmar in an indulgent kiss, consuming every inch of his mouth. In this moment, he’s all that matters. I’m drunk on him, absolutely shit-faced in love.

“Oh, look weh wi have here,” Femi interrupts.

Shit.

We both freeze, lips locked. When we pull apart, Jahmar makes a tiny whimper of disappointment and turns to face her, cosying up beside me. I guess the cat’s out of the bag.

“I suppose we have something to tell you.”

“Look like yuh do.” She stands with her hand on her hip, wearing a wide smile. “Oooh, suh dis a why yuh did wha mi recipe, fi impress yuh man?”

My cheeks flame in an instant. I’ve tried to mentally block out that failure of a dish. Jahmar nudges me with his elbow, smirking smugly. I swear to god, if he outs me for my horrendous cooking skills, no blowjobs for a week.

“No comment,” I mumble.

Femi cackles, unexpectedly stepping forward and dragging us into a three-way hug. Well, this is awkward.

“Yuh a go mek mi a granmada?”

My eyes widen, and Jahmar splutters a laugh.

“Well, we’ve been practising, but I’m unsure if conception is possible,” Jahmar jumps in.

I gasp, shoving him and feeling utterly mortified.

Femi’s brows crease. “Mi nah understand.”

“It’s probably for the best. Jay, piss off, you’re late for work.”

I take his arm and lead him to the fire exit instead of going out from the front. Femi’s infectious laugh rings behind us as we step out into the crisp autumn air.

“You’re a bloody nightmare,” I say, trying not to smile.

“But, I’m your nightmare.” He pecks me on the cheek and squeezes my hip.

“That you are…I love you.” It still makes me feel slightly dizzy every time I utter those words.

“I love you too, little lion. Try not to bite anyone’s head off today.”

“I’m making no promises.”

He pulls me closer for one more deep kiss before idling to his car, looking over his shoulder more times than necessary just to smile at me.

Oh god, when did we become so insufferable? I wave him off like some fucking Stepford housewife, and when I walk back into the building, Femi’s beaming at me.

“Not a fucking word.” I shove past her as she cackles behind me. I won’t hear the end of this.

After a few hours of working, it’s time for our tea and biscuit break.

“Oooh, what you got for me today? I see you brought the fancy tin.”

“Hell a top, hell a bottom, an hallelujah inna di middle.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Femi chuckles, peeling the tin open. “Sweet potato pudding to yuh.”

“I think I prefer the other name.” I lean forward to sniff the cake, and it’s rich in spices. I’m pretty sure I smell coconut, but there’s also a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg.

“It kinda smells like a tropical Christmas.” I beam at her, slightly giddy to tuck in.

“Just wait til yuh tayse it.”

While she serves our slices, I prepare the teas. Once we’re settled, she turns on the small TV in the breakroom, landing on BBC Yorkshire. We tuck into our cakes, moaning in sync at the gooey goodness.

“Ok, this might be my favourite yet.”

Femi’s proud smile warms my chest. My job isn’t exactly exhilarating, but I’m content here; it’s laid back, and I work with a wonderful woman. The icing on the cake is that my boyfriend lives here. It’s all very convenient and almost feels too good to be true. I’m deep in blissful thoughts when Femi tuts and shakes her head at the TV.

My eyes shoot to the screen, and the cake almost comes up.

“Jahmar work deh, right?”

A news anchor stands outside the front of York Hospital, giving a report. I barely hear the words; my head feels like it’s been dunked underwater. I can read though, and the words gut me from the inside out.

‘Male doctor taken in for questioning after allegations of kidnap and illegal orchiectomies.’

My hand slams over my mouth. I force myself to swallow the cake that’s trying to climb up my throat. Femi stares at me for an answer. I need to play it cool, or she’ll know this is about Jahmar. With a shaky hand, I bring my tea to my lips and force myself to swallow the chunk lodged in my throat.

“Yes, he works there sometimes,” I rasp. It’s like a lump of coal has been wedged in there, scratching at my oesophagus.

“I erm, I’m gonna call him, see what it’s all about.”

“Ok, den,” she replies, eyebrows drawn together.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Without even thinking about it, I leave Emeralds and head straight to York Hospital. Femi’s going to be pissed and suspicious, but I don’t care. I need to speak to his co-workers and find out where they’ve taken him.

This is it, our downfall—it was always inevitable.

I scramble out of my car and seethe as I frantically try to pay for the overpriced parking. I spot a news van that seems to be packing up as several uniformed cops try to usher them away.

I head straight for A I’m in no state to talk to her right now. She must think I’ve lost my mind, running out of work again. I shoot her a quick text.

Femi, I’m sorry, there was an emergency. I’ll be back in a few hours and fill you in. I promise.

I have no clue what I’m going to tell her this time, but that’s an issue for later.

“Mr Erikson?”

My eyes shoot up, and the air leaves me as I’m faced with Jahmar, looking incredibly calm and sexy in his work clothes with a stethoscope slung around his neck.

“Yes.” I jump to my feet and follow him to a cubicle. Once he draws the curtain, I fall into his arms.

“Anders, what are you doing here?”

I pull back, wiggling out of his grasp. “I thought you’d been arrested.”

He lunges at me, covering my mouth. “Shhh, will you? These curtains aren’t soundproof.”

I try to pull his hand from my mouth, but he’s stronger than he looks.

“Are you going to whisper?”

“Yes, for fuck’s sake,” I mumble against his large hand, though it’s barely understandable.

“Oh, sorry.” He chuckles, releasing me.

“Yes,” I aggressively whisper.

“Up you get, please, sir.”

“What?”

He leans in to whisper in my ear, “If we’re going to hide behind this curtain and discuss our crimes, we need to make it at least look like I’m examining you.”

“Fine,” I grumble, hopping on the bed and crossing my arms.

Jahmar slips on a pair of gloves, pinging the cuff with a devilish grin. He’s enjoying this way too much, arsehole.

“So, if it wasn’t you who got arrested, who was it?” I whisper.

“Leo.” Jahmar moves around the small space before searching for something in a small set of drawers.

“Huh, your gym buddy ?” I can barely disguise the jealousy in my tone.

“Yes, I may have borrowed his keycard to dispense the drugs I needed for the operations.”

What the hell? Leo’s in on this, too. “Leo knows what you do?”

“No, silly. I stole it from him. Please lay back and take off your trousers and boxers.”

My cheeks heat at the outlandish request.

“I really don’t think this is the time and place to fool around.”

“Like I said, anyone could pop their head in. Have you ever had a rectal examination?”

“Of course not, I’m only twenty-eight.”

“Ah, you’d be surprised. Many young men come into A with his other hand, he pulls back the curtain slightly and peeps out.

“Yep, we’re all good in here. My patient, unfortunately, got a foreign object stuck up you-know-where, almost out,” Jahmar tries to whisper, but I hear every fucking word.

“Oh dear, that’s the fourth one this week.” The lady on the other side of the curtain chuckles. “They never learn.”

I use my foot to kick Jahmar in the chest; all he does is turn and wink at me.

“Anyways, better get back to it.”

“Sure, if you need anything, let me know.”

Jahmar secures the curtain and turns back to me with a wicked grin.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“No, you’re not, but you are going to come for me.”

My body shivers. Yes, I want that. This whole thing is embarrassing, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to come.

“Hurry up, I need to get back to work.”

“On it.” Jahmar winks and focuses back on my arse.

Pushing deep and curling his fingers again, he works my prostate like a pro. It doesn’t take long until I’m thrashing on the hospital bed, biting on my lip to keep quiet.

“That’s it, you’re almost there, sweetheart. Come on my fingers.”

My balls pull tight, and my impending orgasm simmers just below the surface.

“I need, I need you to touch me, touch my cock, please.”

Jahmar uses his teeth to rip off the glove on his other hand and fuck me; it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He holds his hand out to me, and I spit into it without a thought. Then he grabs my throbbing cock in a firm grip and slides up and down it. His fingers inside of me pick up the pace, matching the strokes on my cock. It’s fucking otherworldly this sensation. How have I only just now let him get me off like this?

He adds more pressure to my prostate and whispers, “You’re gonna come for me now, little lion.”

My cock explodes on command, cum slings everywhere, on me, on the bed, and some even lands on Jahmar’s face. I’m trying so hard not to scream I draw blood from my lip. My whole body rings, my vision blurs, and I can barely control my breath.

“God, do you know how fucking stunning you are when you come?”

Jahmar releases my pulsing shaft and slips his fingers from me, swiping at the cum that hit his cheek and sucking it off his finger.

He stands up, and my legs slip off the end of the bed. My body feels like liquid.

“Come here,” Jahmar murmurs. I groan as he drags me up to a sitting position, and he slots between my legs.

He delicately frames my face and quietly says, “We’re going to figure this out.”

“You promise?”

Jahmar nods and tenderly strokes my hair while placing light kisses all over my face, making me feel like I’m precious. How does he do this? Calm me down and drag this disgustingly soft and vulnerable side out of me.

Right when I think I have a handle on our dynamic, something like this happens, and all I want to do is submit.

This love is all-consuming and unhinged, but this love is ours .