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In a moment of lucidity, I grasped his cock and started to tug to the same rhythm I set. Demanding. Punishing. Like nothing I could ever remember commanding before. I needed him to come like I needed my next gulp of oxygen.

“I’m coming, Leo. Oh, yeah—” His words died as he spurted cum all over my hand. It landed on my stomach, his abs, and just about everywhere else.

Thank fuck.My balls drew up and, moments later, I came inside him.

Hard.

I soared above myself as my climax slammed into me. I tried to grasp the fleeting sense of euphoria even as the joy started ebbing away.Wait! Come back! I need more!I’d never felt this way—but I wanted to hold on to the pleasure forever. Almost like I didn’t know if I’d ever have another bout of torrid lovemaking like this one. Hell, I might never be this happy again.

Happiness tinged with regret.

He’s here because he’s ‘taking one for the team’.Not because he wants to be. He’s doing this to get you into a better frame of mind.That left a sour taste in my mouth, even as I collapsed on top of him—my arms finally giving way.

In that moment though, as he wrapped his thighs around mine and hooked his ankles around my knees, all I could think was I’d found heaven.

Chapter Nineteen

Quinton

Humming to myself, I sat to remove my shoes at the end of my shift.Quick shower, drive to Leo’s, get fucked again…

That happened every night I wasn’t working and he didn’t have the kids.Taking one for the teamhad long gone by the wayside. Now I was just getting fucked for the sake of getting my rocks off.

Well, and sort of tryingreallyhard not to fall for the not-so-arrogant surgeon.

He was just…so adorable. An amazingly caring father. A sensitive lover. A huge cuddler. Yeah, hadn’t seen that one coming. Every night, after a good bout of hot sex, he’d clean us up with a hot washcloth, slip into bed behind me, and spoon me until we fell asleep. Of course, that meant setting my alarm earlier so I could go home first.

Mama had kept quiet. Minding her own business. Smiling to herself.

After today, though, I was off for twenty-four hours and then doing four nights in a row. No seeing Leo—he’d be comingwhile I was going and vice versa. Then he had the kids for the weekend. He’d made noises about having me over again. The snow had melted, but he was certain if I brought Mama’s cookies again that the kids would overlook the factPapa’s friendwas there again. He suggested a hike in the woods or taking the kids somewhere.

He had no idea how much of a family that made us seem like. Or he was willfully blind. With him, it could go either way.

“Oh, there you are.” Pablo swept into the change room.

I rolled my eyes. “Where else would I be during shift change?”

He stopped. “You didn’t hear about what’s going on in recovery?”

“No.” I shoved my feet back into my shoes.

“There’s a code—”

I was out the door and running down the hall. I hadn’t heard a code being called. Hell, I was off duty and it wasn’t either my floor or my problem, but my feet carried me as fast as I could go.

Marlena would have a shit fit about me running, but I couldn’t worry about that now.

Leo’d performed a major surgery today. Repairing an aortic dissection.

I’d kept an ear to the ground as the day had passed. Fortunately, my general ward had been quiet today and Lucia had texted a couple of updates that I was able to retrieve on my breaks. This surgery was huge news.

As I arrived at recovery, I almost knocked into two orderlies pushing a bed. Marty caught my gaze. “Had to get out of there.”

My heart sank.

Still, I poked my head into the doorway—wanting to stay out of the way, but also wanting to know what the fuck was going on.

What was going on was Dr. Karlson running a cardiac-arrest team.