Page 111 of Oblivion
“Yeah, I do. But it’s obvious that it isn’t working.”
“When did you get it?” The doctor asked.
“Ah, around two years ago I think. Maybe three. I can’t remember the exact date.”
“Hmm, that’s weird.” The doctor hummed, scratching his chin. “Usually these implants last for up to three years.”
“Maybe mine malfunctioned,” I added.
“Maybe,” the doctor agreed. Storm started chuckling.
“What are you laughing at?” I asked, frowning at him. “This is a serious conversation.”
“Oh no, nothing.” He chuckled. “Just that your implant kinda failed to do its job.” He looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. “I wonder why.”
It took me a minute to connect the dots and what he was insinuating at, when it dawned on me.
“I can’t believe you.” I rolled my eyes.
“What happened?” the doctor asked, confusion on his face. “What did I miss?”
“Storm here,” I pointed at the man in question, “is insinuating that his sperm was stronger than the implant.”
The doctor’s eyes widened, and a choking sound ensued as he tried not to laugh, while I rolled my eyes at Storm’s laughter echoed around us.
“I mean,” Storm shrugged, “if the shoe fits…”
“I wish you hadn't come today.” I sighed, dragging a hand over my face. “This would have gone much smoother.”
“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have been able to hold your hand during your panic attackH e wiggled his eyebrows, and something clenched around my heart, seeing this completely different side of him. “Admit it, you wanted me here.”
“Never.” I grinned. “I definitely didn’t want you here.”
“Is that why Zoe pulled me in, telling me to take care of my woman?”
“Hmm, I don’t see Nova anywhere.” I looked around, pretending I’m searching for her. “Do you?”
The doctor slowly moved away from us, giving us privacy, when Storm wrapped his arm around me, his hand going straight to my neck, squeezing it softly.
“You’re behaving like a bad girl,” he murmured in my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “And you know what bad girls get?”
Biting down on my lower lip I stopped myself from moaning in front of the doctor, and this motherfucker knew exactly what he was doing.
“Storm,” I whispered, eyeing the doctor who was completely ignoring us. “Not here. And I’m still pissed off at you.”
“That makes the two of us,” he growled in my ear. “As soon as we get home, you will see what the bad girls get.”
Fuck.
My panties were drenched just from the sound of his voice, and it didn’t help that lately everything he did made me feel unhinged. He wore black pants the other day, no T-shirt and boots, and I swear, I wanted to jump him in the middle of the den, uncaring that other people were around us.
Two days ago he came strolling into my room, and he didn’t even manage to get his pants down before I was on him, devouring him, pushing him on the bed.
My boobs ached daily, my pussy was constantly drenched, and the fact that he never stayed in the morning pissed me off even more because he wasn’t there to clench the thirst rushing through my body.
“So…” the doctor cleared his throat and turned back to us, our little moment stopped immediately.
Later, Storm mouthed, grinning from ear to ear, and all I wanted was to get this done and to go home with him.
