Page 25 of Doctor Daddies

When she comes, it seems to shudder through the entire length of her body, every inch of her given over to the sheer pleasure in a matter of moments. Her hips rise and she stills there for just a moment before she drops back onto the sill, never once breaking away from my mouth as she does so. I work my tongue furiously against her clit as her pussy squeezes and pulsates around my fingers, the orgasm slowly subsiding until she seems to have made it back down to earth once more.

I pause there for a moment, letting her catch her breath, withdrawing my fingers and laying my head against her thigh so I can watch her as she starts to settle back into her body again. I press a few kisses against the inside of her thigh, soothing her as I caress her, and she looks down at me, her gaze a little hazy.

“Oh my God, James…”

I rise to my feet, taking her face in my hands, and she wraps her legs around me to pull me in deep against her body. I’m so hard now that I can feel the pre-cum leaking from my cock, and I know I need to be inside her in the next ten seconds or I’m going to lose it. I might have been able to distract myself with the deliciousness of her pussy for a hot second there, but the truth is, I need to come, or I’m going to lose my mind.

“I want to fuck you,” I groan against her mouth. I reach between her legs again, rubbing my fingers up and down the slick exterior of her pussy. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Millie…”

And for a second, I’m sure I’m going to get the answer I want. But then, before she can speak, a voice interrupts the two of us, a voice that makes us spring apart in an instant.

“James? Millie?”

My head whips around, and I see Ross standing there in the doorway, looking at the two of us with obvious confusion. I want to leap away from her, to deny this as best I can, but I know that he’s seen too much as it is. And even if he hadn’t, she is very much naked from the waist down, and I don’t want to expose her before she has a chance to gather herself.

“Ross, it’s—” I begin to speak, but before I can finish what I’m saying, Ross has turned and walked out of the door.

I sink back against Millie, breathing hard, but well aware that the moment is lost. I can’t go through with this with Ross in the apartment. And, judging by the look on his face, he has a whole hell of a lot of questions about what we’re up to.

I press my head against hers, trying to remind myself that the real world still very much exists, and that I can’t just forget about it because of how badly I want this woman.

No matter how tempting it might be to just let all my worst instincts get the better of me, I have more important things to worry about now—and I can’t let myself forget it.

12

ROSS

I shoota look at Millie out of the corner of my eye, as she rests her elbow in the window and stares out into the street. She has hardly said a word to me since I picked her up—but, given the situation I walked in on just a few days ago, I can’t say I entirely blame her.

I know that I should have kept my nose out of it. Whatever happened between her and James, it’s none of my business, if I’m being honest with myself. But there is a part of me, a part of me that I can’t just ignore, that has been seething with jealousy ever since I saw her give herself to him—and wondering just what the chances are that she might be willing to pick up where she left off with me too.

It has been a few days since she moved into the apartment, and I’ve been keeping my distance, giving her a wide berth in the interest of getting her settled in. Or at least, that’s what I’ve been telling Cole. I still haven’t met Lewis yet, and I haven’t exchanged so much as a word with Millie since I turned around and walked out of the room when I caught her and James fooling around. James has tried to talk to me about it, but I brushed himoff, told him that it was none of my business and that we should just forget that I knew about it at all.

But it has been on my mind ever since. And when Cole mentioned that Millie had an appointment at the clinic today, I insisted that I be the one to take her there.

I want to clear the air. I’m going to need to be able to speak openly and honestly with her if she’s going to have my child, after all, and if we’re going to figure out the best situation for Lewis. We’re all adults, and she can have all the desire she wants; it doesn’t impact her ability to be a good mother…

“So, how are you finding the new apartment?” I ask, breaking the silence as we come to a stoplight.

“It’s really nice,” she replies, her face brightening at once. “I—I’m not used to having all that space. You know, I didn’t even have a double bed at my old place. I keep forgetting and spending all night sleeping in a single corner…”

I laugh, and do my best not to think about her alone in that huge bed all by herself. I know it’s none of my business what she gets up to in there or doesn’t, but I can’t help but wish I would have been there with her, keeping her company on those long nights that she spent alone.

“Well, glad to hear it’s an improvement,” I reply. “And what about Lewis? How is he getting on?”

“He’s…doing about as well as I expected,” she replies, and there seems to be an edge of diplomacy in her voice, like she might be softening the truth for me.

I frown, glancing at her. “What does that mean?”

“What do you mean?”

“It sounds like there’s something wrong.”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that,” she replies, waving a hand. “He’s just…he has some long-term health stuff that gets worsened by stress, and this has been a stressful time for him, the move and everything.”

“Health stuff? Like what?”

“Crohn’s disease,” she explains with a slight sigh.