Page 97 of With Spite

She reached for the inhaler on the end table and brought it to her lips.

I waited to pull out of her until she was once again breathing normally.

“Do you think that this will forever be a thing?” she asked.

I thought about it for a long moment before I said, “You’re the medical professional here. But if I had to guess? No. Maybe not as often as you’re having to do it now. Maybe your body will just get used to it?”

“Yeah, right,” she grumbled. “Now, let’s get the shower done so I can fix my hair.”

“You sound very enthusiastic about this,” I found myself saying.

I didn’t pull out of her, though.

I just lifted her into my arms and walked her into the bathroom, still seated on my cock.

My cock that never seemed to go down when she was in the vicinity.

“The new nurses are here today, and one of them gives me the creeps.”

“Then why are y’all hiring him?” I asked.

“Because we’re in desperate need of more staff,” she said. “We’re drowning, and we need the support staff. The one man seems okay. We had a phone interview with him. But the other? His job as a nurse doesn’t make sense. He’s a doctor, for Christ’s sake. Why would he be willing to take a job as a nurse? I mean, yes, he holds both licenses. He went from a nurse to a doctor after he realized that that was where his passion lay. But then to go back and utilize your nursing license when looking for a job in a new state? That doesn’t track. It seems fishy.”

“Someone else will come along,” I said. “This is just an in-person interview, right?”

“Right,” she confirmed.

“Then tell Odin you don’t like him after. Odin’s more interested in getting you to stay than this random man that gives you the creeps.”

She sighed. “You’re probably right.”

The shower was sadly fast and to the point.

She wasn’t the only one who needed to be at work.

I’d taken the day off with her earlier in the week where we’d binged shows again and hadn’t gotten off our asses the entire day.

The rest of the week I’d played catch-up on all my orders.

Now, it was the following Monday, and I was finally caught up. But I’d had to work through the weekend to do it.

Being an adult sucked sometimes.

She dried her hair while I got dressed.

When I was done, I fed Benz and did a load of laundry before cleaning up the kitchen from the night before. Then I was hitting the auto-start on my truck to make sure that it was warm enough for her by the time she was ready to go down.

When I finished, she was coming down the stairs with her hair in a sleek ponytail at the top of her head.

I whistled at her, and she blushed.

I caught up to her at the coffee maker and rubbed the apple of her cheek with my thumb, then went to grab our jackets.

By the time she was done getting herself a refill, I had her jacket ready and waiting for her.

She slipped one hand, then the other, into the jacket.

I zipped it up for her since her hands were full of coffee, then we hauled ass out of the house.