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“Oh God,” he begged. “Maddy, you need to stop. I want inside you before someone breaks down the door.”

I rose up higher on my knees, swallowing him whole. He swore, his grip on my hair tightening. Our gazes locked and held, the heat between us pulsating, scorching the air around us. “You look so good on your knees with my cock in your mouth, pretty girl,” he praised, his voice low and raspy. “You are so fucking sexy like this.”

I rewarded him with another long lick, wrapping my hand around him as I teased the head, suckling on the crown.

“I need inside you. Now,” he growled.

I leaned back. “Whatever you want, Dr. VanRyan. It’s your fantasy.”

He pushed the chair behind him, bent and lifted me by the hips, gripping my butt. “I don’t know who you got this ass from, but I am eternally grateful,” he muttered as he squeezed my cheeks before tossing me onto the small cot. In seconds, my thong was torn away, and he jerked me to the edge of the thin mattress and buried himself inside me. I gasped at the sensation, still getting used to him inside me bare. He was hard and girthy, with a slight curl at the crown. He fit me perfectly.

“You are so wet,” he groaned. “Sucking my cock turned you on that much?”

“The thought of surprising you, giving you your fantasy, did. I’ve been wet since I got ready to come here.”

“Fuck.” He moved faster, holding my hips and moving me with him. “I want to last for you, but I’m not going to.” He moved his hand, slipping it between us and rubbing my clit. “Come with me, Maddy. I want to feel it.”

I whimpered as I felt my orgasm building. I wasn’t going to last long either. I had been nervous about showing up here but wanted to give him his fantasy he’d confessed to. I wanted to give him everything. “Here we go!” I whimpered, managing not to yell.

“I feel you,” he panted, moving faster, lifting me so he hit me in the exact spot I needed. “I feel every bit of you. I love the way you surround my cock.”

“Matthew,” I gasped, feeling myself falling.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Someone is coming.”

“What?” I asked, panicked. “No! Who?” I was so close. We were so close.

He grinned. “Me.”

Then he crashed his mouth to mine as he slammed into me, and I shattered. I screamed my release into his mouth. Shook in his arms. Gripped his cock, milking it. His mouth was molded to mine, sealing in the noise. His grip on me was solid, steady, even as he succumbed to his pleasure. Then he stilled, his body becoming lax. Our mouths separated, and he buried his head in my neck.

“Say what you were screaming into my mouth,” he mumbled. “Give me my smile.”

I turned my mouth to his ear. “Expecto patronum!”

His shoulders shook and he raised his head. “I love how weird you are.”

“I’m a delight.”

He bent and kissed me. “You are.”

I ruffled his hair and smiled. “I brought food too.”

That got me another kiss.

“You’re perfect.”

I could live with that.

CHAPTER 12

MADDY

Istared at the phone in my hand, the words on repeat in my head. I checked the letter that arrived via email, reading and rereading the words, my mind going a mile a minute. I stared at the wall, my thoughts chaotic and jumbled. It was a fabulous opportunity—at the exact worst time.

A chance to complete my nursing degree in a shorter time span. One more year instead of two. Hands-on with patients quicker than my current schooling. Lower tuition. With the nursing shortage, it was a new program and only offered to the top percentage across the country.

And it was in Toronto.