Page 147 of Darling Venom
He shut me up with a kiss as he rolled his hips between my legs. I let out an involuntary groan.
“When’s your lunch break over?” he asked.
What?
I pulled away, tilting my head. “How do you know?”
“I asked Reagan when I stopped by her exam room.”
This was why he came here.
Duh.
“Why did she tell you?”
“Because she worships the ground I walk upon. And because she thinks I’m supposed to give you something personal I made up months ago. So? What time?”
I barely suppressed my laugh.
This man was unbelievable.
I shook my head. “Probably in ten minutes or so. Two-ish.”
“Fuck.” His forehead dropped to mine. He stole another kiss. He really did drop the F-bomb way more than any other doctor I knew did. “You should go before I fuck you between science and fiction.”
I nodded.
I didn’t ask for his number. Not this time. I was actually proud of myself as he lowered me to my feet, and I collected the courier bag I’d dropped sometime during us exploding on one another like two shooting stars.
“You should ask them for that donation certificate,” I said.
I didn’t dare rub my lips, even though they felt all tender, swollen, and tingly from our kisses. His taste was still in my mouth, and I doubted I’d eat anything today.
He bit his inner cheek, nodding. I noticed he still didn’t look ruffled.
Just like with the blonde in his office. He was basically incapable of letting go.
I turned around and started walking away.
Ask for my number.
Ask for my number.
Ask for my number.
With each step I took, a heavy stone settled in my stomach.
One stone.
Two.
Three.
Four…
By the time I got down the stairs and through the entrance, there were maybe eighteen of them.
No phone number.
