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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
“Shh. You’re going to get us in trouble,” I whispered in her ear, placing my hand over her mouth.
I pumped into her searching for my release as I held up her lab coat. My body slammed against her ass, moving her with each thrust.
There was nothing tender about this type of f**king.
For the first time in a long while, I didn’t care about my partner getting off before me. Mia always left me with a hard-on and for once, I’d leave her wanting more.
Releasing her mouth from my grasp, I used both hands to steady her hips and pulled her against me. She f**ked me back, moving in my hands, as my c**k disappeared inside of her.
Watching my dick move in and out was better than any p**n movie I’d ever seen.
She whimpered as I pounded into her flesh. God, she felt f**king amazing – tight and wet as her pu**y pulsated against my shaft.
She’d be sore and hopefully walking a little differently for the rest of her shift.
Biting down on her neck to stifle my moan, I gripped her tighter and pumped into her once last time.
“Fuck,” I said against her neck, my teeth still biting down as my body twitched and shook. Dizziness and exhaustion overcame me as I rested my face in her back, trying to catch my breath
“Hey, that’s not fair,” she said, wiggling her ass with my c**k still inside her.
“All is fair in love and war. I’ll make it worth your while, Mia… tomorrow.” I grinned against her coat before I felt her body stiffen.
I pulled out, grabbing a piece of crappy brown paper from a roll on the shelf. I folded the condom inside before stuffing it in my pocket. She bent down to grab her pants and I could see the redness my body caused as it slammed into her.
I smiled knowing she’d feel me on her for a while.
“You’re an ass**le,” she said, glaring at me as she smoothed out her scrubs and coat.
“I’ll own that.” I smirked, stuffing my dick inside my pants and zipping them.
I kissed her on the lips, rubbing my nose against hers. “You made my fantasy come true and we didn’t even get caught.”
“Yeah, but I would of at least liked to get off too.” She glared.
“Tomorrow,” I said as I tapped her on the nose. “Lemme me make sure your clothes are right before we walk out.” She turned around slowly and I checked her out from head to toe. “You look like nothing happened.”
“Good.” She smiled.
“Shit, I didn’t do it right.”
Her laughter filled the small space as she opened the door. We walked into the hallway and she closed the door behind us. “Where are you headed now?” she asked.
“I’m going to head to the gym. Enjoy your night, Doc. Think of me.” I winked at her.
“I’m sure I will. That was so unfair, Michael. It’s going to be the longest shift of my life,” she said, frowning.
“Gives you something to look forward to.” I reached out to grab her hand.
“You!” someone yelled from down the hall.
We both turned toward the voice as I pulled my hand back to my side.
At the end of the corridor was my worst nightmare.
I closed my eyes and held my breath as I waited for my f**king world to fall apart.
I went from ecstasy to agony in under one minute.
Michael looked like a trapped animal as a nurse walked toward him screaming. Not just any nurse, but the one I had soothed in the bathroom days ago.
Her hands were balled into fists at her sides as she approached with a red face, sneering.
I looked at her and back to him.
Fuck me, it couldn’t be possible. Was he?
Son of a bitch!
“Where the hell have you been?” She placed her hands on her hips, standing toe to toe with him.
“Do you know her?” I asked hoping I was wrong.
She turned her glare toward me. “This is the ass**le I was telling you about.”
“Wait a minute,” Michael said. “Let me explain.” His face turned white as he reached for my hand.
Suddenly, my mouth felt dry as her words hit me full force. “He’s your fiancé?” I asked still in shock. I stared at them, blinking as my mouth hung open.
“Yes and the father of my baby.” She smiled as she stood there with her hands on her hips. Her right eye ticked at the corner.
My heart sank as a wave of nausea hit. “Is this true, Michael?” I asked, turning to him, needing to hear his answer.
I looked at him and could see sheer terror.
He shook his head with wide eyes. “No, it’s not true at all. Please, let me explain, Mia.” He tried to touch me again but I backed away.
I felt like a fool.
How did I honestly think I was the only woman in his life?
I knew better than to believe the bullshit of a smooth talking beautiful man, but I used my heart instead of my head.
I looked at the floor, shaking my head as I tried to decide if I should stay or go.
“Tammy, you’re a crazy bitch. I’m not your fiancé. For f**k’s sake, don’t do this to me,” he pleaded with her as the veins on the side of his neck protruded and visibly pulsed.
“What’s this then?” she asked, thrusting her hand in his face.
He gawked, his mouth moving but nothing came out.
“You asked me weeks ago before I even told you about the baby,” she said, pushing her hand closer to his face.